Queen of the Underworld

Pink hair and bows

Bren pushed the hairbrush through her thick cotton candy colored curls. It fought her tooth and nail, refusing to become untangled.
"Come on now!" She grumbled, finally getting the knot out, then pulled that half into a single pigtail on the side of her head then another on the opposite side to be its partner. Partially satisfied, Bren checked her clock only to realize that she was now running late for her afternoon college art class.
"Brenhilda!" Her mother shouted from downstairs.
"I know mom!" She replied with a whine as she grabbed a bow at random and stuck it in her hair in a just as random place, then dashed down the stairs as quickly as possible only to run past her mother in the kitchen.
"Brenhilda," her mother started as her daughter ran passed her. "Hey now!"
Bren slid to a stop.
"What mom?" Her mother stood before Bren with her arms crossed over her chest, her hip resting on the wooden counter. "Mom I'm late can't you scold me for whatever it is later?" Her mother stepped to the side, revealing a small box with a bow resting on the counter top. "Did you really forget your birthday?"
Bren sighed and slowly approached her mother to give her a hug. "I didn't forget mom, I'm just running late."
"Well are you going to open it or not?" Bren smiled and grabbed the box. "I'll have to open it later. I'm really, really late. Thank you though mom, I love you and I'll love whatever it is. I promise!" She kissed her mom on the cheek, slid the box into her bag and turned on her heel to leave.
It was her 20th birthday. She didn't feel 20 at all. She still felt like an awkward teenager with multicolored hair, heavy makeup and face piercings that wore pinup dresses to Walmart.

Class went by really slowly. Bren managed to arrive just before her professor. Their assignment was to draw a naked human figure. While she was observing her muscular model, her classmates giggled and whispered, batting their eyelashes. While they were busy sizing his junk, she was sketching the fine lines of his ass. She glanced up to check if her lines were matching, only to catch a glimpse of her model observing her over his shoulder. She blushed slightly and wrinkled her brow. He must have been questioning her appearance. Other than her chest size, Bren didn't look her age. Unfortunately it didn't keep people from doing a double take just to see.
After their time was up, Bren was cleaning her area when the, now dressed, model approached her.
"Hey there. Mind if I see your piece?" She lifted her chin to meet his eyes. They were soft, but determined. She could tell he didn't feel comfortable talking to her about it at all. She glanced around her to find the eyes of her snobby classmates glaring at them both. Her heart raced.
"Excuse me?" She mumbled.
"Your picture. The one you were drawing of me?" He smirked.
"Why?" Was all she could manage. He only raised his eyebrows, waiting.
She reluctantly revealed it and they paused a moment before a chuckle escaped their lips in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry, you drew my ass perfectly, my name is Grant." He offered his hand and she took it nervously.
"I'm Brenhilda." She smiled softly as her name passed her lips.
"Brenhilda, that's an interesting name. I love your hair color by the way. Very cute."
She was very confused as to why this boy was talking to her. He was very clean cut and it was obvious that he was much older than she. Her tongue played with her lip ring as her eyes examined Grants appearance. He seemed just as confused and a bit weirded out by it. He checked over his shoulder at some classmates behind him before looking back.
"Right, well, would you like to get some lunch with me?" He offered.
She could feel her body trembling. She wasn't sure if it was fear or embarrassment. She could feel the eyes burning into the back of her head as she nodded awkwardly.
"Sure."
"Great, let's go then." He held her eyes with his and took her hand. She felt so drawn to them as he pulled her towards the exit of the class room. Then as if things were moving in slow motion, he quickly yanked her arm forward, pulling her into his chest pinning her, she felt two separate hands grab her skirt, lifting it up and tucking it over her head, blinding her. Her panties were soon around her ankles and a roar of laughter broke out as a ruler as slammed against her rear-end. She struggled to break free, but already the two girls who were giggling earlier were taking markers and drawing things on her butt and legs. She kicked and screamed as loudly as possible, finally Grant let her go, only to push her backwards, her feet stuck together and she fell flat on her ass, quickly covering her front half with her dress, finally being able to push it off of her face. Black smudged tears were already running down her cheeks as her classmates laughed and mocked "happy birthday" at her. One girl began dumping a jar of glitter over Brens head just as the professor next door broke through into the room.
Her ears were ringing and she couldn't hear anything over her sobs as the professor cleared the room.