Renee certainly was a looker. 18 years old, 5'7" tall, 135 pounds in weight, gorgeous long red hair, lillypad green eyes, both curvy waist and hips, a full peachy booty and, honestly, one of the best chests in school. But no one ever knew about her lovely assets, as she had a big fear of being seen in anything other than her modestly dressed ways. Only her parents, and younger brother ever got to see her naked at home, and that's only if they were out of towels.

Many people had speculated about what her naked body looked like, but no one knew for sure. None of the boys, at any rate. It was hard to even get a peek at her skin. When she wasn't wearing the school uniform of white blouse, plaid skirt, dark tights, and black shoes, she was always fairly conservatively dressed leaving everything under her fabrics to the imagination.

Every one of the boys in school wanted her, and so did some of the girls. But she didn't seem to be interested in dating anyone. She had quite the busy life after all spending her time getting mentally and physically fit playing softball, hockey, Student Council and yearbook committee.

Now, she was standing in line in the school cafeteria, first day of her final year, waiting to fill her tray with whatever garbage the school cooks had come up with today. “What will it be?” she wondered. “The disgusting pork or the disgusting chicken?”

If she had known what was about to come, she might have worried about other things.