Wendy looked at herself in the full length mirror on the back of her bedroom door.
"Ugh," she said to herself. The girl who stared back was not ugly by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, her face, eyes, and hair were all rather pretty. It was the rest of her body that made her upset. Eighteen, just out of her senior year of high school and going to college at Berkeley next fall, she had figured that this summer was going to be her first taste of adulthood. Unfortunately, he body hadn't cooperated. Five one and skinny as a preteen, it was as if puberty had skipped her by.
She raised her hands to pull the Pikachu t-shirt she slept in tight against her chest, only to reveal the slightest of bumps where her breasts should be. Releasing her shirt it popped up to reveal panties the same size as she had worn since fourteen.
All this was bad enough, but when you're the child of a stunning half-Irish half-Greek goddess of a woman like her mom - six feet of athletic amazon with full round hips and big breasts that made men drool - and a former college linebacker of Irish, Portuguese and Samoan descent like her dad, you expect something exotic or powerful or dramatic. Instead, random genetics had served her up all the pasty Irish genes in her heritage and ignored anything from the more swarthy side of her ancestry. Sure, she had nice red hair that fell in ringlets down her back, and bright mischievous green eyes, but her skin was pale bordering on translucent.
Here's the kicker: she lived in southern California. With this skin of hers, her mom wouldn't even let her out of the house without a thick layer of sunscreen, a long-sleeved shirt, and a big floppy hat. Try going through high school in southern California dressed like a nun and see where that gets you. Popularity goes right out the window.
She still had friends, of course. And the fact that she wasn't popular probably made those friendships closer and less superficial than they might otherwise have been. There was Tina (Tiny Tina to her enemies) a four-foot tall Asian girl Wendy had known from grade school, and Barbara - a big slightly overweight African American girl who had transferred in during their sophomore year. They had clung together like sisters to weather the storm of derision thrown at them by the popular girls.
Well this summer was going to be different, Wendy decided. This year she was going to get a tan, goddammit! She had decided that while her mom was working at her job at the pharmaceutical company, and her dad was off doing public relations for the Rams, she was going to spend the day out by the pool getting her first suntan!
"Bye honey, give me a call if you need anything! We'll be home at seven or so. Enjoy your day!" she heard her parents call up from downstairs. As soon as she heard their cars pull away, she quickly changed into a bikini she had secretly purchased the week before. She blushed a bit as she removed the tag from the preteen department, and put it on. Even made for a much younger girl, the thing was a bit loose. She sighed, and made her way to the pool.
In her excitement, she had entirely forgotten to apply her industrial-strength sunscreen.
Wendy lay down on a lounge facing the sun and felt, basically for the first time, the pleasurable tickle of the sun on her bare skin. It felt so warm and comfortable that she promptly fell asleep. The next thing she heard was her mom screaming.
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