Disgrace

Shy, quiet, straight-laced Grace…that’s how my fellow high school students always described me, but it’s just because I was so good at hiding my true self from them. In reality, I was more sex-crazed then all of them put together. Men turned me on, and so did women. But since I wasn’t dating, I had to find another way to get my thrills.

I discovered a secret hiding place near my school’s most popular make-out spot and saw everyone from jocks and cheerleaders to the nerds on the student government doing nasty things to each other. It became my own private theater where I could watch a new original show every day, and thanks to the busy hand under my skirt, I wound up just as sweaty and satisfied as the performers at the end of each show. I didn’t only see sex, either. I also saw hazing rituals that left girls naked and humiliated, catfights where clothes got shredded, and girls who got tricked or blackmailed into exposing themselves in public. By the end of my senior year, I’d seen nearly all my classmates nude in one way or another.

But then I got caught, and everything changed. When my fellow students learned I’d been spying on them, they decided to punish me. Soon I was the one naked and exposed, in the most humiliating way possible. In one day, I went from Grace to disgrace.