It was a cool winter morning and Nat lay in bed snuggling with her girlfriend Allie. The American girl ran her hand along the smaller English girl's right arm, admiring the body art decorating it. Nat's fingers traced along the tattoos marking the tan skin of her mixed English/Indian girlfriend, starting from the intricate design of a wolf howling at the moon on Allie's upper arm that she had when they first met, then moving down to the pattern of roses on her lower arm that she'd had done shortly before they moved to England from the US. Though Allie had the same number of tattoos as Nat did, two specifically, Allie's ink certainly covered a lot more area than the simple heart tattoo on the inside of Nat's right wrist and the butterfly near her navel, just above the panty line.
"Alright, babe, I need to get up for work," Allie said after a few moments. She sat up, causing her girlfriend's arm to slide across her chest over her small A-cup breasts, and then fall onto the mattress.
"Can't you stay for a little longer?" Nat asked, making a pouty face.
"Maybe if I didn't have a boss who freaks out when someone is even a little bit late," Allie said, referring to her manager at the software company she worked at.
"Bitch," Nat grumbled.
"Hey, we can't all be lucky enough to have a friendly manager like you do," Allie said, referring to Emma, Nat's manager at Wilko, the store she where she worked. "It must be nice to work for someone who doesn't have their knickers in a permanent bunch."
"I love it when you call them knickers," Nat said, a playful smirk appearing on her face. As an American, she was always amused by the English words and phrases her girlfriend used.
"That's what we call them here," Allie said as she slid her legs over the side of the bed.
"And it's adorable," Nat cooed.
As Allie got up out of bed, Nat got a nice view of her pert ass. Her eyes remained fixed on those deliciously round cheeks as her girlfriend crossed the room to grab some clothes. Allie may not have been the curviest girl, but she had a great butt, that was for sure.
A few minutes later, Nat managed to drag herself out of bed and begin getting ready for work herself. As it was rather cold out, she added a pair of pantyhose to her usual work outfit for what little good they would do to combat the freezing air. After tying her hair into a braid and doing her makeup, Nat finished her morning routine just in time to say goodbye to Allie before she went out the door.
"See you tonight, babe," Nat said as she gave her girlfriend a hug from behind, burying her face into her dark, lustrous hair, styled in her typical asymmetrical cut. At 5'0", the petite Allie was a full 5 inches shorter than Nat, so she was almost enveloped by her taller girlfriend. "Love you," Nat cooed into Allie's ear before giving her a peck on the cheek.
"Love you too," Allie said before heading out the door.
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A while later, Nat stepped off the bus near Wilko. She was a bit early, so she decided to pop into the nearby bookstore W.H Smiths. As an aspiring writer and a connoisseur of books, Nat liked to do this when she was early to work. She always liked browsing to see what new books were coming out.
On this particular day, Nat wandered into a section of the store she hadn't remembered seeing before. The books here looked strange and old ... very old. Grabbing a random book off the shelf, a dusty leather bound volume, Nat opened to a random page. Her eyes were immediately drawn to some strange writing which she attempted to pronounce aloud. As she spoke the words, Nat suddenly felt a strange rush of energy flow through her.
Then everything went black.
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When Nat came to her senses, she was standing in a different, much more normal looking section of the store. There was no trace of the book she had been holding, and upon looking around the store she could not seem to find the strange section she had wandered into.
"Weird," Nat said to herself before checking her phone. Seeing that it was close to starting time, she shrugged the whole experience off and departed from the bookstore, then headed on her way to Wilko. She had no idea how interesting her life was about to get.
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