Serendipity- trixya

1: A new beginning

Trixie hated mornings. She hated waking up and being forced to start her day before she felt ready which, in hindsight, she never felt. After classes, she would go out and stay up late partying and drinking with her friends, maybe even finding a guy to keep her occupied for the night. The day after, she always regretted it though. But, after all, you can not teach an old dog new tricks.

Today was one of those mornings. 

Her alarm had been going off for two minutes already, but Trixie desperately tried to ignore it, burying her aching head under her mountain of pillows. When she realized that she was not going to be able to sleep any longer, she groaned and slowly sat up, turning her alarm off. She put on her pink fluffy bunny slippers and a pink hoodie, walking into the bathroom. Before looking in the mirror, she closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself from the trainwreck she was about to witness. Counting down from three, her eyes shot open and a squeal of disgust left her mouth. Residue from makeup covered her face and big dark circles ringed around her eyes. She had a fake eyelash stuck to her cheek and her previously vibrant pink lipstick was now smeared around her lips. Running her fingers through her hair, she physically cringed at the tangles and stickiness of some parts, obviously being from some sort of soda or liquor that had been spilled on her the night before. 

"Fucking hell", she groaned, before taking a deep breath and getting to work, mercilessly cleaning her face before jumping in the shower and scrubbing her body clean. As she was lathering her hair in strawberry-scented shampoo, she started contemplating her options. Either, she goes to school on time but with damp hair, no makeup, and a hoodie that only requires throwing on, or, getting to school late, but looking like she just walked off the runway of a Dolly Parton-inspired fashion show in Milan. As always, she decided on the latter and slowed down, taking the time to do a hair mask and covering her body in lotion. 

After an hour's work, she was ready to call her driver to take her to school. Her hair had been stylishly curled and pulled back in a half updo, and her eyes were lined with a thick black liner with her trademark pink lipgloss coating her lips. After spending half an hour rummaging through her closet, she had decided on a light blue collared dress with mesh sleeves that perfectly flaunted her wide hips, small waist, and large chest.

Trixie's body had always been a struggle for her. Even with a picture-perfect silhouette that created a flawless 50s pinup doll image, she had never been quite content with it. When she was around sixteen, the boys in her school started to notice the timid barbie that hid in the music room as much as her schedule allowed. The doll became a frequent topic in the cafeteria and each of the jocks had made it their mission to be the first to have sex with Trixie Mattel. She became a constellation prize for the boys and an icon for all of the girls who wanted to be noticed too. 

At first, Trixie had been disgusted by the boys since she had never really considered any of them as cute or attractive before. Their crude comments about her body made her realize just how many guys were actually pigs. However, as people started idolizing her, she understood that this can be a way for her to find herself and do something worthwhile. 

She began to go to every party she was invited to and making out with every boy who wanted her. Alcohol quickly became her best friend as it gave her the confidence she needed to become this new persona she was creating. 

The first boy she had sex with was Ryan Johnson. He was the quarterback on the football team and the crush of every girl in school. He was conventionally attractive, and when he asked Trixie to follow him upstairs to his parents' room, she accepted the invite. 

It was fast and painful. He obviously did not have any sense of compassion as he chased his orgasm by slamming into Trixie so hard that she thought she was going to start bleeding. The moans that left her mouth were not at all from pleasure like Ryan thought. When he had finished he kissed her greedily and asked her to be his girlfriend. Immediately Trixie had burst out laughing saying how "Never in a million years would I want to be your girlfriend if you fuck me like that again", and left the room. The conversation had been heard by the party-goers since they had turned off the music whilst awaiting the result of the hookup. The rest of the football team knew that Ryan was going to ask her that evening and were all filled with jealousy and dread. 

As she exited the room she had frozen as she noticed the entire crowd staring up at her with blank expressions on their faces. She felt like throwing up. She was not sure if it was from the alcohol, sex, or judgment.

She had grabbed a drink from the staircase, raised it, and yelled "Trixie Mattel is officially a fucking slut" and downed the burning liquid. The audience had erupted into cheers, howls, and whistles, and she had from that day on become infamous at her school. 

Even though she created her own narrative, the event had led her to grow less and less self-confident in her body. Every person she met saw her for her body and nothing else. The worst part was that she sought their validation. She was only happy when her body was being praised, and she could never be the one to do it herself. 

Trixie quickly put on her white gogo boots and sprayed her signature vanilla perfume after calling her driver and left her apartment, running down the stairs of the complex before entering the outside world. It was raining as usual, and she began to regret the decision of wearing a dress during fall. Mark pulled up and she got in as she cursed under her breath as she realized she had already missed a full lesson. But after all: the day can only get better from here, right?

Wrong.