The Tough Jacket (Paid Post #2) (Patreon)

Shelly was always seen as the littlest nerd in school. And she was always being picked on by all the kids in her grade. She wondered if it had anything to do with her fashion. So she asked her mother for something to make her look tough. They went to the mall and could not find a thing that fit her that made her comfortable, but her mom told her she still had to get to school. Her mom could get into a lot of trouble if Shelly didn't go to school and she didn't want that either. So she begrudgingly agreed.

The next day she knew she had to go, but wanted anything to help her out just the tiniest little bit. So she went into her mom's closet while she was cooking breakfast for her and she saw the Jacket, It was black, leather, and looked tough as hell! So Shelly shoved it into her back pack along with a pair of her mom's jeans. Those bullies would never pick on her in a jacket like that.

Her mom dropped her off and Shelly quickly said “Thanks” and bolted out of the soccer van into the school, ducking behind a hallway near a fire exit, she had to get the jacket on before any of her bullies saw her. She pulled it out and slipped the jacket on her shoulders. It felt funny, suddenly Shelly was out of breathe and she pushed her way out the back exit.

She her lungs found fresh air, she coughed and choked. She fell to the ground and felt her hands stretching from her sleeves. She coughed harder and could feel her little pink dress squeezing around her back. The little threads holding it together, popping, ripping, and tearing open. Her hips thickening, her chest ballooning as her age was rapidly climbing up to motherhood. She got up on her knees and grabbed and yanked at the little dress underneath. She was finally able to breathe as she stood in that cool and tough looking leather jacket, and very little else.

Age looked really good on her. Thank god she had the foresight to bring some jeans too, and the fit just perfectly.

A teacher slipped out the back getting ready to light a cigarette, “Woah! Hey uh, not sure who you're subbing for, but you gotta put something else on before going in there.

Shelly reached out and plucked the cigarette from his lips and whispered, “Make me.” as she walked away with the coolest swagger of a street tough.