When Leroy got his new toy home, he quickly discovered it was nowhere near as "techy" as he thought it would be considering he'd bought it at a video game store. He pointed it at his face and clicked the shutter. There was a loud hum as the photo instantly printed from the camera.
At first, Leroy was confused by the gray rectangle he'd just printed. Then he remembered that one song, realized it wasn't just a weird way to describe twerking at the club, and shook it until the image of his forehead developed.
"So, this was life before the front-facing camera," Leroy muttered.
After a little practice, he was finally able to take a decent selfie with his new camera.
However, he was still unaware of it's more supernatural properties. Properties that would only be unlocked each time a woman was the subject of his amateur photography.
The next morning at school, Leroy saw Victoria walking away from her locker and down the hallway towards him. His heart skipped a beat, the way it always did when he saw her. Her big violet eyes. Her dark hair that went all the way down to her legs in several distinct strands and one tightly knotted braid wrapped in a dark ribbon. Her school uniform she wore every day, even though the school didn't even require a uniform.
Leroy only had eyes for her.
Or so he thought, but he realized that was a lie as soon as Victoria stopped to talk to Florence Handal. Leroy's best friend Tim always complained about living in a house full of women, but for as long as he could remember Leroy's favorite part of hanging out at Tim's house had been being surrounded by Tim's hot mom and cute sisters. Leroy had always had a special bond with Florence, who was Leroy's own age.
Her features were finely sculpted. Her chin came to a fine point, her cheeks were prominent, and her forehead sloped back gracefully. Long, dark blonde bangs swept over heavily lidded blue eyes, and thick, luscious lips surrounded dazzling, perfect teeth. Her figure was quite developed and her legs went on forever, features highlighted by her blue and gold cheerleading uniform, with a big blue bow in her hair.
At Florence's sides were the Bright twins, also beauties in their own right. Crimson, with short-cropped blonde hair framing cat-like emerald green eyes, was always dressed for the gym, wearing spandex and lycra athletic gear to class and just waiting for a teacher to call her out for violating the dress code. Lilac was slightly taller than Crimson, with hair as dark as her sister's was light and skin as pale as her sister's was tan. The thick sweater she was wearing did practically nothing to hide the massive swell of her chest.
Leroy was trying to work up the nerve to ask Victoria if he could take her picture, then working his way to asking her out from there, when the girls all seemed to notice him staring. He panicked and turned around.
Just in time to see Senorita Gabriela Garcia drop a stack of papers and bend over to pick them up.
Just a few years out of college, a lot of the older faculty members saw Gabriela as just a kid herself. But to Leroy, Senorita Garcia was the very image of a sophisticated older woman, with her dark eyes and her long, wavy dark hair. She was wearing a sleeveless black blouse and a pleated gray skirt that hugged her ass like a glove as she bent all the way over to gather her papers back up.
"Young man," a stern voice said. "I certainly hope that look of deep concentration on your face is because you're gathering your thoughts for our discussion on Gatsby today."
Leroy shuddered as if he was physically colder in the ice queen's presence. Elizabeth Acord was about a decade older than Senorita Garcia, but she still had super model quality looks. Long, shimmering, kinky blonde hair, big blue eyes, and full red lips, on a thin frame wrapped in a pinstriped pantsuit. Miss Acord was used to getting what she wanted, and that sense of entitlement meant she didn't care if she was hated, not just by her students, but most of the other faculty, as long as she had things her way.
She didn't even give Leroy a chance to respond before noticing the new Vice Principal and seeing an opportunity to kiss her ass. Vice Principal Emily Cummings was about the same age as Senorita Garcia and extremely ambitious. She wore a liquid leather mini-skirt and a black and white striped sweater. She had silky black hair than ran to just below her shoulders, huge green eyes behind designer eyeglasses, huge, wet red lips, cheekbones that could cut diamonds, and a chest noticeably too large for her otherwise tiny frame. The rumor was that all of her best features were the results of either expensive make-up or even more expensive plastic surgery. If that was the case, it was worth every penny.
Miss Cummings was already deep in conversation with Leroy's history teacher, Miss Gardenia Ware. Miss Ware was wearing dark stockings up to her knees, a tiny black skirt, and a bright white button-up shirt with enough buttons undone to show off the top of her frilly, bright red bra, which matched the shade of lipstick she was wearing today. She wore a pair of eyeglasses that seemed too big for her face, and her long dark hair was down from its usual high bun.
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