Please note: this story is a work of erotic FICTION, and it will more than likely contain explicit sex scenes involving relationships that could be considered socially unacceptable; if you don't want to read something like that, then please, for your own sake, don't read it, for all others, please read, enjoy, and review my work if you feel like it. Also, this story is (hopefully improved) remake of an earlier version under author's name of Lude. - Lude2

Story Codes: minor, f-f voyeur

The Unauthorized Un-Rated Version of

Lizzie McGuire Movie

Based upon the novelized version of the screenplay

Adapted by Lude

Chapter Four

Followed by Matt and Mr. and Mrs. McGuire, Lizzie walked slowly and carefully into the auditorium. It took very precise movements to stay balanced on her stilt-like high heal shoes.

Lizzie looked around the school auditorium. Everyone was there…Lizzie's classmates, their parents, family, and friends, the entire faculty, and the school staff. The last thing he she wanted to do was a trip in front of them all. She was determined not to do anything today that would cause public humiliation.

After her parents kissed her, Lizzie joined the huge group of graduates. Would she ever find her friends? Just then, she spotted Gordo. Good old Gordo. He was smart and funny, and he was Lizzy's best guy friend in the world. "Do I look Okay?" she asked when she reached him.

"Lizzie, you should ask Miranda that question," Gordo said.

"But she's in Mexico City!" Lizzie protested.

Gordo sighed. "Yeah, you look much hotter in your black robes than all the other girls," he replied meaning to sound sarcastically, but the sensual tone of his voice implied something much more.

Lizzie nodded. Still worried that he might notice her secret, to ease her mind, she began running through the events of the day. "Okay, good, we walked to the principal. Take the diploma with my left hand, shake with my right hand. Smile and wave. Go back to my seat. And it's 'Later, junior high,' and we're on the class trip to Rome. Nothing can rattle me.' She nodded to herself, feeling the wind blowing her robe up between her legs

"Oh. My God!"

Lizzie whirled around to find Kate Sanders gawking at her. Noticing that Lizzie didn't have any panty lines, Kate reached out and pulled up her gown. "Lizzie, are you wearing a thong?" Kate showed an evil little smile, as she spoke. Lizzie tried to stop her hand, but it was too late.

"Only you would think that you could hide that you're not wearing any panties on you flat little ass!" To prove her point, Kate pulled up Lizzie's graduation robe to briefly relieve Lizzie's naked, but actually quite curvy ass. At that very moment, the marching band stopped playing, and every member of the audience heard Kate say, "Lizzie McGuire, you're a slut!"

"Maybe I am being kind of slutty, but at least I don't fuck anything with a pulse! You're just as pathetic!" While Lizzie had shouted back with the first comeback that popped into her head, she had the awful feeling that her embarrassment was written all over her face. So it was a good thing she didn't know that Matt was capturing it all on his video camera.

"Thanks for noticing," she muttered to Kate before Gordo was able drag her away. "Doesn't she have anything better to do than make me feel bad?" she moaned. "We used to be best friends."

"Yeah, but, that was before she became popular," Gordo told her. "You're a living reminder that she was once a geek, so she does everything in her power to destroy you."

Lizzie looked around her. "Well, that's all about to change," she said with determination. "By the end of today, we are high school students. I get to hit the RESET button on my life."

McGuire!" barked a familiar voice.

Lizzie turned around to find Mr. Escobar, the school's drama teacher towering over her. He smelled funny, sort of like the spicy cookies her grandmother made every Christmas.

"Hey, Mr. Escobar. Nice aftershave," she said.

Mr. Escobar ignored the comment. "Margaret Chan either has Ebola or a really bad cold," he said sharply. "You're delivering the class president's speech."

WHAT! Every nerve in Lizzie's body screamed in terror. "Wh-what about the vice president?" she stammered.

"He's not graduating," Mr. Escobar informed her flatly. "The secretary treasurer in next in line. I want you to deliver your speech with as much pride and commitment as Margaret Chan would have done, even though you're no Margaret Chan." He began herding her toward the podium as the band began to play again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Margaret Chan!" said a booming voice. "Check that, Lezzy McGuire!"

With all eyes on her, Lizzie walked very carefully to the podium and gazed vacantly out over the crowd. Everyone fell silent and stared back at her, waiting. And waiting.

Lizzie tapped the microphone, hoping maybe it was turned off. No such luck…one little tap, and a noise like all the fingernails in the world scratching a blackboard shrieked through the auditorium. Everybody jumped.

Lizzie gulped, hearing Kate's words echo through her mind. Oh, My God.

"Margaret Chan couldn't be with us tonight, so I will be taking her place," Lizzie said, managing a smile. Did she just say that? Hey, good beginning! "Well, not that anyone could really do that," she found herself adding. Nobody laughed, so she plunged ahead. "I think we all agree that junior high was filled with embarrassing, awkward, and sometimes even downright humiliating moments. Right?" Complete silence continued. "Me, neither…"

Oh, why couldn't a bolt of lighting just strike her now and end the torment? But then Lizzie caught sight of Gordo. He mimed drinking a glass of water. Good idea!

"I think Margaret would want me to drink some water now," Lizzie said. She retreated to a table with glasses of water on it near the back of the stage. Good old Gordo! Maybe if she drank really slowly, a brilliant idea would come to her and she'd give the greatest speech in Hillridge Junior High history!

Nope. Instead of finding inspiration, Lizzie McGuire found humiliation. As she darted for the water, Kate put her foot down on the end of Lizzie's gown as she walked past. Her gown pulled away, Lizzie's completely naked bottom half was relieved to every one attending the graduation.

In desperation, Lizzie searched for something to cover herself with. And fortunately, she found something. But unfortunately, it was the stage curtain. In a horrifying reenactment of her disastrous bedroom gig that morning, Lizzie hit the floor like a bag of grain, pulling the entire stage curtain down with her, covering only part of herself, right in front of the faculty who were sitting on the stage, and the entire school band. But this time, everyone could see her bare shapely ass and…how closely Lizzie had shaved the fine blonde pubic hairs covering the little vertical smile between her legs!

While she thought that things couldn't have gone any worse, little did Lizzie, our heroine, know what was still in store for her!

To be continued in chapter 5

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