TanakaTheRose

“Alright dweeb, who is this girl you’re dating?!?” “Ghhgh! I… I’m not… Not dating anyone… Do you… Really think I’d have a girlfriend?” “Fess up, now, I know you’re dating someone, and I’d love to give them a gift, but I don’t know who they are!” Heated words are exchanged between Michelle Boele and Tanaka Rose, the latter of whom finds herself roughly forced against the door of her locker, feet dangling inches off the ground while she’s held aloft by the front of her white, flower print brief panties. Though finding herself in a most unfortunate situation, namely that word got out she’d begun dating, the brace faced teen continues to hold strong, unwilling to divulge just who she happens to have fallen for, lest she end up in a similar situation. Even as she insists that someone like herself couldn’t possibly have snagged a girlfriend, Michelle knows otherwise, and with Tanaka’s continued refusal to reveal the information she seeks, she frowns further, a sharp tug on the underwear

“Hey Tanaka, what’s wrong?” “Nn… Whatever do you mean, Kagura? I’m perfectly fiiiiine.” “Sure you are, Miss Drools In Her Sleep.” “You know I can’t help it Kagura, and you should know exactly why I can’t.” Bantering back and forth with her friend Kagura, a teen surprisingly shorter than even herself, Tanaka gestures towards her mouth before parting her lips and motioning to her braces, which today sport lavender elastic ties instead of the dark green ties that had been in place the day prior. The diminutive brunette huffs slightly and crosses her arms over her chest as she catches sight of the newly placed ties, the pieces falling into place as she realizes why, exactly, Tanaka presently looks to be in a persistent state of discomfort. “Right, right, braces… You’d think I would drool too, even when mine get tightened, but I don’t.” Kagura’s remark is met with a frown from Tanaka, a hand pressing to her right cheek while her expression shifts to show the twinge of pain rushing

“Ghhrg… O… Ow… Dumb b… Bullies… Dumb wedgie…” Quietly muttering to herself, though well aware no is around to hear her were she loud, Tanaka shoves against the inside of her locker’s door fruitlessly, the sturdy lock keeping her entombed and unable to reach up and remove her underwear from atop her head. The last day of school before Winter Break, she’d managed to avoid her usual bullies, even going so far as to hide outside in the snow in favor of her usual hiding spots, but just after school ended for the day, she found herself caught trying to pack her things into her backpack at her locker. And for her troubles, the bullies annoyed that she evaded them thus far, her underwear quickly became a snug hat, many rough pulls forcing her off the ground amidst squeals, whines, and groans as the sturdy fabric was stretched enough for the mother of all atomics. With one final, failed shove against the door, she sighs heavily and slumps against the back of the locker, eyes falling closed