"Say, Allegra," Shaye began. "I'm super excited you came over today, but I actually have a volleyball practice in an hour. I'll need to go to that."
"Oh?" You said. "Well, it was wonderful to talk Shaye, but I'll let you--"
"Actually," Shaye gently cut you off. "I was wondering if you wanted to tag along with me? Come to practice, check it all out. I know you come to my games, but it's a different vibe during practices."
"Oh, uh...I don't know, Shaye. I'd hate to intrude." You said, by way of deflecting excuse. In truth, you were simply nervous about going to where Shaye's practice would be taking place, Weston University.
Shaye didn't pick up on your attempted deflection. "Hey, Allegra, I promise it's no issue. You wouldn't be a nuisance, or anything if you're worried about that. I'd be super honored to have you watch me practice!"
"Shaye, that sounds wonderful, but..." You trailed off.
The eager redhead deflated. "O-Oh, I mean...don't make me pressure you, Allegra. If you don't wanna go, I won't be upset. I get that you've probably got other stuff to--"
"I'll go, I'll go." You interrupted, with a sigh. You'd had a soft spot your entire life for people down in the dumps, especially when there was something you could do to cheer them up. It was a weakness, honestly, considering the number of times you'd put yourself out just to cheer someone up, and then things going instantly wrong for you. But you just couldn't help it. You liked seeing people smile, especially when your actions were the source of that smile.
And you were rewarded by Shaye flashing you a brilliant, bright-as-the-sun smile, her pretty face beaming. "Oh, Allegra, thanks! That's so awesome! Now we get to spend the whole day together, and I get to show you just how awesome I am!"
"I already know you're awesome, Allegra." You admitted.
You then turned around (missing the huge blush of happiness on the young girl's face at your words), and moved over towards Shaye's bedside table, hopping up onto it. There you remained as Shaye gathered the rest of her belongings, as well as pulled on a tight tee emblazoned with the logo for the Weston University volleyball team, the Weston Winners (said logo being a silhouette of a woman spiking a volleyball straight into the ground, causing a huge explosion).
After Shaye was ready, you clambered onto her shoulder, and gripped a strand of her black-tipped red hair to steady yourself. Shaye then left the apartment after bidding farewell to her mom and your older cousin (forgetting, in the moment, to mention that you were going with her), and then the younger girl went to her car. Once there, you slid into the cupholder for safety, and the two of you drove off to Weston, passing the time by idly chatting about Shaye's schoolwork, and some silly anecdotes from your job at the physical therapy clinic.
Once at Weston, Shaye placed you back on her shoulder, and strolled off towards the gym where the volleyball practice was going to be held. As she walked, you glanced around the Weston campus, hiding yourself a bit in Shaye's hair for safety.
It was little secret just how much of a cesspit Weston University had become in recent years, particularly if you were a tiny. If you were an unaffected, and a apathetic one at that, the campus probably seemed amazing. Even if you were a pro-affected student, like Shaye, it was still hard to fully see just how much of a nightmare the campus was for tinies, thanks to the machinations of the CTC-backed dean, Penelope Graham. Weston was one of the biggest CTC holdouts in the state, or maybe even the whole country.
On the one hand were the professors. Nearly all of the staff was handpicked by Penelope herself, which meant 90% of teachers were either active anti-tiny sadists, or the type of women to stand by and let the mistreatment happen without batting an eye. There were a few good professors in the mix, but otherwise, there was practically no authority figure on campus a tiny in need could go to for safety and protection. Likewise, this meant that troublesome students who made messes for tinies were hardly ever penalized or reprimanded (and were sometimes even encouraged).
Then there was the chief sorority on campus, the Omega Gamma Phi sorority. An entire organization dedicated to upholding the values of the CTC, and making life living hell for any tiny students on the campus. Every single girl in that sorority was a nightmare, a demoness wearing human flesh, and you'd heard some truly chilling horror stories both online and from some of your clients at the clinic who'd barely escaped the clutches of OGP with their lives.
And if it wasn't OGP, it was the LAT girls. The Love All Tinies club was the second biggest organization on the campus, and nearly as troublesome. Filled to the brim with girls who professed to love and cherish tinies, mere minutes in their presence was enough to realize that the girls were thoroughly and completely misguided and blissfully unaware that their overbearing (and usually flirtatiously-charged) actions were not appreciated by your affected brethren. These were the sort of girls to see tinies as things to love and cuddle with first, and actual humans with rights and lives as a far distant second.
Shaye passed multiple girls wearing both OGP and LAT merch as she walked to the gym, causing you to cower in the crook of her neck, lest any roving eyes spot you. Worse, Shaye actively said 'hello' to girls in both types of merch, letting you know that Shaye had friends on both ends of the chaos spectrum. And you couldn't even fault your redheaded friend. Outside of issues with tinies, OGP and LAT girls could genuinely seem like great, decent people. It was only when a tiny was around that the true nightmare became apparent.
Finally, Shaye reached the gym, and was one of the first members of the Weston Winners team to arrive. As such, she claimed a spot right in the middle of the locker room, and began stuffing her bag into a locker. She set you down on the bench behind her, then smiled at you.
"I'm gonna use the bathroom, and then we'll go out to the volleyball court for warm-ups, Allegra." She explained. "Sit tight, and maybe say 'hey' to my teammates when they get here!"
"Shaye, I-I'm not s-sure if--" You began, but Shaye was already walking off towards the toilets, leaving you all alone on the bench. Alone, and dearly unprotected.
And then, as if on cue, you heard the locker room open, a cacophany of laughing voices echo into the room, and then the stomping stampede of approaching feet. A deep sense of dread overcame you.
1) Despite your fears, nothing happens, and Shaye soon returns to reclaim you. She then carries you out into the gym for the start of her practice. Question is, where exactly is she planning on putting you while she practices?
2) You're spotted by Shaye's coach, who mistakes you for a runaway PET (Performance Enhancing Tinies). Ignoring your protests, she nabs you, and begins molding you into an article of clothing for one of her girls to wear during practice.
3) You're spotted by one of Shaye's teammates, who happens to be a member of OGP. The cruel girl smirks devilishly at you, and snatches you up for some sort of twisted, painful scheme.
4) You're spotted by one of Shaye's teammates, who happens to be a member of LAT. The ditzy, bubbly girl beams at you with an expression of instant adoration, and she grabs you up for some squishing cuddling and loving.
5) You remain safe until Shaye returns, but she's got a forlorn expression on her face. She misplaced one of her socks, and can't play without a complete pair. Regretfully, she asks if she can mold you into a replacement sock, just for this one practice, and you hesitatingly agree, to cheer her up.
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