District 13 Female
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You look at your breasts. You realize that in your haste you didn't put on a bra and the air had a chill, making your fairly large nipples poke out rather obviously. While Clara giggles you cross your arms over your breasts, shielding them from hungry eyes. About this time a Capital spokeswoman walks on stage. Veronica, the woman, is the Districts own Capital spokesperson. She was rather plain looking, like all Capital spokespeople to protect them from...well, unwanted sex. Her face was pleasant, but her body was generally flat. The town is all here now as Veronica reads the usual Capital crap about this being necessary, a time of remembrance. Crap. Veronica gets done and is about to pull a name out of the boy's jar. | You look at your breasts. You realize that in your haste you didn't put on a bra and the air had a chill, making your fairly large nipples poke out rather obviously. While Clara giggles you cross your arms over your breasts, shielding them from hungry eyes. About this time a Capital spokeswoman walks on stage. Veronica, the woman, is the Districts own Capital spokesperson. She was rather plain looking, like all Capital spokespeople to protect them from...well, unwanted sex. Her face was pleasant, but her body was generally flat. The town is all here now as Veronica reads the usual Capital crap about this being necessary, a time of remembrance. Crap. Veronica gets done and is about to pull a name out of the boy's jar. | ||
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Current revision as of 05:08, 30 August 2015
You wake up and look at the clock. You realize that it's Choosing Day, the day where the victors for the Games are chosen. You also see that the ceremony begins in ten minutes. You quickly throw on a pink top and pull on some jean and run to the town square. The crowd was already gathering. You find one of your friends, Clara, in the crowd.
"Hey Clara"
"Hey Jenny" (That's you) "You nervous?"
"Nah."
"Well, I would be if I were you. You are the popular choice."
Clara was right. While the Choosing was supposedly random, the victors always seemed to be one of the sexiest people in their District. You review the past few years. When you were 18, the first year eligible, the victor was also 18. She had a small body, but her youth made up for that. The next year the lady was a 35 year old, 7 month pregnant woman. Her breasts had been getting larger but to milk. That year there seemed to be a lot less milk rations used. Last year, when you were 20, the girl was 27. She had an average body and face, nothing special, she was just the best there was. However, over the past year you've changed. Your boobs somehow went from a measly B cup to a DD. Your ass has also filled out and was plump. Also, the last acne from your teens had finally disappeared. You had a pretty face and hourglass figure. Almost every guy in town wanted your name to be drawn. If you were drawn, then yeah, you'd freak a little. But if you really thought about it, there's really no danger and most of the guys in the Games are pretty good looking.
"Well, no biggie, I'll survive"
"If I were you I'd be nervous about being on TV in front of all of Panem."
"Well, they can only show one thing at a time, and I don't plan on being that active."
"Yeah, but I meant today, look down."
You look at your breasts. You realize that in your haste you didn't put on a bra and the air had a chill, making your fairly large nipples poke out rather obviously. While Clara giggles you cross your arms over your breasts, shielding them from hungry eyes. About this time a Capital spokeswoman walks on stage. Veronica, the woman, is the Districts own Capital spokesperson. She was rather plain looking, like all Capital spokespeople to protect them from...well, unwanted sex. Her face was pleasant, but her body was generally flat. The town is all here now as Veronica reads the usual Capital crap about this being necessary, a time of remembrance. Crap. Veronica gets done and is about to pull a name out of the boy's jar. You:
