Build A Better Bitch | Fire With Fire

 

Fight Fire with fire!

 

 

 “There she is again,” Logan Forrester muttered, thinking he was being subtle. The school’s middle linebacker couldn’t take his eyes off me. “She’s an absolute smokeshow.”

“Does anybody even know her?” Craig Morris, the starting running back, chimed in. I heard the hunger in his voice and felt his eyes tracing my tanned curves. “Is she going to our school?”

I smiled, letting their thirsty whispers wash over me. I’d only started showing up at the country club this week, but it hadn’t taken long to make waves. Yesterday, I wore a powder-blue two-piece with ruffles; playful, sweet, almost innocent.

Today was my declaration of war and the knitted orange bikini clinging to my bronzed form was my battle flag.  The top was barely holding my breasts and the bottoms were merely a whisper of fabric riding low on my hips. It wasn’t made for swimming. It was for viewing pleasure only.

I stretched out on my lounge chair, back arched, chest forward, giving the boys exactly what they were too polite to ask for. I knew they were staring. I wanted them to. I had built this body piece by piece, stitched together with discipline, desire, and a little silicone. I wasn’t wasting a second of it.

Across the pool, Amber and her trio of discount Bratz dolls were glaring with pure malice. I didn’t return the look. Instead, my full lips curved into a knowing smile as I turned my gaze to the far corner, where a group of shy girls clung to their oversized T-shirts and self-doubt. Their eyes flicked between Amber and me; full of envy, full of longing.

Don’t worry, girls. Terri’s here now. And I’m about to build you into something they can’t ignore.


I had always hated bullies.

For two years, I did my best just to survive high school with my sanity intact. Same with my friends. We were nerdy, happy with our anime marathons, video games, and late-night D&D sessions.

Amber and her girls didn’t see it that way.

They tormented the nerdy girls, ruling over anyone who didn’t meet their standards. Rich, blonde, and born with beauty, Amber sat atop the school’s social food chain, and her brat pack fed on us without mercy. Lockers slammed shut on girls. Bookbags were slashed. Outfits ruined. Their real specialty, though, was digital cruelty; humiliations posted and shared for likes.

The boys didn’t escape either. The football team turned them into living tackling dummies, all with the girls’ encouragement.

I wanted to fight back. I urged the girls to stand up, but they didn’t have the focus, the confidence. I wasn’t the type to hit a girl, and I wasn’t built for battle.  But I was clever, petty, and motivated. And revenge gave me clarity.

I told my parents I wanted to live as my true self. They believed me. They pulled me out midway through junior year, and I started hormones. I grew my hair until it cascaded down my back in glossy waves. I sold off my gaming gear to buy lipstick and mascara. Before I even went under the knife, protein shakes, squats, and obsession gave me the beginning of curves. 

I changed everything. Martin disappeared. Terri was born.

And Terri wasn’t going to play nice.

I hadn’t returned just to live my truth. I was here to destroy Amber. I’d become the better bitch, and the nerdy girls? They would be mine. I’d teach them how to dress, how to smirk, how to own every hallway. I’d mold them into baddies… just like me.

And once I had them? We’d strike. Take Amber’s throne, her friends, her boyfriends… hell, even her clique’s spots on the cheer squad. We’d end her reign, and start ours.

But sometimes… I worry I’m losing myself.

Because it feels good to be a baddie. Addictive, even. The stares, the sway of my hips, the hush when I enter a room.  I love it. I’ve only been whole for a few months, but I already know this is who I am.

I picture prom night, me in a pink gown, a crown in my curls, my girls flawless at my side. Amber nowhere in sight. The whole room watching, worshipping. That power? It’s intoxicating. And the worst part is… I don’t just want it.  I think I was made for it.

If I get what I want, I’ll be on top.

I just hope I don’t turn into Amber.

But to beat the bitch… I have to become one.

All hair Queen Terri.  Long may she reign.