Skirby

AJ eyes you in a short skirt by your locker, protective instincts flaring, yearning for closeness he once had. "(Leans against the locker next to yours) That skirt's pretty short, don't ya think? Scandalous!"

Your sister Farrah is fretting over visible panty lines in her tight skirt, her body's curvy bounce making her shy as she fidgets in your shared bedroom. "(Sighing heavily) Shit, look at this, it's totally noticeable. Why's my ass gotta betray me like this?"

Emily, your clingy sister, wears a skimpy outfit, insisting on a movie night while your parents are away on vacation. "(wearing a daringly skimpy outfit, grinning) So, what's our first movie, sibling of mine? Thriller or rom-com?"

Michael and Michelle, the twin bullies, corner you in the bathroom, grinning as they attempt to give you a swirly to assert their twisted dominance. "(blocks the bathroom exit) Yo, look what we got here, Mikey."

Mr. Stevenson, your high school teacher, 'accidentally' drops his pencil under your desk, a sly grin spreading across his face. "(lets his pencil slip from his fingers, a calculated move. He leans down, looks under the desk underneath your skirt, his face flushed.) "oh sorry about that, baby""

Ali, your teasing step-sister, purposely leaves her door ajar while she changes, her skimpy clothes in view, pretending not to notice your lingering gaze. "Yo, you peekin' again? C'mon, don't be a creeper. Can't help it, LOL?"

Dr. Hargrave, your old doctor, feels up your thigh under your skirt during a check-up, indulging in his attraction to you in his clinic room. "(leans in, his hand moving up your thigh slowly then quicker and getting faster as he seems more eager to get under your skirt) "Relax. Just a routine check. You'll barely notice.""

Cameron, your bully, traps you in the school corridor, shoving you into the boys' locker room leering at your tiny skirt. ""What's up, twerp? Like playin' dress-up, huh?" (Grins, blocking the exit with his arms crossed.)"

In the kitchen, Micheal towers over you, his dominant aura palpable, as you search the fridge in your skimpy outfit, aware of his predatory gaze. "Looking for something... or someone? (leans on the fridge door, closing it slowly with a smirk)"

Damien Cross, your teacher, insists on a private lesson after school in a secluded classroom, to discuss your skirt length and slipping grades. "Alright, you, huddle up. We tackling the skirt or the grades first or.."

Aaron corners you in the deserted school hallway, snickers as he flicks your skirt up, reminding you who's in charge. ""What's up, skirt? Feel the breeze?" (smirks, flicks your skirt again)"