This choice: "Oh! I'm invisible to the nurse too." Ashley blurted as the door opened. • Go Back...Chapter #8"Oh! I'm invisible to the nurse too." by: Mr. George   The nurse's expression changed, as she opened the sick room door. Peering intently over Jeff's shoulder at the empty space where she was standing. But now, her expression confused, as she tried to work out how her eyes were playing up.
Blind to this, Jeff sashayed past her to sit on the simple padded table. A pensive looking effeminate boy with his legs swinging, waiting for the nurse's attention. Ashley nipped in just after him, and felt the door brush against her rear, as it closed behind her.
"It'd be easier if I were thinner." she muttered more to herself than as a coherent wish. The small room barely having enough room for three without looking too crowded. Nonetheless, Ashley felt the weight shed from her body as she stood there. She watched transfixed, as she recognised the girl she used to be reappear in the full-length mirror.
A concerned smile on her face, gained confidence as she twisted and posed, for the moment Jeff forgotten as she admired her own body. The curves, and the waist... she'd almost forgotten what that had felt like, how that'd looked. Her breath tightened, as she thought back to those days, when she attracted the football captain. When she wanted, needed his attention. When she was the one who could see the good, who could reform him.
Her brow furrowed, as she thought angrily back over her innocence. Obviously, she'd known the 'Virgin Slayer', but that added to the challenge, to see his better side, to show that to the world, as they walked arm in arm, the imagined jealousy of both of them.
But, as her anger subsided, she realised with a giggle that Jeff wasn't such a catch. His only real appeal was as on the playing field, and the confidence, the charm that came from that. He wasn't academic... But the teachers forgave or were blind to this, for the pride ... for the trophies, he brought to the school.
With a snarl, she knew exactly how to hurt Jeff, and how to save others from future harm too.
"Bye-bye Jeff... Hello, Jess..."
In moments, Jeff was erased from history, in his place, a busty girl replaced her. Her outstanding feature was the biggest bust in the school. Her intellect just as sharp, just as dull, her charm just as easy. Ashley smiled to herself, roaming through her memories of the new girl. A parallel set, that she switched between. Now, it was 'Jess, the Virgin Slayer', a reputation that brought hatred from half the school, and an adoring following from the other half.
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Ashley's thoughts returned to the room, and she looked around the room. The massive cups of Jess' pale pink bra, making her eyes boggle. It rested beside the bed, a twinge of sympathy at the shoulder and back aches she had to suffer.
The nurse was addressing her with a tired tone, of someone repeating themselves.
"You aren't... just aren't made for athletics...." she vaguely cupped her hands in front of her own chest, before dropping her arms to her side in defeat.
"Of course, your chest and back will hurt."
Jess' svelte waist disappearing beneath the towel. She lay back on the examination table.
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"You'll never be a cheerleader." She coaxed Jess to sit upright consoling her and also handing back her underwear. The sound of a swallowed sob came from her, as she slipped the bra back into place. Nurse Jackson passing her the blouse.
Jess was still the same exhibitionist, show off, as the blouse was as tight... too tight, as her skirt. The VPL, that showed through her too short skirt, was matched by the outline of her pink bra pressing against her blouse.
The stitching clearly pressed against the simple white cotton. The size of the girls clear to anyone with eyes. Wiping her eyes with her sleeves, she hugged the nurse. Awkwardly their two busts pressing together. Jess' dwarfing, Nurse Jackson's more average dimensions.
To Ashley's eyes, it was clear now. Jeff... and now Jess was... is, and probably always was a bimbo. Getting by with sporting prowess, and now she was having to work. She doubted, Jess would ever borrow her subject notes, equally Ashley doubted she ever be short of volunteers to offer her a chance to get ahead.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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