Mimi Nguyen was a good girl. She got good grades, was on the honor roll, was the track team's best pole vaulter, was on the yearbook committee, and she visited her grandfather every week. She was pretty and popular, but not stuck up. She was popular because everyone liked her, because she was nice, and didn't judge.
At the fresh age of 18, Mimi already understood something very important about people--that you can't judge books by their covers, that no one feels truly known, that everyone has secrets. Mimi didn't feel known, and she had secrets. Mainly, that she did not particularly want to be a good girl. She wanted to be very, very bad.
Mimi's "good girl" status was forced upon her by her father's constant vigilance and pressure. He sent her to a private high school, and pushed her hard, to make sure she would get a full scholarship to a good college. He wouldn't let her date until she was 18. She'd had a boyfriend for well over a year before she finally got to go on a date with him. Her father approved of Kyle. He was respectful and quiet, but most importantly he was "from a good family", meaning he was white and rich. Kyle didn't live in an apartment in the city like Mimi, he lived in a big house in the suburbs.
When their relationship was still a secret they would meet at the city library to "study", or Kyle would drive his father's car into the city and pick up Mimi at Breana's where they were "studying".
Mimi liked Kyle, but he was extremely timid. She was beginning to suspect that maybe he was gay. When they made out in a corner study nook in the library, or in Kyle's car, his dick wouldn't get hard very hard. She had to put his hand on her breasts, or under her skirt herself. They had had sex a few times, but each encounter was fumbling and awkward, and always Mimi had to be the aggressor. She didn't mind that so much. Being sexually aggressive and telling Kyle what to do, made her feel powerful and in control of herself four a change. Her mind was her father's, but her body was all hers.
What Mimi did mind was Kyle's total lack of response. When she touched his dick he became totally still. When she stroked it or put it in her mouth he didn't even moan. When she straddled him and put his cock into her pussy he didn't move. And he came quickly. She liked Kyle, he was a good friend. She didn't care if he was gay or timid, but sexually she was very unsatisfied with him. Kyle was simply too good to allow Mimi to be bad. She needed a bad boy. Better yet, a bad man. She needed Carlo.
Carlo lived in her grandfather's building. He was, like most of the neighborhood now, Puerto Rican. Mimi's family, and a lot of the other Vietnamese who had lived in this neighborhood had slowly moved out and up, to be replaced by another group climbing the ladder of the American dream. Her grandfather was a hold out, refusing to move, even when her father asked him to live with them.
Carlo was older, somewhere in his early 20s, Mimi guessed. He was handsome and muscular, and he made Mimi tingle when she saw him. He would always be sitting on the building's front stoop when she came to visit, sometimes alone, usually with friends. He was nice. When his friends would make catcalls at her, he would make them stop. When they blocked the steps, he made them move.
Mimi had been seeing Carlo on the stoop every week since she was 16, but they hardly ever spoke. She was shy, and afraid that her attraction to him would be totally obvious. Carlo thought Mimi was cute and sexy with her petite, tight body, but she was smart, ambitious, and innocent, which made her very different from the girls he normally dated. And besides, she was underage.
Carlo surprised Mimi one day when he got up to open the door for her and said "Happy birthday." She stopped short and stuttered a thank you. Her grandfather must have told him that it had been her 18th birthday that weekend. She didn't know that they knew each other, but it did made sense. As she climbed the first of the five flights of stairs she wondered whether her grandfather had been bragging about her, or Carlo had been asking. She turned to look back at the door and saw him still standing in the doorway watching her. She turned quickly back and ran the rest of the way up.
Mimi found herself thinking more and more about Carlo after that. She noticed that his friends were hardly ever there when she came by anymore, and when they were, they'd leave as soon as they saw her coming. Carlo began to stop her to talk to her, asking her about herself. He'd ask her about school and encourage her to keep doing well so she didn't end up tossing fish at the wharf at 4am like him. He asked about pole vaulting, and she told him how much she loved it--lifting her feet from the ground, pushing herself into the air off the pole, it was like flying. He asked her about her boyfriend, and smiled when she demurred about it. When Mimi talked to Carlo she was always quiet and made little eye contact. Looking at Carlo made the butterflies in her stomach flutter like crazy. She didn't dare look into his dark, smoldering eyes for fear that she wouldn't be able to look away again. She kept her legs tightly closed, nervous that he would somehow know how wet he made her.
Every Wednesday night after visiting her grandfather, Mimi began to take hot showers, masturbating furiously while thinking about Carlo. The bathroom was the only room in the family's cramped apartment with a lock on the door. She used some of her birthday money to buy herself a dildo, one with a suction cup that she could mount on the shower wall. She would suck and fuck it pretending it was Carlo's dick. She began having dreams about him--torrid, wild, intense dreams full of sucking and fucking that woke her up in the dark, panting, sweaty, and soaking wet.
Mimi became even more sexually aggressive with Kyle. But it only served to scare him and make him more timid, leaving her more frustrated than before. She resolved to signal her interest and desire to Carlo, and push him into action. She dyed her hair orange, like some of the Puerto Rican girls she'd seen Carlo and his friends whistle at. She wanted to make a statement--an external representation of the secret unquenchable fire she felt inside. Carlo started calling her 'Little Red' when he saw her new color. She liked it.
Mimi began using the bodega bathroom to "get herself ready" for Carlo. She thought of it as terraforming herself into Little Red. Mimi was a good girl, Little Red skinned to be Carlo's very bad girl. Mimi would wander into the bodega and head straight for the bathroom. Little Red would emerge and buy her grandfather's weekly groceries before heading to Carlo's with a purpose.
Little Red wore bright red lipstick and a little rouge to make her cheeks look flush. Little by little, she started to alter Mimi's school uniform to make it sexier. First, she started wearing a push-up bra and unbuttoning the top button of her white uniform shirt to let Carlo see the cleavage she made with her 34B breasts. Then she started to tying up the ends of her untucked, unbuttoned shirt to expose her flat midriff. Next, she started rolling up her gray plaid skirt at the waist to make it hang higher exposing more of her slender, shapely legs.
Little Red had a definite effect on Carlo. The way he looked at her changed. His eyes were hungry and he'd flash a wicked, gleaming smile full of teeth when he saw her sauntering up the street. He stood closer to her. His eyes roved all over her as they talked. She would always turn as she climbed the stairs to find him watching her, and she liked it, swaying her hips for him as she walked.
Little Red began to notice a growing bulge in Carlo's pants. The glimpse of it every Wednesday fueled her masturbatuon for a week. Even through his tight jeans she could tell his dick was bigger and harder than Kyle's had even been. Increasingly, Little Red's panties were soaking wet by the time she reached grandfather's apartment.
They both felt at those times that Carlo was like a wolf, hungrily eyeing a small bunny that it meant to devour. But while the wolf thought it was hunting, the bunny knew it was leading the wolf. To where, was still uncertain. But Little Red felt the inevitability of her victory.
Little Red's final piece in her transformation was her shoes and socks. In her backpack, Mimi brought to school some thigh-high socks and a pair of patent leather mary janes with a 2 inch heel. She thought the socks were sexy and the heels accentuated her legs and her high round ass. In the bodega bathroom she put them on in place of her white tennis shoes and ankle socks, and made the rest of her transformation. Underneath everything she was wearing a new pair of red lacy thong panties and wearing them at school all day had made her feel very sexy and horny. She had rolled her skirt up a little extra, hoping that Carlo might be able to catch a glimpse of them as she walked up the stairs.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she realized how much different she now looked than she did a month or two ago. The changes had all been small, and one at a time, but altogether the juxtaposition was striking. She realized that standing next to her old self she probably looked like a slut. She thought about changing, but didn't. Maybe she wanted to look like a slut. Maybe she wanted to be a slut, for Carlo at least.
As she finished her shopping it began to rain. It had been raining off and on all day, but she'd hoped it would stop by the time she went to her grandfathers so that Carlo could get the full effect of her outfit as she swayed up the street towards him. Disappointed, she put on her long red plastic raincoat with the hood. It had the advantage of matching her lipstick, but it went all the way down to her knees, so she was completely covered. He probably wouldn't even be on the stoop that day, not in this rain.
