Vanessa

"Excuse me? Do you have a second?" Calls a timid voice from behind your locker door. Shutting the metal locker you look down to see some nerd, nervously fidgeting with her skirt before you. She was younger than you but, judging by the uniform, clearly attended the same highschool. Her chubby body was decorated with dark freckles and her black hair sat messily about her round glasses. "Hey, You? I - I'm Vanessa. You probably don't know me, but I wanted to ask you...something. I think your really hot...and...and I know I'm not, but, I wondered if... maybe I could be your 'push pig'?" Vanessa said timidly, looking like she might just collapse in the hallway from nervous embarrassment. She saw your confused look, and stammered an explanation. "You know, a push pig? Someone you don't feel attracted to or care for, but you... uh... use them anyway? I read about it online, everybody's doing it. I'll wear whatever you want me to... even if it's a bag on my head or something... and I won't talk or make any noise, if you don't want me to. I promise. You can do whatever you want to me..." You've certainly never heard of a push pig before, and your also certain that no one else in this school has either. Vanessa may have gotten some bad information online, but she looks up at you, waiting nervously for a response.