Grace Cristnen somehow let her best friend Jodie talk her into wearing crotch less panties on the first day of school! What Grace never expected was this would be the day Kevin Skyler the most attractive Junior at Rodemo High would pull down her pan...
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SYNOPSIS Grace Cristnen somehow let her best friend talk her into wearing crotchless panties. If you need a visual,...well don't! Let's just say she's as close to naked as one can get!
What Grace never expected was this would be the day Kevin Skyler the most attractive junior at Rodemo High would pull down her pants. It started as a dare, but things quickly turned from laughter to embarrassment.
Things gradually become worse. The mean girl at school, Faya gives her a nickname that starts to buzz around, "wolf monkey" and it's based on her well, you know what...
As if things couldn't get any worse Kevin is assigned an unusual task, and Grace is his partner.
She hates his guts, and tries to get him back. At first she plots to pants him back. Instead, she comes up with a better idea! A revenge plan that will put him in his place. She will make him fall in love with her, use his secrets, and tear his heart out, or at least that's what happens in the movies.
But life is more complicated than a movie, and feelings come into play, as December brings eggnog and new romances.
Does she get Kevin to fall in love with her?
Or does her feelings grow in a different direction that could hurt him?
Jodie her bestfriend also has a game changer that could break their friendship apart, and it has nothing to do with a guy. One things certain it's not what anyone would have ever expected.
Grace is on a endless mission to make sure everyone, including Kevin knows, "She Wears The Pants..."
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We all have that one friend.
You know the one who can talk us into a thousand bad ideas, but their charisma and excitement pulls us in like the reel of a sailboat in the arctic winds.
Jodie is that friend.
She can make thunderstorms seem like soothing lullabies, and every catastrophic idea sound like the brink of brilliance.
"Come on bitch!" she pleaded, tugging on my sweater.
I looked into her basil, sunlight eyes and shook my head firmly.
"Umm nope, no way," I refused, as I navigated around my room.
Jodie pouted, "Aww come on we are freshmen in high school," she argued, "It's time we wore mature clothing."
Even as she shoved the thin lace pair of crotch less panties in my face, I wouldn't be persuaded.
One moment we had been picking out our outfits for the first day of school, and the next she was pestering me with her mischievous, and outrageous idea.
