Piggy Tales - Chapter 3

By Orestes

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" Admirable."

False flattery? No. Something else. Manipulation.

Shannon knew she was being played with, but it was still her choice to play. Elizabeth Fisher's games made her feel not simply naked, but exposed. 

" Admirable? All I did was attend a barbeque."

" How did you enjoy it?" 

With all that she had done recently, Shannon hesitated to use the word. But it was the closest to explaining her feeling.

" It was obscene. Frat boys from Columbus. Sorority girls from Exeter. A bunch of freshman gawkers, all buying into the mythology of the Greek system hierarchy. And everywhere you looked was consumption. They were all showing off their most expensive new footwear, unnecessarily caressing their cells, drinking too much beer... and the food. I don't know how many whole pigs I saw roasting. The smell was nauseating."

" This is pig country, Shannon. You know that. This whole region is built on pork subsidies. Your friend Bethany's father is prominent in the industry."

" She's not my friend."

" She's the only friend you have," Elizabeth stated patiently. It was as if she were instructing a very small child. " If you want to make it into Alpha Nu Omega, you'll have to remember that."

" Knowing Bethany might be an advantage to me, but she's made it clear than I'm not a friend. I still don't see how you could say buying into this sorority bullshit is admirable."

" It's a choice against your nature," Elizabeth Fisher explained, never straying from her calm, superior tone of voice. " Everything in your profile predicted an effortless and irreversible surrender to girls like Patty and Ruth. It looked very much like you had found your place, as a pet for them to toy with, as a work animal for their amusement, as a sacrificial offering for their appetites. Your choice to leave them is confounding. Now you're seeking the status and success of the elite sororities. It belies what you are."

" And what am I?"

" Let's just leave it at that."

" Let's not," Shannon pushed back, uncharacteristically.

She was pushing back a lot more these days. Her self-discipline restored, she would give herself no room to waffle. It meant being brutally introspective, and it meant forcing herself to be much more assertive than she was comfortable with.

It was this or it was surrender. And she knew how close she was to that edge too. So she challenged Elizabeth to explain her meaning.

" You keep dropping these hooks," she continued, "about my test results. You take meticulous notes every time we talk. What's it all for? It doesn't make any sense. If I'm as weak and pathetic as you claim, then why would someone like you..."

Someone commanding. Insightful. Bright. Too bright to simply be a college guidance counselor, Shannon had to conclude.

" ...why would you bother with me? You push me to follow Bethany into her world, the world of the privileged. Why? You seem sure that I'll fail, and I'm taking the bait. I'm just foolish enough to try to prove you wrong. What are you hoping to see? Are you watching to see how fast and hard I can run before I crash to the ground?"

Shannon's temper was flaring now, and for just a shadow of a moment, she felt she'd seen a reaction from Elizabeth. Was she close to the truth? Shannon had exposed everything about herself to this woman. She had recounted every sinful detail of her surrender to Ruth, and had admitted her every shameful reaction to those humiliations.

But Elizabeth Fisher always held back, carefully calculating her words to achieve her goals. Shannon was trying to push her now to reveal what those goals were.

" You know, you're much more interesting than Julia ever was."

With that statement, the session was over, and Shannon was left to wonder the meaning of this most recent clue.




The Political Science professor was, once again, carefully managing his exasperation. He had tried repeatedly this semester to seed independent thought in the girls. Shannon wondered how much he ever succeeded these days. Critical thinking was a dying art form.

" Have any of you ever heard of climate science?" he started this time, to no response. "Okay, how many of you ladies are enrolled in physical anthropology? Evolutionary biology? Just over a hundred years ago, these were legitimate avenues of academic study. Now, they're gone. Discontinued."

He was looking for a more engaged reaction. As it was, Shannon could see most of the girls were studiously avoiding his glance, hoping not to be called on to guess what any of this meant.

" Let me try this another way. Biology and genetics are still approved, in a limited way, so long as we don't try to apply it directly to humans. Before the courts stepped in, however, human genome work was advanced. Gene therapy was already in medical use. Human genetic engineering was absolutely a possibility - then, overnight, the work became illegal. Everywhere. The EU had, for different reasons, banned human genomics years earlier, leading to an exodus of their best scientist to America. And China... where was China in this?"

He put the question out to the class, but was met with silence.

" The communist government negotiated for what was important to its own survival. Criticism over human rights issues evaporated. American companies were suddenly very cooperative with Chinese censorship policies. The annexation of Taiwan was met with little foreign comment. In return, China killed its own efforts in human genetic engineering."

" So where did all of these scientists go?" asked the professor, his tone of voice suggesting that the answer was amusing enough to make the whole lecture worth the punch line.

" Right here," answered Bethany, matter-of-factly.

She'd stolen his punch line, but the professor didn't seem to mind. " Care to be more specific?"

" Here. Iowa."

" Iowa? Now that's very interesting. Up to that point, I'm not sure Iowa would have been taken seriously as a destination for world-class research scientists to make a career. And suddenly, a good majority of the genetic researchers from America and Europe were flocking here. Why?"

" They needed work," answered Bethany. " Maybe it wasn't what they thought they'd be doing, but the pork industry was willing to pay them good money."

Shannon saw her opportunity. She didn't raise her hand. She pressed herself in, trying to emulate Bethany's air of confidence.

" I wouldn't say it was the pork industry paying the bills."

All eyes turned to Shannon, and despite her resolve to fight past these insecurities, she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks.

" I mean, it's well known that the pork industry was highly government subsidized at the time, and still is. These weren't legitimate hog producers who just happened to have millions of dollars lying around to hire geneticists. The pork business was consolidating down to a handful of companies, each well connected to back-room Washington politics. They scored some massive research grants to hire all those unemployed geneticist. I'm not sure the American public got back so much as a better tasting pork chop for their tax dollars. It was corruption, plain and simple."

It was an assault aimed at Bethany and her family, but in this crowd, there would definitely be collateral damage. Many of the girls here were connected through family ties to the pork industry. In fact, the one student who didn't join ensuing debate was Bethany.

Her words came a few minutes later, as Shannon was working her way towards the library.

Bethany pulled Shannon by the arm and led her around the corner of the building.

" You need to stop."

Shannon was actually a little proud of the commotion she had caused, and pleased to see that it had the intended effect on her rival.

" What? Can't take a little criticism of daddy?"

" Not that, you dope!"

Shannon cocked her head.

" The sorority. You need to withdraw your pledge."

" Why?"

" You don't belong. There are lots of reasons why, but you just proved one of them in that classroom. These girls will eat you alive. Honest."

Bethany was terse, much as she had been all semester to Shannon. She said only that, and then walked away.

Shannon was confused. More confused than she had been for a while. The clearest interpretation she could make of Bethany's manner was something...

...something like concern. And at the moment, it seemed genuine. It was like nothing she had seen previously in her friend, and it threw her off.

Both of the people who seemed to see past Shannon's defenses had now weighed in on her decision. Bethany was pushing her away from pledging, and Elizabeth Fisher was pushing her towards it.

The puzzle was not yet complete, and Shannon had very little time to work at it. The initiation ritual would commence this evening. There was just too much to process.

Julia. That was another one she was picking away at. Elizabeth wouldn't have dropped the name without some purpose. The only Julia that Shannon had ever known was a girl she'd lived with briefly at a foster home. They weren't close. Julia was several years older, and was into her own life - enrolling in Exeter College herself at the time.

It seemed so random. It would have to remain a loose thread, until Shannon had time to pursue it further.




The sun had fallen back behind the tops of the mixed canopy of trees, and shadows were lengthening across the arboretum grounds. Shannon wondered idly how the Greek societies had managed to arrange the arboretum gates be locked early, but with the kind of money available to these groups, it was a short contemplation.

A London plane tree, its thick trunk seemingly clad in military camouflage, was the starting line for the Pig Run. Shannon was nervous. Hazing like this was forbidden by the colleges, of course, but that was part of the hypocrisy. Everyone knew it was happening. School administrators even had some idea of how extreme it had become. They just didn't acknowledge it unless some tragedy caught media attention, and then they adopted their outrage.

As the patches of sky above took a deeper shade of violet, the start of the race was imminent. Shannon could feel it in the nervous tension of the other girls who were running tonight. The boys who were pledging to the affiliated fraternity, Beta Sigma, were milling about at the edges of the scene. There were something close to fourty of them, drinking beer and joking amongst themselves. They jostled each other excitedly, apparently having heard stories about what they were in for tonight.

Kit and Kat were in charge. The duo clearly relished their power over the pledges, both of the sorority and fraternity. 

Kit was a blonde woman, older than college age. Like much of the sorority leadership, she was an alumnus. A pledge to Alpha Nu was a pledge for life. In her other life, the woman was probably a professional... a doctor, or something similar. Here, she stepped effortlessly back into a youthful demeanor.

Kat was an Asian woman, also somewhere past thirty years old. Other than the difference in racial heritage, Kit and Kat carried themselves identically. They wore cute casual sportswear, expensive enough to demonstrate their status. The duo were energetic and in control.

" Welcome girls. Welcome boys. It's time to get warmed up for the Pig Run!"

Kit punctuated her sentence with the short burst of an air horn.

Kat explained the rules. " Now, boys, you've been released to Alpha Nu to complete your initiation. We expect you to treat our sisters with courtesy. We are ladies, after all."

" Our pledges, on the other hand... well, they're not sisters yet," added Kit. " You don't need to treat them like ladies. In fact, for the night, you'll be treating them very much like pigs!"

"Alright boys... remember the rules!" Kit continued. " You can take trophies from the runners, but you can't hold them down or block them from running. The real fun begins when we reach the finish line!"

Trophies? Shannon didn't like the sound of that. She was seriously beginning to think she should back out.

She fought back against this anxiety. These were just silly rituals, she told herself. They were designed to intimidate. The sorority leadership was testing the girls, and Shannon desperately wanted to pass. She needed a way forward. The only way she could every equal Bethany or her crowd was to become one of them, she reasoned.

The air-horn sounded abruptly, in two long determined blasts.

" Run, piggies, run!!" shouted Kat excitedly.

Adrenaline kicked in, and Shannon began to run.

I'm fine, she tried to convince herself. I'm a good runner. I can beat these girls.

And at first, it looked like she was right. She had a decent idea of where the path was leading - to the back buildings of the sorority complex at Alpha Nu. Even though the trees were casting an increasingly deep shade over the path, it would be a few minutes yet before the girls had any trouble seeing. And so far, the boys were hanging back from the group.

Shannon was keeping up with the front of the pack.

As the she could hear the boys closing in from behind, at full pace now, an unreasonable panic began to set in.

I'm fine, she tried to convince herself again.

But I'm being hunted, for fuck's sake. Chased down by a pack of drunken frat boys.

Her leg muscles were beginning their familiar burn, and her breathing was irregular now.

" Uhnf," a cry from behind, as one of the stragglers was knocked down by the hunting party.

" Take her blouse," the boys decided, before letting the girl go again.

It's getting too dark, Shannon began to worry. The boys had flashlights, and would be able to follow easily now. As the girls ran deeper into the shade of the arboretum, the sorority pledges were beginning to trip and stumble their way through the underbrush - missing the path completely.

Another girl was tripped up by the boys, and had her shorts taken as a prize.

Jesus, don't let them get me, Shannon begged, and then ran headlong into the trunk of a tree.

They were upon her before she could recover.

The light of a flashlight caught Shannon in the face as she tried to right herself. One of the boys shoved her back down, knocking the breath from her again. They were laughing, enjoying this part of the sport.

One of the boys pried off her right shoe, while another pair of hands pulled at her blouse. Shannon tried to cross her arm, but another boy caught up, and wrestled her hands away. It was long enough to help have her blouse torn away.

Shannon cried out in fear, convinced for a moment that it would all end here, with the boys assaulting her so that she couldn't finish. But then, as suddenly as they were upon her, the boys pushed her to her feet.

" Go on, piggy! Run," teased the largest of the boys, as he slapped her on the ass. Hard.

And she did. Shannon was breathless and scared, but she pushed forward, following the voices and lights around her in the woods. She could feel her lower lip swelling from where she had run into the tree, and she could taste a bit of blood on her tongue too.

Shannon paused for a moment to kick off her other shoe. The uneven ground and the darkness were enough of a challenge without having to deal with that.

" Half way there!" shouted Kit or Kat. Shannon couldn't tell the difference. " Come on boys! Are you going to let these pigs outrun you?"

Shannon tried to think of where she was in the pack. She wanted this over, but there was another worry now. She remembered the rumors that more severe hazing awaited the slowest runners. She was no longer near the front, but there were definitely girls behind. She could hear their cries as the boys took their trophies.

I can do this, she assured herself.

Then, another flash of light in her face disoriented her. She tried to recover, but the boys had seen her again, and now they were closing in. 

Someone kicked out her legs, and Shannon barely got her hands out in time to catch the muddy ground as it slammed into her. Hands were all over her body now. It took a lot of force to wrestle off her shorts. Another pair of hands was on her breasts. Shannon cried out, but the boys had no mercy. They mauled her tits with their hands as they removed her bra.

Then, quickly again, she was pushed to her feet.

Everything tingled as Shannon began to run again. The swelling in her face. The cool air on her bare skin. The embarrassment of now running naked, save for a pair of panties, through the woods, with howling frat boys not far behind.

" Move, pig!" one of them yelled, as he shoved her from behind. She stumbled through some underbrush, scraping her legs.

It can't be far now, she tried to tell herself. But now, along with the fear, she was beginning to feel the *other* thing. Not now, she begged. Not in front of everyone. But these were here triggers. Being treated as an object - without dignity. Naked and shamefully aroused.

Shannon was pushed again, but this time it wasn't one of the boys. Ahead, she could see the lights of the sorority buildings, and the girls were jostling for position as they approached.

This is it, Shannon told herself. Just don't be last. Don't let these girls beat you.

Her determinate focus was emptied from her by what she saw next. They were approaching what looked like a barn. One either side of the barn door were lined the members of Alpha Nu Omega, and the boys fraternity, Beta Sigma. They were cheering as the pig runners came into view.

Anxiety gripped Shannon. She was nearly naked and covered in mud, quite close to the back of the pack now. There were scores of students and alumni there, ready to enjoy her humiliation. Bethany would be amongst them.

She remembered the off-campus party, and how the public display there had aroused her to lose control.

This was too similar. Her mind raced, but she kept on running.

Stop, she told herself. Stop racing. Don't finish. 

Or push your way to the front. 

Just don't let the prospect of public humiliation distract you into being...

" Last place piggy!" the crowd chanted, as Shannon was taken by either arm, and pulled into the piggery.

The sensations piled on quickly. The room was warm, and filled with animals. The smell of the straw floor competed with the unmistakably raunchy smell of pig. They squealed in fright as the students pushed their way inside.

Hands were all over Shannon. She was pushed down in an aisle between the metal pens, and moments later, she was hit from all directions with buckets of warm soapy water.

" I don't want to do this," Shannon said, but wasn't sure the words actually made it to her lips, much less through the hooting and chanting of the crowd.

" Shave the pig! Shave the pig!" they anticipated the next step of the ritual.

Shannon struggled up onto her hands and knees by the time the students began to slap her with handfuls of shaving foam. Not far away, Shannon could see the other "pigs" - the girls who had run with her - being led into a pig pen. Many had suffered nearly as much as Shannon, with missing clothes and minor injuries to show for it.

Kit was managing them. " When this piggy gives up," she terrorized them, "we'll replace her with one of you."

It was impossible to fight back. Her naked body may have been slick now, with the white cream slopped all over her, but several senior Beta Sigma guys had stepped in to hold her firmly while the girls brought out the straight blades for shaving.

Kit's words burned in her ears. The woman expected her to give up. They were all waiting for her to fail, and then all of this humiliation would have been for nothing.

And the humiliation was intense. She tried not to react to the blades as the girls meticulously scrapped away the foam from every surface on her body. The boys flipped her onto her back, and held her legs apart in a most undignified pose. The crowd cheered, egging on the senior sorority girls who finally cut away Shannon's panties and began to shave her most private area.

Shannon wondered if anyone could see how their rough handling and shameful violation of her body was arousing her sexually. If Bethany was somewhere in the crowd - the thought gave her a shiver - she would know. Shannon was sure of it.

The fraternity pledges were also segregated, Shannon noticed as the older students pulled her to her feet. The boys who had chased the piggies on the run were in another pen nearby. They were in for their own continued hazing, which Shannon could see involved blindfolds and a fair amount of beer.

Kat appeared now, taking Shannon by her hair, and leading her to a small steel lined pen quite near the main row. Freshly shaved, Shannon's flesh was incredibly sensitive. Even the coolness of air moving along her skin from walking sent shivers through her. She felt she could even feel the eyes of all the older students and alumni touching her.

The Asian woman pulled Shannon down to the floor, onto her hands and knees again. She walked her forward, and knelt down to Shannon's face.

" It's time for the main event, Piggy. The pen you're in now is a breeding pen," she paused on that, knowing that as the words sunk it, she would get a reaction. "That's right, pig. You're going to get fucked tonight, as many times as it takes to make you give up."

Shannon looked to her left. There was a second breeding pen, this one with a real pig in it. There was another one just to her right.

The crowd surrounded these breeding pens, and they were now cheering for the initiates of Beta Sigma. Alcohol had apparently spurred the boys on to bravery, and the first volunteer was being led down the aisle. He took high fives blindly, unable to see anything through the thick cloth wrapped around his head.

Shannon heard a pen door swing open, and tensed as she faced the moment. She still wasn't sure she could go through with it, as much as her body was trying to convince her.

But she wasn't first. The fraternity boy was being encouraged from all sides, clueless to the fact that he was being positioned behind the sow to Shannon's right.

" Come on, Brian... she's hot for you. And she's a looker too," an older student egged him on. The boys held his arms behind his back, and helped to pull down his shorts.

It wasn't clear if the boy knew what his odds were - that he had better than a fifty-fifty chance of fucking a pig - nor was it clear whether he cared at this point.

Another cage door creaked open, and this time it was Shannon's. It was a snap choice to be made. Back out now, before she was publicly gangbanged, or stick it out, pretending her reason was an eagerness to become a member of Alpha Nu.

Shannon bit her split lower lip as he stabbed his cock at her blindly. She hadn't been fucked by a boy since she broke it off with Kevin in high school, but when he found her opening, the familiarity of it made her groan. Kevin had loved it rough, and he'd always taken her doggy style.

This frat boy's hands must have been held behind his back too. His rhythm was unsteady, like he was finding it hard to balance, but he seemed eager to finish. He pushed as deep as he could, obviously enjoying how wet she had become. 

To add to the degradation, Shannon knew that the boy was unsure if he was fucking a girl or a pig. She was equivalent; interchangeable with the pig to her left, and the pig to her right, both of whom were being fucked with equal enthusiasm. The pigs were noisy, but so was the crowd. Shannon knew it would be impossible for these boys to know much except that they had their cocks in a female of one species or another, and to finish their initiation, they had to cum in her.

The boy fucking Shannon was getting close. Someone held a beer to his lips, and he gulped what he could. The remainder spilled downward onto Shannon's rear. The cold drink on her skin was a surprise, and Shannon bucked a little when it hit her. That movement was enough. The frat boy pushed into her hard, and began to pump out the contents of his balls.

When he was finished, and Shannon was pulled forward off of his cock by Kat, Shannon could feel a rush of his semen slide out of her. Another fraternity pledge was being led in her direction. She was sloppy now for him. Sloppy seconds, as she'd heard was the expression. And more to come, she knew.

No one could have known how this kind of public shaming turned Shannon on. As the next boy pushed into her, Kat was trying to convince her to give up.

" C'mon piggy," the older girl's lips were right at Shannon's ear. She wanted to be heard over the raucous scene. " You've had enough now. You know you have. Just give up. Another one of the girls will take your place down here in the mud. Just say you've had enough. Say it!"

But Shannon couldn't say anything at that moment. An orgasm rippled through her. She flinched, and bit her lower lip again, hoping the spectators would mistake it for a reaction to being painfully entered. The shudder lasted too long.

The second boy was larger, she thought, but it didn't matter. It didn't matter what she thought at all. All of these thoughts were out of place, and they were draining from her now.

She was aware of Kat, whose job it was to shame her into giving up, but who didn't yet know that her words were having the opposite effect.

" Come on, Pig. Is this where you belong, down in the shit and straw, getting filled with jizz? Give it up... you can't handle all these boys. I've got a whole pen full of other piggies like you, and I'm eager to see some of them get a turn. I wonder how many I can break tonight. Huh? And you're my first, pig. I'll break you, you can be sure of it."

The crowd was the source of her public shame, but Kat was its voice. The second boy filled her with his load, and Kat pulled Shannon forward again to free his cock.

" I can see your dripping from where I am, pig. Are you usually this much of a whore? Or do you just like being treated like a barnyard animal? Are you under the impression that you can still make it? Even if you do, do you think anyone will ever take you seriously again, after seeing you do this? Walk away, do you hear me? Give up."

Shannon was holding her eyes closed now, close to another orgasm, and just waiting for the next cock to find her dripping entrance. Kat grabbed Shannon's swollen lower lip, and twisted it, to make sure she was being heard. It wouldn't do for the pig to begin ignoring her words.

Another hard cock began stabbing at her backside. Shannon betrayed her arousal by instinctively parting her abused lower lip, and sucking at Kat's thumb. The woman pulled back, and slapped Shannon's face.

" Come on, now piggy. Stay with me. I'm going to make sure you don't zone out. You're going to feel every one of these boys. There's no `happy place' you can go to and wait this out. I'll stay with you until I've broken you down."

A misinterpretation, but it didn't matter. Nothing did. Shannon could think nothing, as each thrust of a cock reduced her to a whimper. She was nothing. A pig. To be used. Kat's voice simply reinforced what Shannon was already feeling.

There was no counting after the first few. There was just the odd interruption as Kat pulled her off of a spent cock, and a stream of warm semen running down her thighs to remind her how many she had done.

Another slap took Shannon by surprise.

" You're making this hard on me, piggy. I've usually broken a couple of girls by this point. Trust me... if you make it hard on me, I'll make it hard on you. Give it up now, pig, or you'll regret it."

Shannon moaned in response. It was all she had in her. Kat stood. There were more cheers from the crowd as she stepped back around her pig. A moment later, there was a new sensation for Shannon. There was something cool and slippery dripping from above, right down the crack of her ass. She flinched as she felt Kat's hand working the lubricant roughly into her rear hole.

" No, no, no..." Shannon tried to protest, but no one could possibly hear her over the excitement of the crowd. Someone was holding her down again. Kat had enlisted some help to impose this new degradation.

The Asian woman pushed a couple of fingers in roughly, working the lube in as deep as she could. Then there was another boy there. He too stabbed blindly for his turn. After a moment, Shannon could feel Kat taking hold of him, and guiding him to the new target.

" Push hard," encouraged Kat. 

At the same time, Shannon could feel her hips being forced back by Kat's helper. The result was a quick, forceful entry that left Shannon sobbing.

Within moments, Kat was back at Shannon's face. The frat boy was fucking the tight entrance slowly, but it was still almost more than Shannon could take.

" Don't worry, pig. The next one will fuck you harder. Unless you give up now, I'll make sure every other boy takes a turn at your asshole. Or do you enjoy being buttfucked by a crowd of guys you don't know?"

It was almost more than Shannon could bear, but not perhaps in the way Kat had intended. Another orgasm came and went, and then another was near. Now it was all about the being a pig.

" Come on, pig. I want your decision. What do you have to say for yourself?"

What else could she say?

Shannon felt another big cock push hard into her behind, and she came with equal violence.

There was no use in pretending. Her answer to Kat sounded very much like the squeal of a pig.



Shannon wasn't sure when the crowd started to leave. By the time Shannon was aware of it, most were already gone. The fraternity boys had finished up a few minutes before, and now the sorority initiates were being led away. They walked past Shannon, their faces betraying relief at their own easy initiation, but also devulsion.

But why weren't they taking her with the others? She had earned her place.

As the room emptied, and even the pigs calmed down to near silence, Kit and Kat stood over Shannon. She was still quivering with a weird sort of satisfaction. She was wallowing in the muck and cum, and her own degradation.

" Why...?" Shannon tried to ask.

" Don't worry, pledge... you made it. You're Alpha Nu tonight. But after your performance, we have some very special plans for you."

Shannon began to sob.

" Come on piggy. It's not so bad. Here... I'll tell you what... we can't let you go right now, but before we go ahead with our plans, I promise that you'll be given a choice. You can tell us yes or no. It'll always be your choice."

They were playing with her, and she didn't understand why. Add it to the list of things she couldn't quite puzzle her way through.

Her body shuddered again. Kit and Kat giggled. They understood now what they could do to her. Kat had been doing it for most of the night.

Just words, and they had her writhing. Shannon knew all too well how easily she could fall into the role of complete submission. She had tried it on before, and it fit extremely well.

And now they told her that she'd have a choice.

That choice, in truth, worried her more than anything.
