"So here's the deal," Lani began, glancing over at Emma in the passenger seat with a smirk, then turning toward the back. "You need to go in and buy the biggest box of 'Ultra'-sized tampons they have."
"Ugh, c'mon..." Rachel, formerly Ray, groaned from the back seat, hand on her lower stomach.
"And no trying to hide them, no trying to be sneaky. You have to grab the box and carry it through the main aisle of the store," Emma continued.
"And you have to use a person at check-out!" Lani quickly added. "No self-checkout. And if there's a guy, you have to use the guy."
"C'mon... I don't even think I can walk that far right now with...how...things are...down there..." Rachel awkwardly stammered, rubbing her lower stomach.
"Aww, did someone forget to restock on tampons after her last mensies? Tee hee..." Emma mocked.
"And you have to use the 'light flow' tampon you have on your heaviest day while you go buy more?" Lani added, smiling devilishly.
"No! My sister and her best friend threw them all away and won't let me use theirs because they're trying to teach me a dumb lesson..." Rachel countered.
"Is that backtalk I hear?" Lani asked sarcastically but aggressively. "Remember, mom told me you 'need to learn your lesson' from this, and I'm just putting you through some of the basic female experiences. Backtalk me again and I'll tell her, and you know she'll tell your GGR officer, and you'll end up having these 'experiences' even longer! Is that what you want?"
Ray and Lani were twins in their senior year of high school. Ray was a classic jock who didn't apply himself in the classroom, while Lani was a bookish overachiever. They were so different that to an unaware outsider, they wouldn't even seem related.
Naturally, Ray was invited to lots of parties among the 'popular' kids. Naturally, his good looks and fit body made him popular among female classmates. Naturally, after some drinks, it was easier to get those female classmates into bed... While he never outright forced or coerced them, some of those girls weren't thrilled about how things played out. They were even more upset when they learned that some of his jock friends had set up a hidden camera a few times and captured them 'in the act'. But without evidence, there was little they could do.
Seeking to teach her brother a lesson, Lani snuck into his room one day and found a flash drive with the videos. She slipped it to one of the girls he victimized whose mother was a lawyer along with an anonymous note. Between that mother's rage and the school's agreement with Good Gurls Rehab, every single one of the boys on the team would be spending their senior year (and some of college) as girls in the program. None were as pissed off about as it as the new Rachel...and Lani intended to make it as challenging for her as she could...
Rachel climbed out of the car and walked quickly to the store with her legs as close together as she could, hoping to reduce he chance of leaks.
"You can go into he bathroom and wad some toilet paper into your panties to get you through if you need to!" Emma shouted, leaning out the car window, making sure to be as loud as she could. Several other customers entering and exiting the store glanced over at Rachel with raised eyebrows and a few snickers.
Rachel moved quickly to find what she was looking for, grabbed the largest box as instructed, and headed down the main aisle where Lani and Emma could see her from the car. Feeling like she had knives in her lower stomach area, she walked quickly...but a certain sensation made it clear that she was leaking. She rushed up to the register where the old man working made things just as awkward as Lani/Emma had hoped. After paying (an outrageous price for something she had to have), she rushed out to the car.
"Oh, I know that 'waddle run'..." Emma teased.
"Oh yeah, for sure," Lani added. "Sit on the sweatshirt that's back there! We don't want to stain the seat..."
"Oh, new rule! No more black pants on her period!" Emma exclaimed.
"Yesss! Make it super obvious!" Lani agreed.
Rachel could only hang her had in shame... She'd have two more years of this ahead...
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