Thought of this randomly. Could be taken as a One-Shot. Or you guys could tell me if you want more. Yeah… I have no idea what I'm writing half the time anymore…

Is it Wrong?

"Why did I let you talk me into this again?" Kimiko was asking her best friend, and classmate, Keiko as she attempted to secure her incredibly tight shirt on.

Keiko groaned and rolled her eyes, "Because it'll be fun!"

Kimiko muttered an 'I doubt that' and continued attempting to put her shirt on correctly.

Keiko had entered the two highschoolers in a beauty pageant. Yay.

Kimiko wasn't big on beauty pageants; she felt like they were just men's' excuses to gawk at skimpily dressed girls, mostly half their own age.

But, Keiko had secretly signed them up, so Kimiko didn't have much choice.

Finally getting her skin tight black shirt on, Kimiko pulled on a lilac purple tie and let it hang loosely around her neck. She then pulled on a pair of black stockings and then a purple and black plaid mini skirt with a little bit of a poof at the bottom over top of the stockings.

Keiko and everyone else in the competition had gone with lighter, more feminine colors and stylings, like pink and frills, or baby blue and laces, or pale oranges and ruffles.

All of which, Kimiko found repulsive.

The first outfit category was casual. So, she went casual.

Other girls were wearing layers of cake make-up; Kimiko, not so much. Kimiko had simply put on some black mascara, some deep purple eye shadow, and some black lipstick.

And as for her hair, she pulled it back in a messy punk-rocker ponytail.

Her whole outfit spelled cute goth chick just looking for something to do with her Saturday night. (Or goth chick forced to go by her best friend…Either way.)

The music began blaring, Kimiko grabbed her black and purple combat boots and slipped them on as she hopped into her place in line. Awaiting her impending doom.

The judges had their little table at the end of the walkway, on the right to the girls point of view, left to everyone else. But the judges, minus one, were all women. And older, uglier, still trying to look pretty but they know they're not anymore, women at that.

The only male judge was much more modern, and much more attractive.

He had long, spiky, crisp black hair that hung about wherever it wished, creamy, smooth, flawless without make-up skin, a perfectly clean face, wonderfully masculine square jaw, and gorgeous, glimmering, makes you melt just by looking at them, golden eyes.

Everyone knew this judge. He was different. A young entrepreneur named Chase Young. Supposedly his father died and left his millions to his only son. He left his estate, his servants, his property, his position in society, and his looks, to his son. Which, because he didn't have to work, left the young heir with a lot of time on his hands.

He had decided he wanted to judge a couple of beauty pageants to see if it was really just a bunch of girls dolled up trying to prove to everyone that they could become famous and/or prostitutes.

So, everyone knew that Chase Young didn't particularly like it when the contestants tried to flirt with him or show off 'what they got'.

In fact, he had stated live ON TV, that he hated that sort of thing. Flashy-ness for the sake of bettering how others think of you seemed utterly degrading to him and he found people who did it to be desperate for attention.

So, a warning to the contestants, courtesy of by-standers, watch out for Chase Young.

The girls were coming out now. The first, a girl with obviously died blonde hair wearing a froofy, sparkly, way too expensive to be casual, magenta dress. Blech!

Chase wrote down a bad review for her.

'Obviously not casual clothing'

The next girl was wearing a slim fitting, elegant, shimmering turquoise onesie. Oh, wait, with a skirt. Excuse me, I didn't see it.

'Very skimpy. Hardly believe her parents would let her be seen in public in that'

The third girl had mousy brown hair and was wearing so much make-up she could've been mistaken for a doll. Her red, mock-geisha shirt and tiny, tiny, TINY, and did I mention tiny?, black skirt emphasized that she was obviously spray tanned under the make-up.

'Decided not to cover the legs with make-up, eh? Good choice. Now I see a Mexican'

The next girl was wearing an overly adorable yellow dress with white polka dots. At first, it seemed cute, until she took of her little jacket. The dress was a tube top, and a very tight one at that!

'Excellent, hold back the explosion of breasts just until she goes back stage. Well done'

Yet another girl came out in turquoise. Although, this girl was slightly more daring. She was wearing a dress that almost looked like it had been torn to shreds. Those 'shreds' were hanging in just the right spots that the special skin was covered up.

'Aw, how did she get a hold of my curtains? I thought I threw those out'

Murder. The first girl in pink came out. And it wasn't hot pink, no, it was bubblegum pink. The very color that emphasized 'female'. The dress in itself was cute, but Chase just couldn't bare to look at the color any longer. It burned his male, MALE eyes.

'I would love to start chewing on that dress and blow bubbles, thanks'

Another pink girl. Not that awful bubblegum pink, but strikingly close to it. Chase wanted to pour blue paint on it to cancel out the femininity of the thing.

'Yes, it's a beauty pageant. But pink has been done before, hasn't it?'

A girl came out with her black hair up in adorable pigtails, curled just right so that they were like tiny drills hanging from her head. Her make-up wasn't as heavy as the other girls before her, but it was still a lot. Her outfit seemed to be imitating a rose, a very, very creamy orange rose. All in all, this girl didn't look too bad. Not overly showy either. Chase didn't have much to say about her. He preached, 'If you have something nice to say…Don't Say It.'

Several other girls came out. Counting them up, Chase noted that there was only one left. Excellent, then he could go ahead to gawking at the skimpy bathing suit's the girls would choose, and laugh at how the colors emphasized that they were darker than the make-up made them look. He also got a kick out of seeing how they tried to make themselves appear to have substantial cleavage, but he could plainly see a water bra in there.

Suddenly his train of thought was interrupted. A girl, worthy of becoming a pedophile, was walking out on the runway.

"Damn!" was all he could think.

She looked incredible! Just the kind of woman he liked! Not wearing a ton of make-up, and not trying to show off what she didn't have!

He liked her.

The girl had her hair up in a messy ponytail that said 'casual beotch', her eyes were graced by a lovely purple. Her shirt looked tight, but she obviously wasn't wearing anything underneath. The tie hanging around her neck stated that she had her own style and she was her own person. Her stocking showed she didn't want to show off too too much skin if she didn't have to. Her complimenting plaid mini skirt showed that she had a good figure all over. It hugged her rear nicely, but didn't try to make it look too big. This girl got the concept of looking like sex on legs!

Chase was smitten instantly.

'Is it wrong to want to fuck the contestants?'

More…? Yes or no… I need answers…