Only three more weeks till my ten-year high school reunion. When I left high school, I never in a million years thought I would want to return to the school that left so many wounds on me.

I will never forget my last year at high school. My family had just moved to a new home during the summer. I left the few friends I had behind, but I thought there had to be someone who would be my friend. I was so wrong.

I was you might call a late bloomer. Entering my senior year I barely had boobs, and I wore horn rimmed glasses. My parents always told me that it was all they could afford. On top of all that, I had an acme problem. My family barely got by. 

The guys never even looked at me, let alone talked to me. The girls all seemed to belong to their own little groups which I was never invited to.

At my last school, I had a few friends. At this school, I was on my own.

I was okay with it. I kept telling myself it was just one more year, and then I could follow my dream and attend art school. 

That was my mindset until my prom. I knew I would never get an invite.

That changed one day when one of the more popular guys, Bret, approached me and said, "Pia, how would you like to go to the prom with me?"

Stunned and happy, I replied, "I would love to go with you."

He smiled, almost laughed, and replied, "Great, I will pick you up at six."

I floated home from school on a cloud. I was so happy.

I ran into the house yelling, "Mom, mom guess what?"

She peered around the kitchen corner and said, "I give up. What are you so excited about?"

Panting, I ran to the kitchen and told her, "Bret, you know the guy on the football team. He invited me to go to the prom with him. I need a new dress and shoes."

She said, "Slow down, Pia. We need to check with your dad first. When is the prom?"

I screamed, "Dad better say yes or I will hate him for the rest of my life. The prom is two weeks from Friday."

 After a lengthy discussion of dos and don'ts, my dad came home that night and gave his blessing.

My mom and I went shopping for a dress for me. We did not go to the best stores, but we found one within our budget range. I thought it was beautiful and could hardly wait to wear it and have Bret see me in it. My new shoes were the best shoes I've ever had. 

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The day of my prom arrived, and I woke up with a big, brand-new zit on my face. I looked in the mirror, and some tears ran down my face. 

I found my mom, pointed to the zit, and said, "Now what am I supposed to do? I can't go like this."

She looked at me and said, "Don't worry, Pia. I have makeup that will cover that up. Go dry your eyes and take a shower."

I went to take a shower and hoped my mom was right and could cover up this damn zit.

The whole day, I worried if she was right and could barely eat anything.

Two hours before Bret was to come over, my mom took me to her bathroom, had me sit on her stool, and started applying her makeup.

Thirty minutes later, I was so pleased with what she had done. The zit was covered up.

I put on my new dress and shoes an hour before Bret arrived.

I walked into the living room to show my parents what I looked like. The huge smile on my dad's face said it all. My brother even let out a wolf whistle. 

Bret was right on time and knocked at my door. My dad let him in, and they shook hands after their pleasantries.

I went into the foyer and wanted to see Bret's reaction when he saw me in my new dress.

He looked at me and said, "You look nice Pia." Then he pinned a corsage on me.

We went to the prom, and many of his friends were there. I was surprised at some of their dates. They were with different girls, then I saw them with most of the time.  

We danced over and over. I was having the best time ever. 

About halfway through the dance, Bret asked me, "I want to go to my car and grab a smoke. Do you want to come with me?"

I thought, why not?

He opened his SUV and pulled the backseats down so we could lie in the back.

He lit his cigarette and asked, "Are you having a good time, Pia?" 

I replied, "I am. I love to dance, and you made it so much fun. I asked, “Are you having a good time, Bret."

He replied, "It's okay so far, but I know what would make it better."

I asked, "What is that?"

He leaned over me and kissed me and shot his tongue right down my mouth. This was the first time I had ever French kissed, and I loved it.

He took a puff from his cigarette and flicked it out of the car then he slid his hand down my dress to feel my boobs.

I pushed his hand back and said, "I am not sure we should do this on our first date."

He pushed his hand up my dress to my pussy and said, "Why not everyone does this Pia."

I nodded and said, "Okay, we can do this, but I've never done this, so take it easy on me."

He pulled down my panties and, in the process, made a small rip in my brand-new dress.

He pulled out his stiff cock and put a rubber on it. He picked up my dress and threw it over my face. I could barely see what he was doing.

He said, "Get ready Pia here comes my cock.

I soon felt him slide his cock in me. This was the first for me. It felt good, but it hurt a little.

He pushed my dress aside again this time so he could kiss me as he fucked me. As we kissed, he went faster and faster. He soon let out a large grunt and lay stiff on me for a minute.

He jumped out of the SUV's back end, pulled the rubber off, and screamed, "I won. I fucking win. I am the champ of this year's dog fight.

I had no idea why he was screaming that until three of his friends came by the back of his car and saw me laying with my pussy wide-open.

Steve, one of his friends, said, "It looks like you did win, Bret. She is a real dog." 

At first, I did not know what a dogfight was, but I soon figured it out when I saw all the other guys. I now knew this was an ugly date contest.

Bret came to the back of the car and said, "Thanks, Pia. I won the contest this year and won five hundred dollars." Then he threw five twenties at me and said, "This is your cut."

I got out of the back of his car and threw the money back at him and slapped his face and said, "Fuck you."

I walked home in shame. My brand-new dress was ruined. I lost my virginity. What would I tell my parents? Even worse, the thought of going to school after all this humiliation. 

I cried all the way home and hid outside of my house until I saw the lights go off in my parents' bedroom. I then snuck in through the back door and cried myself to sleep.

The next day, my mom asked, "Did you have a nice time at the prom, Pia?"

It was all I could do not cry, and I replied, "I was having a nice time, but Bret tried to get fresh, so I left and walked home."

My mom's face turned red, and she said, "Just wait till I tell your father." 

I shook my head and said, "Don't do that. It will only make it worse."

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She never told my dad, and my life at school was a living hell. The guys tossed dog biscuits and barked at me as I walked by, and my locker was always smeared with wet dog food.

The worst were the other girls who called me "Fido, Spike, and an assortment of other hurtful names.

There was only one person who tried to comfort me, and his name was Jerry. I was never sure if he was sincere or wanted a piece of me so he could claim that he fucked the winner of the dog fight. Jerry was also made fun of and was new to the school.

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I graduated with top honors from school and set my sites of getting out of this shit hole town. That summer, as I was leaving, I began to bloom. I went up two cup sizes. I added some weight in the right places.

I was a good artist and decided to attend an art school in New York. I saw an ad for a woman wanting a roommate, and I moved in with her. To help pay for my rent, I took a job at a local deli. 

I became good friends with Bree and had some good laughs together. 

One night we talked, and she said, "You know, Pia, you could be very beautiful. You just need some help with your make-up and your hair. I would love to help you if you give me a chance." 

I replied, "Help me? The dog of Wilson High School. You must be kidding." 

She replied, "Yes, Pia, I can help. Give me a chance, and what do you mean by the dog of your high school?"

I went on to explain what happened, and the more I told her, the redder her face got.

When I finished telling her what happened, she got up and went to her makeup bag. 

Bree was a stunning woman. She wanted to be a model and had the face and body to be one. 

She returned with her makeup and said, "You just wait until I get done with you. You will not be a dog but a one hundred percent fox. I do this for a living, trying to be a fashion model."

She spent over thirty minutes on me, taking the time to show me each step. When she finished, I stood in awe in front of the mirror, looking at myself. She was right, I am a fox, I thought.

I looked at her, hugged her, and said, "I don't know how to thank you." 

She smiled and said, "All I did was add to your beauty. It has always been there, but you have been afraid to bring it out. Now you need to grow your beautiful blonde hair out instead of that Dutch boy cut you have. We will also get you some contacts. You have a perfect body, so let's get some clothes to show it off. You are no ugly duckling. You are now a swan."  

I replied, "I will do what you say. I love what you did for me today." 

I hugged her again and looked into her eyes, and I don't know what came over me, but I leaned in and kissed her. 

She held me closer and kissed me back as our tongues danced around. She slid my top down and began to suck on my nipples. I felt my pussy twinge and get a little wet.

Bree stood up and took off all her clothes and said, "If we are going to do this right, we must be naked."

I followed her lead and stripped, took her hand, and led her into the bedroom.

She immediately spread my legs and licked my pussy. First licking my button and moving down my pussy. My pussy began to flow like a river. She put in one of her fingers in me and started to finger fuck me. Within just a few minutes, I had my very first orgasm. It felt so good, and I now knew what sex was.

Bree lifted her head and asked, "Do you like this, Pia?"  

I replied, "Like it, no, I love it. That was my first orgasm."

She buried her face right down in my bush and went to work on giving me several more orgasms.

She licked me for over an hour before she said, "I need a quick break."

I got up, tossed her over, and said, "My turn." 

It was awkward for me, having the little sexual experience I have had, trying to do what she did for me, but I never gave up until I knew she had at least one orgasm.

I licked her clit then plunged two fingers in her pussy and finger fucked her as hard as I could. I saw her head lay back, and she bit her lip before starting to let out some moans of pleasure. 

Her toes curled, and she yelled, "Don't stop, Pia. Please don't stop. Fuck I am cumming."

Her juices flowed into my mouth, and I licked her clean. 

Bree said, "I need to catch my breath, that was so intense. How many times have you done that, Pia? You are very very good at it."

I smiled and said, "That was my first time and only the second time I have had any sex. I am glad you liked it."

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From that day forward, our relationship changed. We both brought each other pleasure whenever the mood struck us. We also agreed that we would both be understanding if we found a guy.

Over the months that passed, I was doing reasonably well at school and work. Bree kept trying out for modeling jobs. She landed some small parts in ads for companies, but nothing big-time.

She taught me how to do makeup, and I let my hair grow and got some contacts. I felt better about myself and my looks. I even got a few random wolf whistles.

One day, I went with her to one of her modeling jobs because we were going out dancing afterward. 

I enjoyed watching her do her thing, and she looked, in a word, stunning.

As I watched, one of the producers approached me, put his hand on my shoulder, and asked, "Have you ever thought about being a model? You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen."

I had to look around and see who he was talking to. It surely could not be me.

I looked at him and asked, "Are you talking to me?" 

He laughed and said, "Of course I am. Who else would I be talking to? I could use you in an upcoming ad campaign for a company I work for. Would you be interested?"

Sitting there in shock, I stuttered out, "I guess so. I think I can do that. What do I have to do?"

He handed me his business card and said, "I have another appointment. I will call you on Monday with the details and how much we will pay you. Let me have your number, and I guess it would be a good idea if I knew your name."

I was shaking as I replied, "Pia. Pia Anderson." I wrote down my number and handed it to him.

He smiled and said, " I will contact you soon."

I finished watching Bree do her job.

We left the studio, and I told Bree, "You will never guess what happened to me as I watched you."

She asked, "What happened?"

I handed her the guy's business card and said, "He wants to use me in some ad, he said."

She looked at the card and asked me, "Do you know who that guy is? He is the most powerful agent and ad man in the world. Fuck you better do it this could be a huge break for you. I know you never intended to be a model, but you are beautiful, Pia." 

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Bree was right. The ad I did for that company began my fame as a model. Like many celebrities, I became a supermodel and used just my first name. I also soon got parts in movies and in some TV shows.  My nude scenes in the movies made me famous in a very short time.

Bree gave up modeling and became my agent, ensuring we kept my brand as we wanted.

If anybody wanted my services and to use my name "Pia," they had to talk with Bree first. 

Bree and I stayed lovers and best friends. I was worried that I was the one who became a model, as she wanted to be one. She never showed any jealousy, in fact, she always called me FrankenPia, the monster she created. 

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I was working on my latest job, sitting in a chair and taking a break, when I noticed this guy staring at me. It was not unusual for that to happen, but this guy was trying to look a hole through me.

I got tired of it and asked him, "Can I help you with something?

He walked over to me and said, "Pia. Pia Anderson, is that you?"

I wondered how he knew my last name. We did our best to keep that a secret.

I answered, "Yes, I am Pia Anderson. Do I know you?"

He laughed and replied, "You sure as hell do. I am Jerry Madden. You know from Wilson High School. I was the nerd who cared about how you were treated."

I did a double take. Jerry had become a handsome and very distinguished-looking man. 

I said, "Jerry. Yes, I remember you. How are you doing, Jerry?"

He replied, "I am doing great, and I know you are doing great by all the ads and TV shows I see you in. I had no idea that it was the Pia from school that was in those ads. I have to say you look amazing."

I replied, “Thank you, Jerry, and you look handsome."

We had a long conversation, and I steered away from my high school days. I am still trying to block those out.

I found out he owned the company I was advertising for. He told me he was divorced and was only married for about a year right out of high school.

Bree came over, and I introduced him to her. Right after we were done working, we set up a dinner date.

He took us to one of New York's finest restaurants.

As we finished dinner, Jerry asked, "Did you ever get married, Pia?"

I chuckled a little and replied, "No. I'm still hurt from high school and don't trust men."

He looked surprised and said, "I don't mean to pry, but you have gone without sex all these years?"

Bree laughed and then said, "She didn't say that."

Jerry smiled and said, "I get it now. I would pay a million dollars to see that."

Bree looked at him and said, "Let me see your checkbook and see if you are good for a million."

He laughed and said, "I was just kidding."

Bree replied, "I wasn't."

I felt Bree's hand run up my leg to my pussy and slide my panties to the side and rub my clit. I know she could feel how wet I was. I was so horny I could have fucked the candlestick on the table.

I leaned over, placed my hand on Jerry's lap, and said, " Your place or ours?"

He replied, "Yours."

He paid the bill, and we went to our place.

As soon as we got there, Bree pushed Jerry onto the couch and told him, "If you want to watch, then you better get naked right now."

Within seconds, he was nude, sitting on the couch, and hard as a rock.

Bree and I danced around the room, stripping and kissing in between, clothes falling off.

I went over to Jerry and stroked his cock for him and gave him a quick lick up and down his shaft.

Bree laid down on the floor and said, "Come on Pia I am horny get over here and eat me."

I placed my face on her shaven pussy and began to eat her. Jerry was stroking his cock as he watched me eat her.

I got up and sat on Bree face so she could eat me and I went right back down on her pussy.  

Jerry got up and stood over us as he masturbated and watched.

Bree looked at him and said, "You want some of this, Jerry?"

He nodded his head and got down on his knees and added his tongue to Bree's and licked my pussy and my starfish.  

I was having an orgasm after orgasm, but I wanted to feel a cock in my pussy again. 

I stood up and said, "Why don’t you fuck the both of us Jerry?"

We all went to the bedroom, and I laid on the bed and I began to kiss Bree. We both spread are legs so Jerry could take turns fucking us.

Her tongue dancing with mine and Jerry's cock sliding in and out of my soaked pussy made my toes curl and my pussy flow.

He went back and forth fucking me for a minute and fingering Bree then did it in reverse.

He soon stood up and shot his load across both of our bodies.

Bree looked at Jerry and asked, "You want to have another go at it, Jerry?"

Jerry fucked us until six a.m. the next morning. Bree ate me, and I ate her when Jerry was soft.

We all fell asleep and woke up around noon.

Jerry treated us to breakfast.

 As we ate, I asked Jerry, "Are you going to the reunion?"

He replied, "Why would I? They all just made fun of me. Are you going?"

I grinned and said, "You better believe it. No one knows who I am or what I have become. I bought my parents a new house, and they have no contact with anyone there. I wanted to go to show them what a little hard work could do. You should go too. We can go together with Bree."

He looked at me and said, "Deal."

Bree looked at him and said, "You buy the airline tickets and pay for them room and I will forget about the million you owe us."

Jerry laughed and said, That's a deal to."

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We all flew in a day before the reunion. I dressed low-key, wearing a hat and scarf so I would not be recognized.

I could not wait until all those who made fun of me saw me and saw what I had become.  

I walked around with Jerry and Bree and right at first no one noticed any of us then finally one of the girls Marie who used to call me fido came up to me and asked, “Who are you?”

I looked at her and replied, “You don’t remember me? I sure as hell remember you. You used to call me fido. Does that ring a bell?”

Her face turned red, and she walked away. 

Soon after that someone I did not remember came over to me and asked, “Are you Pia?”  Pia from the movies?”

I answered her, “Yes I am.”  

She turned to the crowd and screamed out, “Look everyone. Pia is here.”

Almost everyone there turned and looked over at me. Most of them looked confused. Why would Pia be here?

I saw Marie talking to her friends of the same little group that she had in high school and pointing my way. I could tell all of them were shocked at what I had become.

One of them walked over to me and said, “Pia you look beautiful. I don’t know if you remember me but if you do, I am sorry for what I said and did to you back in high school.”  

I looked at her and told her, “Thanks for saying that. I am no different now. I like to think that I have always been beautiful on the inside and my friend Bree brought out my looks on the outside. You can go tell all your friends over there I forgive them and because of them I am who I am today. Hopefully you will all learn that a person’s beauty is not always on the outside.”

She walked away.

I then spotted Bret hiding in the corner. It looked like he was with his wife or girlfriend.

I walked over to him and said, “Hi. Remember me, Bret?”  

After gulping he replied, “Yes, I do Pia. Nice to see you.”  

I looked at him and smiled then said, “I did not think you would be all that happy to see me. Who is this lovely lady by your side?”

He replied, “This is my wife, Linda.”

I shook her hand and said, “Nice to meet you, Linda.  Did you know that Bret was my date at the prom. Why don’t you ask about it sometime. I am sure he would love to tell you what he won.”

From there Jerry and I danced to the band and Bree joined in.

I did have a good time watching all the reactions I got. Jerry did too when people found out what he was now and how rich he is.

After leaving that night I felt better that old chapter in my life is gone now. I can think back to it now and know that as awful as it was, I am a better person now and hopefully the ones who hurt me so badly will go on with their lives and be a better person as well.

On the flight back home, Bree made some calls, and it looks like I will now have this story made into a movie.   

After we landed the man who wants to make the movie called me and asked, “Pia do you have any thoughts on a title for the movie”

I replied, “Yes, I do. I want to call it “Pia the Ugly Duckling.”