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CAUGHT!!!!	By : Ramsey Category: +1 through F > Daria Views: 16278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Maybe hell had frozen over and Satan was enjoying a sno-cone because Daria had decided she had had enough of Lawndale High hell for one day and skipped last period. She just didn’t know if her fragile mind could take Mrs. Bennet’s chalkboard choreography. In her currant state she was pretty sure she would stab the nice lady with the fashion clubs own vibrator.

The implement in question was still under her arm as she arrived at an empty home, Helen not expected for several hours and Jake probably kissing someone’s ass to get them to accept his ideas.

“Another wonderful day like all the others,” Daria droned as she headed to her room. She placee she shoebox on her bed, grabbed a chair and simply looked at it. She couldn’t even bring herself to open the thing and look at its contents.

She tried to imagine herself using that…thing on herself and couldn’t. Just the thought caused a knot of nausea to cramp her stomach. Just thinking of herself succumbing to that kind of pleasure was beyond her. She could solve complex mathematical logarithms in her head but she couldn’t just be comfortable with her body.

She got up and went to her closet and opened the door. On the inside was a black sheet tacked to the top of the door. She pulled the tacks away and let the sheet fall to show a full-length mirror. On one of her “get Daria pretty” binges, Helen had installed it, thinking her eldest daughter would actually look at herself when getting dressed. It almost hurt how little her mother really knew her. Of course she would have to actually care what her mother thought to be hurt by her lack of interest.

Slowly she shed her pea green jacket, her throat closing up at the thought of what she was going to do. She let her throat open slow as she stared at her bare arms, thin and pale in, sprouting from her tarnished gold tee shirt.

Like a wall breaking, a memory flooded her mind. She had been seven, sitting in her room quietly as she always did. She had been reading a book on biology she had gotten from the library and just gotten to the part about the reproductive organs of the female human.

Daria took off her boots and socks. Her feet were bigger then normal, hence the huge boots. They reminded her of snowshoes that the Inuit use to get around. They were attached lumpy ankles and pale calves, knobby knees where her legs disappeared under her shirt. She let her heart slow down as she remembered.

She had looked at the diagram, wondering if she looked like that. There was no funny feelings or vague sexual tension in herself as she stripped with a quickness she couldn’t do now. Just the old curiosity about how things worked.

Her trembling hands took hold of the bottom of her shirt and slowly inched it up, doing her best not to close her eyes. She had always closed her eyes whiressressing and never thought it odd until this day of revelation. Her flat stomach began to show in the widening gap. Her puckered belly button appeared. She thought of how other girls loved to show this off, how a scar could be seen as sexy. More white skin was reflected back at her in the mirror as her throat threatened to close forever if she didn’t stop. It was like her body was waging war on her mind for even trying to do this. Her rational mind fought to raise that shirt higher. Her white bra appeared, cupping small breasts, above her skin blemishless and stretched over so you could faintly see the ripple of ribs. It didn’t help to think that the fashion club worked everyday to get this slim. To Daria she was grotesque. The shirt raised, caught her glasses, let go and passed over her head. Breathing slow and deep, trying to remember so the panic can pass.

Small Daria placed the book in front of her, legs spread wide on either side of it. She sat naked and unselfconscious comparing various parts of her anatomy to the ones in the book. She was bright enough to know tat she wouldn’t look exactly like the diagrams of the grown woman but she could reason that she had many of the same attributes just on a smaller scale.

Daria hooked her thumbs in her black skirt and forced her eyes to stay open. She pushed the elastic waist down over her hips and butt, down her slender thighs so it dropped on the floor. Her whole body was trembling now with irrational shame as seeing herself like this.

Small Daria didn’t feel shame when her small hands had gone to her crotch and pulled the preformed labia of her vagina apart and looked inside as best she could, seeing the same parts as in the book but on a smaller scale. She saw something in the pictures called a clitoris and searched it out, the book being a bit vague as to its purpose.

Daria looked in the mirror gravely. Her hands felt like they had weights attached to them as she reached behind her and unclasped the bra. Her eyes almost betrayed her in looking away, the lids trying to shutter close from the sight. She forced them right and watched the garment fall to the floor and her breasts came into view. The pain in her stomach was now a real living thing, cramping her guts in twists of revulsion. She feared she may vomit but she had to do this. She had never wanted to be one of the happy “normal” people but this was one difference she had to rid herself of. She looked over her chest, seeing the light brown nipples lying flat on the petite hills, smooth areola surrounding. Tears priced at her eyes as she remembered what happened next.

The door had opened and her mother walked in, already talking.

“Daria, time for lunch…” her voice trailed off as she saw her daughter sitting there, poking between her legs. Helen screamed at the top of her lungs, leaping across the room and slapping Daria for the first and last time of her life, knocking her to the ground in numbing pain and confusion.

Helen took the biology book and ripped it to shreds in front of the sca nak naked child.

“This is bad Daria! Very, very bad!!!” she had repeated in frenzy as she ripped.

Jake rushed into the room to see what was going on.

“What is it, Helen,” he pointed did not look at his daughter as she laid there naked, something little Daria noticed right away and started to think there was something wrong with her being naked.

“She-she…was touching herself!” Helen reached down and grabbed Daria by the arm and shook her repeatedly, saying, “that is bad and dirty and sick Daria. Touching yourself is very wrong!”

Jake continued to look away from his child but repeated the words, “yes, Daria! Very bad and disgusting, never do it again!”

“People will think you’re very bad if you do that, do you understand?” Helen asked.

Little Daria burst into tears and nodded her head. Helen let her go and the two parents backed out of the room.

“Now get dressed and come down for lunch,” Helen said before closing the door.

Small Daria cried for a few minutes more before getting her clothes. She squished her eyes shut as she did so she wouldn’t look at herself since that might be “bad” too.

Feelings of shame and revulsion twisted into Daria as she hooked her thumbs into her underwear and pushed to down quickly, seeing her sex for the first time since she was seven. Her stomach finally rebelled and she rushed down the hall to the bathroom naked and threw up into the toilet, retching loudly as her meager days nutrition came up. When she was done she sat there crying, alone.
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