“Is that all you can come up with?”
Becky smiled as she stood on the chair, adjusting the bucket over the door.
“Don’t worry,” she replied confidently, “You won’t be disappointed.”
Her classmate shrugged before returning to his seat.
Though only a junior in high school, Becky was a scientific prodigy, showing a vast knowledge in science and chemistry since as young as three years old. By the time she had started high school, Becky was already being offered scholarships to several colleges, but chose to finish high school with her peers.
Although she kept mostly to herself, Becky was well respected by both the faculty and her fellow students, as her knowledge and achievements had brought a lot of positive publicity to the school, along with extra funding for all its programs, including the science lab. Becky was also looking very forward to spending the summer working in the lab of the local university, which she would eventually be attending after graduation.
The problems started earlier in the school year. Tiffany was a buxom, blonde cheerleader from a wealthy family, who was new to the school. However, her arrogance and pompous attitude quickly alienated her from her schoolmates and the faculty, including her fellow cheerleaders and even the Jocks. Normally, the boys would be eager to go out with her, but her snobbish nature quickly turned them off.
What’s more, Tiffany decided that she would single Becky out and give her a hard time. She would intentionally bump Becky in the hall, cut in front of her in the cafeteria and call her nasty names such as “Genius” (in a derogatory tone) and “Science Nerd”. Tiffany was jealous of all the positive attention Becky received, but her bullying only succeeded in alienating her even further from the rest of the school.
One day after gym class, Becky followed her usual routine by taking a shower before heading off to her next class. However, she was not expecting what she saw when she opened her locker afterwards – it was completely empty. All her clothes, right down to her footwear, were gone. Becky noticed a small piece of paper on the upper shelf – it read as follows:
‘TRY TO FIGURE THIS ONE OUT – GENIUS!’
Becky recognized the hand writing and knew right away that only one person could be responsible – Tiffany. She looked around the room to see that Tiffany was already gone.
Becky bit her lip as she was wearing nothing but a towel – the only item keeping her from being completely naked in school. Not wanting to bother the other girls, she lingered around until they all left for their next classes.
Having looked all over the room after they were gone, Becky sneaked into the now empty hallway, where she looked in the janitor’s closet and found nothing. Trying to keep as calm as possible, Becky noticed the door to the Boys’ locker room across the hall. It was quiet in there, as a boys’ class was in progress in the gym. Becky figured that Tiffany probably didn’t put too much thought into this and would want to be out of the Boys’ room as quickly as possible. Based on that assumption, she snuck inside, looked in the locker closest to the door and was very relieved to find all her clothing.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Becky dropped her towel, quickly got dressed and sneaked out of the Boys’ locker room, before hurrying off to class.
As a result, she was late and received a demerit point. Being too embarrassed to explain to the teacher why she was late, Becky simply accepted it. Tiffany was not in this class, but Becky could only imagine Tiffany sitting in another classroom, having a huge laugh over her prank.
Becky was very serious about her school records, having never gotten a detention or demerit point. Now, Tiffany’s childish prank, out of nothing more than simple dislike, put this one mark on her record. Becky was willing to let it go, but once the other students found out, they were quite upset and encouraged her to stand up and retaliate.
It was that small, unnecessary blemish on her record, along with her classmates’ encouragement that finally led Becky to engineer some sort of revenge towards Tiffany a few days later.
She made her final adjustments before climbing down from the chair and returning it to its place behind the teacher’s desk.
One of her classmates quickly came in through the classroom’s rear door and locked it.
“She’s coming!” she said excitedly.
First they heard Tiffany trying to open the locked door. They then heard an exasperated sigh as she made her way to the front door of the classroom.
“Here she comes!” someone whispered.
Tiffany entered the room wearing her usual, tight-fitting, v-neck cheerleading “letter” sweater, along with her short cheerleading skirt.
The door opened to the right point and on cue, the bucket tipped, its contents emptying right onto Tiffany. The classroom erupted in laughter.
Now soaked to the skin, Tiffany sputtered, looked up at the bucket and then back at Becky in contempt. Becky enjoyed the moment, smiling smugly at her tormentor.
“Really!?” Tiffany exclaimed, “A bucket of water? That’s the best you can do!? Some genius! The way everyone makes such a big deal over…”
“Look! What is that!?” someone chimed in, pointing at the drenched cheerleader.
The class stared at Tiffany as smoke started to come from her clothes. Tiffany looked down at herself and gasped.
“What...what’s happening to me!?” she asked incredulously.
Becky’s classmates became concerned despite their dislike for Tiffany.
“Is she burning?” one of them asked.
“Will she be okay?” asked another.
“The solution is harmless to her,” Becky quickly explained “…but I can’t say the same for her clothes!” she added, smiling slyly.
The smoke continued as the hemline of Tiffany’s skirt started to disintegrate and rise. The same happened to her sweater as it started to rise above her midriff, the sleeves creeping up her arms, and the v-neck opening and expanding across her chest. Within seconds, the seams split and Tiffany’s clothing fell to the floor where they continued to disintegrate.
“M-my… my clothes!” Tiffany exclaimed.
She was now left in a flimsy, pink lace bra which barely contained her ample breasts, and a pink thong. Laughter and whistling started as Tiffany’s eyes filled with tears. Some of her classmates even had their phones out and were taking pictures.
“Look!” someone exclaimed.
In seconds, the smoking started again on Tiffany’s bra and thong. The straps snapped and the underwear fell from Tiffany’s body, joining the smoldering mess of ashes on the floor that was once her clothing.
All that was now left on Tiffany were her tennis shoes and sports socks. She quickly covered her private parts with her hands, before looking at Becky with a tear-stained, red face.
“How could you do this to me?” she asked in a near whisper before running out of the room.
The rest of the class laughed and cheered, some sharing their pictures of Tiffany with each other, while others approached Becky, congratulating her and giving her high-fives.
Although the prank worked out according to her plan, something about it just didn’t feel right to Becky. The victory somehow felt hollow.
“Did you see the look on her face?” she heard someone say.
That was the problem. All she could see was pain and humiliation on Tiffany’s face. Becky had gotten back at Tiffany and would probably never be picked on by her again.
She should have been happy – Right?