It was two days later that it happened.

Lucy had been walking to class, the hallways packet, it had been what two weeks now, and although for the most part, the uproar of Lucy's transformation had died down. The truth that she was now, in fact, hot kept peoples attention. Finally, she belonged with the popular kids.

She went to walk up the stairs, not thinking of much except how she was absolute dreading her French class. Folders tied to her chest as she saw many of the girls hold their stuff.

That's when it happened. On the stairs. The snap of a camera she'd paid it no mind. Not until the weight of a hand landed on her shoulder, 'thanks' he'd said, waving a picture of an ass in her face before turning his phone off.

He was lost in the crowd Lucy was left standing there. Shocked, mind not having processed what she'd just seen. An ass. Her ass, it dawned on her what had been done. His slimy voice replayed in her ears. And then she couldn't breathe.

Lucy stood there. Silent. Letting the crows push past her trying to get to their classes before the bell.

Calm. She needed to be calm. This was okay. She'd seen videos, she'd watched chick flics, this happened. She needed to be calm.

She just needed to breathe, this was okay, calm down, calm down CALM FUCKING DOWN

Slowly Lucy walked back down the stairs she came from, face sill morphed into that shocked, hurt expression. She kept walking, the rhythm of her feet at a slow unnatural pace until she was at the school exit doors, then she ran. You see, Lucy was not calm.

She kept running, where she did not know, home? Maybe but she didn't feel like the stuffy atmosphere. The ballpark, no way, she couldn't think straight. All she knew was she needed to calm the fuck down. So she kept running, maybe the fear would eave her, but she couldn't get the air in.

She tripped. Tumbling, knees scraping concrete. For a moment she let herself sit, sun slamming down against her in that horrid summer heat. Her breaths where loud, uncontrolled. Someone anyone she needed someone to tell her it was okay. She was alright. It was alright. She felt so… she didn't know what she felt.

Get up.

A voice in her head told her. So Lucy did, on shaky legs, Lucy got back the fuck up and kept running. She knew where she wanted to go then home. Lucy wanted to go fucking home. And cry and shower and deal with whatever the fuck had just happened ad why the fuck she cared.

Her hands were shaking as she fumbled, trying to get her keys in the door. They dropped to the ground clinking. It made her feel sick. she tried again, the door opened. Lucy ran to her room, not bother ing to take her shoes. Off. She ran to the bathroom, turning the nobs to get the hot water running. She didn't get out of her clothes, or shoes even, Lucy just let the water run over her.

And then she cried. No, she didn't cry she screamed and howled and kicked and thanked heaven her father wasn't home.

Lucy punched the ground and the beat her fists against the stone walls, she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. She felt so violated. So exposed.

And then she was quite.

So very quiet.

A tired anguished whimper before she closed her eyes again. She felt so heavy. She let herself simply lay there, tears and makeup still streaming down her face. Cloths drenched and shoes ruined. It dint matter, Lucy didn't plan on wearing the outfit again.

It might've been an hour maybe too, that when it finally shut off. Lucy was freezing. Her body had been shivering for the last hour, as icy water drencher her when the hot ran out. The soken cloths still stuck to her. He'd taken a photo, of her ass, in her cotton white underwear, maybe it wasn't a big deal. She knew it wasn't a big deal, it happened all the films. If she told Levy she'd be laughed at, because of the curse that was all part of being a girl too. But fuck she felt so broken

She knew she should get up, get out of the wet clothing before she caught a cold. She probably already had. But Lucy couldn't bring herself to undress. To expose herself any more. So Lucy dragged herself up of the icy cold bathroom floor, kicking off her soaked shoes but leaving on the socks. Dripping water as she walked to her room, wrapped herself in her blankets soaking them too, and went to sleep.

Only she could sleep.

Lucy lay there, exhausted, but no matter what her mind kept relaying the events, seeing if in that thirty-second encounter shed missed anything. She didn't know his face. Only the dangling leper charm o his phone.

Would he spread it? Would the whole school get a good look at her ass? Unlikely. She knew that's not how things were done these days. Group chats. She was on some scumbag boy group chat, a picture they- she felt sick. it was normal she told herself again. All the girls had probably gone through this. It was just hush hush. Another secret reality of womanhood that Lucy was only just experiencing.

Her phone was ringing, Natsu probably. She didn't want to answer. Didn't know if she could.

She walked over to her bag, ignoring the sting of her bloodied kneecaps. Clicked the one to the end button. 'I'm sick sorry, don't feel like talking at'

'you sure? I can come over'

'don't miss class for me'

'luce school finished twenty minutes ago, you must be out of itttt'

'I'm gonna take another nap, i'll ttul'

She did not take a nap. Instead, Lucy grabs water wits she had left about her and saw the clock, 3:31 she had approximately four hours until her father was home to get her shit together.

She took off the cloths. That was the hardest part. Letting herself be bare for even those few moments between changing clothes. Choosing something baggy and comfortable because she could not be fucked with being a lady right then.

She washed the remains of the streaming makeup of her face and put on the most uncomfortable Korean sheet mask he had, then she put he clothes in the dryer and set a hairdryer up with her bedsheets.

Lucy then emailed her teachers, telling them she was sick and asking if she could get the work for the next few days despite having little to no intent in doing said work they dint take your attendance off if you asked for the work so her father wouldn't know.

Then Lucy took her temperature, she was burning up so she googled fever remedies.

Lucy would not be beaten into submission, women were as tough as nails.

soooo ummm, what did y'all think. time is an illusion i don't remember when i posted the last chapter. thank you for the reviews and favs and follows. i love you all and them all

so this is where the story starts to get a lil interessant my dudes. whats lucy gon do now.

i actually took this as inspiration from when a guy took a pic up my friends skirt then sent it to her. she wasn't too bothered apart from the fact it was creepy. she was at the time friends with the guy but I've always found it kinda fucked up.

and girls, the groupchats are real, I've had guys confirm. boys send nudes that girls sent them on there. its unbelievably fucked up. so stay safe out there 3