Kim
By The Collector
A strong girl


Copyright 1998 The Collector

This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21.

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Applying for a job as a cook at a fraternity to supplement her income 
during grad school, Kim was asked to write an essay on herself as part 
of her job application.  An unusual request, but a slightly plausible 
lead in for her wonderful essay.  And now…Kim. 

Hi! My name is Kim and you guys wanted me to write about myself, so here 
goes.  I’m 22, and just graduated from State.  I was lucky enough to go 
on an academic scholarship, but I could have had an athletic scholarship 
if I’d wanted it.  I was offered one in gymnastics, softball, and if 
they’d let girls wrestle on men’s teams, I could have gotten one there 
too.  I wrestled on my high school boy’s team, when I wasn’t cheering, 
and I was very, very good.  As you can guess, I’m very athletic, but I’m 
also very feminine. 

While I have a degree in education, I think I’d like to try modeling for 
a while.  I was homecoming queen all through high school and in college.  
Other girls were jealous of my beauty, but I really didn’t try to 
upstage anyone.  After all, it was just friendly competition and I 
really can’t help it if people find me attractive, though I’ve been told 
many times I’m the most beautiful girl they’ve ever seen.  I have to 
admit they’re probably right, but I still try not to let it go to my 
head. 

I’m 5’5” tall and weigh 120 pounds.  I have blonde hair that I usually 
keep in a ponytail because I play sports so much.  But when I go out, I 
let it down and it falls in curls just below my shoulders.  My eyes are 
deep blue and…I don’t mean to brag, but people tell me, both men and 
women, that I have a really beautiful body.  My measurements are 35D-22-
35, and I really try to stay in shape.  I think it’s working! 

I have lots of hobbies too.  I like to play all kinds of sports, usually 
against guys, reading, photography, music, I’m a very good artist, I do 
volunteer work at the animal shelter, and I lift weights.  I don’t know 
how I find time for everything, but sports usually takes first priority 
with me. 

I compete against guys because, honestly, most girls aren’t strong 
enough to give me any competition.  I’m not bragging again, but neither 
are most guys either, and the ones that are usually can’t keep up with 
me.  As you can probably guess, I’m also exceptionally strong, so strong 
that many people are actually afraid of me.  I’ve always been very 
powerful, especially for a girl, even when I was young.  I have four 
older brothers and most girls like to think their big brothers will 
protect them.  Well, it’s a little different in our family.  I can’t 
count the number of times I’ve had to fight and defend them.  But it 
wasn’t long before people started hearing about my strength and quit 
picking on my brothers.  I mean, if you were 17, and a football player, 
and got into a fight with a 14-year-old girl and lost, how would you 
feel?  I don’t think I’ve had a fight since then.  Thank goodness, 
though, I hate to think what I could do to a guy now, as strong as I’ve 
gotten. 

I don’t know where my strength comes from, but I absolutely love being 
strong.  I really learned at an early age that I was different than most 
people.  My daddy bought a set of weights when I was 8 or 9, for him, 
not for me.  Anyway, he was in the basement working out and I came down.  
I don’t remember much, but he was trying to lift probably more than what 
he should have.  He yelled for help and I ran to him and lifted the bar 
off him with one hand.   I imagine it must have been a shock for him to 
see how much stronger I was than he was.  And I wasn’t just his little 
girl anymore, but his strong little girl.  But he didn’t lift weights 
any more after that 

There was another time he really got mad at me, and I think I 
embarrassed him, and my brothers.  I didn’t really mean to, and I guess 
I wasn’t thinking at the time about how it would affect them.  I was 16 
at the time and didn’t even think up to then about muscles.  They 
weren’t something girls thought about, at least not me.  Anyway, I’ll 
never forget it.  I had just got back from a date and was dressed up 
very nice.  I was wearing a skirt and a brand new sweater Mom had just 
bought me.  I wore them very tight, even though my parents kept arguing 
with me about it.  I think they got tired of arguing and let me have my 
way.  

Well, I went into the kitchen and they were being a little macho, arm 
wrestling around the kitchen table.  I watched daddy beat my all my 
brothers, and when he got done he made a muscle to show them how strong 
he was.  I wanted to try, but he wouldn’t arm wrestle me, and neither 
would any of my brothers, but one of them asked me to show him my 
muscles.  And even I was shocked at what happened.  When I raised my arm 
and started bending it, this big muscle just jumped off my arm.  The 
sleeve in my sweater kept getting bigger and bigger until it tore the 
material and my muscle burst through my sweater!  And daddy looked at 
how big mine was and how small his was, and my brothers had to keep from 
laughing.  I really hated it for him though.  When he saw his little 
girl’s muscles were so big, and his were so small, he just went to bed 
and didn’t even talk to me for days. 

As I got older, I just kept getting stronger.  Dating became a problem 
as I intimidated a lot of guys.  I know I’m beautiful, but that’s just 
the outside.  I’m still a really nice person.  But I think some of them 
are really bothered by my strength.  One guy told me he’d look at me and 
see how beautiful and feminine I was, but when he found out I was so 
strong, he said he short-circuited!  I’m not sure what he meant, but I 
took it as a compliment.  But what do guys think?  That I’m going to 
beat them up or something? 

And some guys really get off on it too.  I was at a guy’s house after a 
date.  We had a really good time, and hit it off very well.  We were on 
his couch…getting very close to each other, well, necking, but neither 
of us was ready for anything much more.  I think he was almost afraid to 
ask, but he said he’d heard rumors about me being…different…than other 
girls, about being exceptionally strong.  He looked into my eyes and 
told me how hard it was to believe and asked me to make a muscle for 
him.  I told him in my sweetest voice it was true and when I raised my 
arm and he saw my bicep, I don’t think he ever saw a girl’s muscles 
before, or maybe it’s just that mine are so big.  His breathing got so 
heavy, I thought he was going to pass out, but he jumped off the couch 
and ran upstairs.  I’m not sure exactly what happened, but I have a 
pretty good idea.  

I have to be really careful with some guys.  I don’t mean to 
deliberately tease them and I know a lot of them want me because I’m 
beautiful, and some because of my strength.  I just try to be nice to 
them and let them know that I don’t mind if they’re attracted to me 
because I’m stronger than they are, and that they’re not wimpy or 
anything if they do. 

I guess that’s me.  I probably said too much, but I always go on and on.  
So if you don’t mind having a beautiful girl around to cook for you, 
who’s really a good cook, please let me know.  Oh, and with my strength, 
I’m pretty handy to have around sometimes too. 

Kim