A Change Of Face - The Prequel - Sex Stories

A Change Of Face - The Prequel

... couple of kids and live happily ever after, but that was never going to happen. First of all, with my grades I'd be lucky to get into community college. Second, as hard as I tried, I couldn't picture the type of guy they were thinking about being interested in a girl like me. I was damaged goods and I knew it. Besides, after everything I'd been through could I really relate to a guy like that? Get serious. Still, I wouldn't mind graduating college and being able to go off on my own and get a good job afterward. It was very tempting, but six years seemed way too long of a wait to break free of the life I was leading. That was until I realized that if I went away to college somewhere where no one knew me, I wouldn't have to wait until graduation to change. I could remake myself into the person I thought I wanted to be my freshman year and try it out before entering the real world. That thought stuck with me so strongly that the day before I returned to high school I decided to go for it. I knew it wasn't going to be easy, but with a plan for my life once more I was able to focus on what needed to be done. I initially thought the hard part would be getting my grades up. It wasn't. I'm not saying it was easy, but it was easier than some of the other things I had to face. I did my best to stay away from the bad influences at school, but that meant dumping most of my so called friends. I ...

... mean, I stayed in contact with a few people, but even they didn't understand the changes in me. Mom saw how difficult it was for me and asked if I wanted to go back to live with my grandfather. I could finish school at there. I told her no because in some ways that would have been even harder. I was working toward the new me, but that didn't mean I could go back to the way I used to be. I'd never be that naïve again. Two years later I'd succeeded. I picked my college carefully. I made sure that no one I knew from either my old hometown or my high school was going to the same place. It was a lot harder than you might expect. In the end, I picked a school way up north far from everything I knew. I spend the summer before leaving making myself ready. I spent more time choosing the type of clothes I'd bring with me than I did in actually picking the clothes themselves. Where I grew up, girls mostly wore dresses. In high school I dressed dark and usually in pants. I didn't want to be either of those people anymore. I decided that for college I'd be the girl next door. You know, friendly without being slutty, smart without being a snob. I changed the makeup I was wearing. I practiced how to act for weeks before my parents dropped me off. My fear grew as the day neared, but so did my excitement. I wanted real friends again. Frankly, I needed them...which brings us to the beginning of my story.