A Day in the Life of Niah Lockwood Part 1

    She could feel it. Every little eye that simply had an interest in her was locked right on her ass. Some were likely thinking 'Oh please wind, love me now! Just a good gust! Just one good gust!' or even 'I would love to get a good feel of that ass of hers...'. It wouldn't be the first time she felt like this either, nor would it be the last. It was her second week now, taking this same bus, being forced to stand up yet again with other students who also took this same line. She had no friends on this line either, so she couldn't use another person to prevent another from coming onto her, coping a feel, or even trying to steal her backpack. Then again, she didn't need it either.

    The last time someone tried to feel up on her, they ended up injured. How they got hurt still confuses people to this day. People were still not convinced her ears and tail were real, and usually just played along, after all, it was just high school, even after the person who tried was shoved out of the bus while it was moving by her tail. Though, that wasn't the intended effect, just a faulty part on a door happened to not have been replaced, and he merely was at the wrong place at the wrong time doing the wrong thing. Lucky for him, it was simply scrapes and bruises. Since then, it was otherwise the fear of being hurt like the other, or others trying to take up a challenge they would never win.

    After a while she finally arrived at her school. Public High School 42, of course, it had a name, some probably politician who was opening it to look good, or a memorial name for someone who died or lived there once. She didn't really take it upon herself to learn the name, just the number, especially since it also happened to be her locker number, and homeroom number. Now most people would assume it was also going to be her answer to everything, but this was hardly the case. And much like the bus ride over, her walk through the halls were no different, stares, comments, whispering, some positive and a bit flattering, while others were perverse and rude. Her uniform didn't help either, always open at her neck a quarter of the way down, showing off her deep cleavage with her red tie resting right inside of it. Fabric tightly clung to her shape, and skirt always curved with little movement outside of her tail's sways. She almost looked like she barely fit in it, with her plump shape and all. Even her round rear seemed as defined as her belly and waist in the clothes. She didn't get in trouble for it either, since she explained her situation with the tailors to the staff and teachers. She didn't fit it well enough, and she preferred her pantyhose to bare skin to soften the chance of her up-skirt changes.

    Of course, what came with the comments and stares was one thing she was growing tired of. She twisted her lock's dial a few times to set the numbers forth, and tugs it open. As if today wasn't going to be annoying enough for her, she was now presented with the same old story for her locker, love notes, hundreds of them, no, thousands this time. It was pouring out of the locker from the top, like sand falling from a box. Everyone around her was silenced and halted by the sound of sliding and impacting paper, as she just stood there, watching. She brought her right hand up to her chin, and left arm under her breasts to hold it up. "Okay, it was flattering at first, but now this is just getting ridiculous." She sighed; face looking a bit angry, as her whiskers twitched in thought. She could only examine them vaguely as they fell out. Most of them had heart stickers on them to seal the flap, while others were simple, or exuberant. None of them took her interest though. It wasn't that she was cold and uncaring for it all. She in fact liked it for a while. But she was an adult, and everyone who did this was underage.

    "N-Niah? W-Will you pick me for prom this y-year?" A voice from her right asked shyly. Her ear's perked, and she turns her head, to spot at least 6 other boys around her, all holding out chocolates. Each face looked as expectant as the other, hoping they would be the one the Silver Haired Heartthrob, as they called her, picked. She just stared, a soft blush to her cheeks and her eyes more locked on the chocolates. "Oh, chocolates for me? All of you? Thank you!" She exclaimed, pretending she didn't hear the prom part, as she snagged up each heart shaped box. It was only false hope to them now, as she opened the first one she grabbed, and stuffed the rest in her locker where the love notes once resided atop her books. And in one fell swoop, she grabs a black plastic bag, as if prepared for this ahead of time, and proceeded to stuff all the notes in, at handfuls at a time.

    Sure, she hated there being so many notes, but she hardly wanted to just leave them on the floor to be picked up by some random janitor or student. That's what got her here in the first place. Once she was done, she slung the bag over her shoulder, and took her first class's book in hand. She turns and walks off, the plastic bag slamming her locker shut and somehow catching her lock in the process. The sound snapped most of the onlookers out of their stares, and caused them to proceed forth with their day.

    "Prom... Heh... I doubt that's going to be a thing." She said under her breath, as she marched forth to her class.