Becky tied the laces on her black Vans and adjusted the pink jumpsuit in the mirror. With its ruffles across her chest, and tight fit, it showed off her curvy figure nicely. She noticed the lines from her white lacy shorts and bra underneath, but she was satisfied. It was only an impromptu garden party her friends had arranged, but she liked to look her best.

She touched up her makeup and brushed her long brown hair. As she looked in the mirror, she spoted a red clown nose from a previous fancy dress party. She popped it on and grinned at her reflection in the mirror.

Satisfied she went down stairs into the garden. She didn't know why the garden party had been arranged or why it had to be her garden, but she went along with it, happy to see some friends.

She was ready early, which was unusual for her. She felt the warmth of the sun on her and sat on a chair in the gazebo with a drink in her hand. She had prepared a fruit cocktail which was chilling in the fridge. She closed her eyes, popped in her headphones and listened to her favourite playlist.

It wasn't long before her friends arrived. However, she didn't hear their approach, nor see what they were carrying.

There was a splat on Becky's right shoulder. "Hey" she shouted as she whirled around. Another splat hit her hip. Becky saw her friends with a tray of eggs. They laughed. Her friends threw more eggs as Becky stood helpless, trapped in the gazebo, unsure of what to do next.

The barrage of eggs now finished, Becky stood there in her ruined outfit. There was egg goo and shell in her hair and all over the pink playsuit.

Her friends dropped the egg trays and turned around with a custard pie in each hand. These were launched at Becky. There was nowhere to run, so she accepted her fate. One pie landed on her face, and as she turned and another splattered on her backside.

She tried to make a run for it, but as she did ao, she slipped on a pie, and landed on the wet grass, staining her knees green. As she tried to stand, a whole large bowl of trifle was dumped in her hair.

Becky moved to a sitting position and tried to move the matted hair out of her eyes.

"You bitches..." she managed to say before several cartons of custard was poured over her.

The assault was now over. Becky sat in the middle of the lawn in complete mess. Her friends looked satisfied with their work. Becky didn't know why she deserved it. She looked ridiculous covered in the various substances. Somehow the clown nose had stayed attached to her nose.

Her friend reached for the garden hose. "Now to get you cleaned up" she said.

The hose was directed at Becky, and turned on. The powerful jet blasted the gunk off of Becky, out of her hair. The cold water made Becky shiver as she stood up, arms outstretched so the mess could be blasted off of her. When the hose was directed at her hair, she washed out the egg shell. Her friend handed her a bottle of shampoo so the job could be done properly.

Once clean, the hose was turned off. Becky stood there feeling ridiculous. The pink outfit now runied and stained, clinging to her curves in the wet. At least her black Vans were wet and not ruined.