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Truth or Dare, Dimmsdale Style	By : misato29 Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 29307 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Vicky.
“Ugh” Vicky said. She said that every morning. It was part of her morning “ritual”. Wake up, punch the alarm clock, “Ugh”. Stumble to the bathroom (God forbid anyone gets in her way), open the door, slam it shut, pee, wipe, “Ugh”. Turn on the shower to warm (hot faucet ½ turn, cold ¼ turn), soap, “Ugh”. From the moment she had woken up until the warm water hit her body she had never opened her eyes. “Ugh”
For now, let’s skip her washing routine. I know that you boys reading this want to know about the wandering of her soapy right hand across her breasts, pinching her generous nipples as her left hand slowly made gentle figures eights across her belly, slowly, slowly crossing her pubic mound until reaching her lightly, brightly red furred honey pot…
Sorry boys, that’s not how it is. Vicky takes no joy from her body. She washes herself mechanically. First her face, rinse, shoulders, arms, pitts, ”Ugh,” hands, rinse, parts, parts, “Ugh” more parts, more “Ughs”. The only variations to her routine were the number “Ughs” and whether it was time to shave her pitts (three strokes of the razor per pitt) three times a week and her legs (uncounted strokes) once a week. More “Ughs”.
Turn off the faucet, dry self, throw wet towels on floor (someone else will pick them up… they better!), brush teeth, brush hair, deodorant (the kind that stings). For the first time she looks into the mirror. “Ugh”. A slash of lipstick and another “Ugh” She doesn’t look at herself. She doesn’t like what she might see.
“Ugh”
“Ugh”
“Ugh”
She now has her first non-Ugh thought... Sometime during the day she’ll find someone to punish.
Puberty struck Vicky like a ton of bricks… thrown one at a time… at her face… at her body. The last one struck her heart and stayed there.
Vicky was tall with skinny legs and arms. She had big hands and feet. Her butt was flat, but worst of all were her tits. She hated them. They weren’t like the ones that boys liked - not like the tit-queens in movies or the the bouncy sluts online. She wasn’t flat, even that would have been better than the two mounds that nature had given her. They were hard and small and stood out on her chest like walnuts.
Since no one tried to sample her fruits, she remained convinced that they were undesirable… juiceless.
By the way, pomegranates are an acquired taste. They are tart and juicy, but the seeds are bitter, just like Vicky.
Timmy woke up early for a change. He had hoped that school would be canceled since Mr. Crocker had blown it up the day before. This happened several times a year, but was usually ready again for students a day or two later. The bricks were numbered and the traditional concrete & mortar used in school construction had been replaced with Lego blocks. Timmy, who was usually involved in school deconstruction, would have felt obligated to use his fairies to ‘poof’ the building back together (Jorgen insisted on it). But this time Timmy wasn’t involved, it was all Crocker's own fault and therefore Timmy was under no obligation to fix the damage. What was even better was that the Crocker Cave had collapsed into a sink hole… along with Crocker’s classroom… along with Crocker. (“YAY!”)
While the Dimmsdale Department of Construction tried to figure out how to recuse the teacher, the Board of Education tried to fill in the hole before the Department of Construction got any bright ideas. The school would remain out of service for at least the rest of the week.
But instead of giving the students the rest of the week off, they would be temporarily transferred to other schools in Dimmsdale (BOO!).
Given the reputation that Timmy’s school had in the district, no other elementary school would accept them. Doors were locked, windows nailed shut and signs like “Quarantine, Bubonic Plague” or “Beware of Rabid Leopard” began to appear outside of the other Elementary, Middle and Junior High Schools.
Some of the area High Schools agreed to let students from Dimmsdale Elementary attend, but no more than five or six per school and only if intensive screening was done first. Timmy had never heard of anthrax, chlamydia or mogo-on-the-gogo, but each one had a vaccine that came in a bigger needle than the one before. By the time he was ready to enter Dimmsdale High School, his right arm was as bulgy as Popeye’s and he had a butt the size of a butterball turkey. Or was it buttery balls the size of a turkey’s butt?
Fortunately Timmy’s fairies took away the pain and reduced the swelling. Timmy was generous enough to extend the wish to other kids without prompting (“YAY FOR TIMMY”).
Timmy, Veronica and three poorly animated background characters named ‘Generic Boy 1’, ‘Generic Boy 2’ and ‘Generic Girl 1’ were not expected to do high school work. They were assigned to follow one of the high school kids from class to class and were given workbook assignments to read and fill in the answers, which would be collected and graded later by Principal Waxelplax. Timmy thought this would be great, he’d have a chance (small as it was) to get a real passing grade for a change. Mr. Crocker had graded his last assignment as F Triple Minus X 10 to the 11^th Power of Failure. Timmy hoped for a C, but would have been happy with a D Minus. Hell, he was already happy that he wouldn’t be seeing Crocker or Francis for the rest of the week. (“YAY FOR PRINCIPAL WAXELPLAX”).
‘Generic Boy 1’, ‘Generic Boy 2’ and ‘Generic Girl 1’ were assigned to follow ‘Generic Teenage Boy 1’, ‘Generic Teenage Boy 2’ and ‘Generic Teenage Girl 1’. They went on their generic way to their generic classes and were never seen again in this episode… However ‘Generic Teenage Girl 1’ eventually got her own series called “Generic Unwed Teen Mom” after giving birth to ‘Generic Crying Baby’. The slightly-less-than proud grade school father (‘Generic Boy 1’) was renamed ‘Generic Pre-Teen Deadbeat Dad’. He promised to support his child as soon as he was old enough to get a newspaper route. Meanwhile “Generic Teen Mom 1” promised to help him learn to ride without training wheels. During sweeps week, ‘Generic Unwed Teen Mom’ and ‘Generic Pre-Teen Deadbeat Dad’ were married. The affair was catered by Chunk-E-Cheezyss. The couple left the reception early since the groom was not allowed to stay up past 9:00 PM, it being a school night.
Timmy & Veronica, being the only non-generic kids, sat in the school office waiting to be picked up by their student guides. Veronica shot darts of hatred through her eyes at Timmy. Timmy was sick of her attitude. It used to bother him, considering how close they had been a long, long time ago (a year and a half! To a nine year old that is forever.)
“So, Ronnie, any idea who the guides are?” asked Timmy.
“Why are you, like, talking to me? I am so sure that I don’t talk to losers… And don’t call me Ronnie! Only my friends call me Ronnie.”
“Well” Timmy thought, “She must be on the rag again.” Not that Timmy really knew what that meant. Cosmo said that sometimes about Wanda, but never when she could hear him, especially not after the infamous “penis knotting incident.” So all Timmy said, “I guess that means no one calls you Ronnie, anymore.”
Was it steam that rose from Veronica’s eyes? Maybe. There was some moisture there but it couldn’t be tears, Timmy knew. Without realizing it Timmy had hit the ‘head’ on the ‘nail’ as Cosmo might have said, since he did use his head as a hammer sometimes.
The school Principal approached them, two teenagers behind her.
“Oh God! No, no, no!” Timmy’s liver began to flap. His left testicle looked at his right and said, “We better get the fuck out here,” and both withdrew back into Timmy’s groin, trembling in fear. His rectum decided it had had enough and tried to escape through his ass…
One of the teens was Vicky.
Fortunately, Vicky as assigned to mentor Veronica. The two uber bitches sized each other up like gladiators bearing different weapons of unknown lethality. Momentarily Timmy thought of Darth Vader vs. Saruman. Then, a silent acknowledgement seemed to pass between them and they walked out of the office together.
A voice said “Scary babes, huh little guy?” Timmy turned to the second teen.
“Whoa,” he thought. “Big scary guy!” Then, “OMG!!! It’s Francis’ older brother!”
“Hey kid, I’m Gregory… Say, don’t I know you?”
Timmy gulped. “Gulp!”
“Yeah, you’re that Turner kid that hangs out with my younger bro…”
The principal smiled and said, “Oh, you already know each other, that's great! You’ll have the next four days to bond together.”
“Yeah” thought Timmy. “His fist will bond with my face!”
Next chapter coming soon, Timmy Takes A Shower
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