Chapter #3Something else by: Jan2   ...something else might be better than the already clean yet to be folded pile at your feet you muse and glance toward the larger unwashed pile of items which you now quickly dismiss. Your mind still wandering in thought as your slender 6'2" frame brings your eyes to the shelving above the machines you stop, staring at the 2 now 3? boxes placed in a row on the bottom level?? Easily reaching out your long slender arms you take hold with both hands and plop it down atop the humming dryer.
Considering for a moment, a puzzled look on your face, you flip open the top and begin to rummage through the neatly folded contents inside. A few lightly colored tees, blouses, camis, shorts, skinny jeans and the like you suddenly remember the young mail clerk working part-time at your mom's office. She had stayed for the week you and your friends spent at lake the previous summer and your mom received an extra payment for her room and board....
Lena Oliver - 5'5" 137 34 AA 26 36 grey eyes shoulder length wavy black hair button nose plumpish full lips rather cute slender shoulders wider hips and very small
breasts. A tad naïve easily embarrassed a shy very small bladder above average but not the brightest one might meet - generally happy but a bit too
trusting - likes gaming science computers shopping cooking girly things and she's quite a good swimmer.
You hadn't actually met her yourself as you had already left by the time she arrived but since hearing the chatter and laughter from you're extremely endowed family upon your return you could now see the small size of that tiny bra! And you did. A matched set in fact. Inside was a lace trimmed lavender satin and meshed wireless balconette bra and the soft clean perfumed complimenting tanga short. "Yup" you said aloud holding it up reading the tag and quickly put it on, your nimble fingers easily hooking the clasp and you set to adjusting the straps as an eerily warm pulse wisps through you. Sliding the laced pink cotton cami over your head it pulls down resting quite high above your navel while that same eerie warmth pulsates through your entire upper body. Feeling now a little light headed but recalling long ago zipper incident you then hold and step into the matching panty pulling them up to your hips. After a brief moments disappointment staring at your completely flaccid pride you next select the lighter blue of the two skinny jeans. Another eerily warm pulse rushes down through your lower parts turning back in your toes and rejoins the now warmer pulsations above your waist as you once again steady yourself absently shaking your head Scrunching first the left, then right legs of your chosen pants easily sliding your still unnoticed shrunken feet through the holes. Bending down from the hip you pull them wiggling, squatting and twisting to your waist releasing the material as you go. With one final deep squat, left hand pinning the pant waist to your own, pulsating warmth spreading eerily throughout your entire body you stand up grasping the zipper with your right. Your breaths now more shallow, eerily warm body now hot, slight tingling now swelling, unnecessarily bracing for impact to your former now gone genitalia you tug and bounce your zipper to the top. Pulling and twisting now gasping for air you suck in your tummy, hook the waist clasp toppling backward unconscious into the wall.
You are not sure how long you lay there folded in half like that. You are not sure how you folded in half like that. You needed to get up though. The concrete was cold and hard on your soft supple bum. You didn't know why bum was soft and supple. Water, Definitely needed water now, and with that you opened your eyes and stood up.
The room was much bigger, the shelving much higher, the puddle much larger, and you were still wobbly. Fetching the tan sneakers from the box you carried it and, with a little help from the wall, yourself up the stairs to your room placing the box on the floor of your closet. After a brief moments rest it was off to the kitchen for the badly needed water. Apparently moving about wasn't such a good idea. Shaking the second sip to your mouth and clenching the counter top for balance you barely manage to set the glass back down when barging into the room your shopping bag laden sister Janet appears both your mom and Brianna behind her.
"Is that you!" she exclaims
Turning to look at them you lose your grip off the counter and your
"Well who else would it be" retort wasted as you drop in the splits face down on the floor.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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