You wake up in a cold room, one that's completely unfamiliar to you. The only things you see are a weight set, some other assorted items and... a mirror? You do what you can to shake the cobwebs out and push yourself to your feet. You're unsteady which is a weird way to feel this early, usually it's not until late in the night where you're like this. But you do make it to the mirror. You're not sure what you're going to find when you take a look but then you see it and you're not surprised either.
In the mirror you see a girl with a broad, round face and soft brunette hair that falls in long waves down to her breasts. Large breasts at that. "Ohmygawd!" you exclaim as you heft and caress them. It shouldn't surprise you of course and yet it always kind of does.
It's not just your breasts that are large but in other places as well. There's a bit of thickness to the arms, to your belly and your hips flare out just enough to imply a matronly fertility before running down into thick thighs. But you wouldn't call yourself fat or even chubby really. No, you don't want have, like, an ego about it because you're so not that kind of person but you're put together well if you do say so yourself. Well enough to rival Victoria Rodriguez or Lin Pol... or so you'd like to think.
But you can't stop from caressing your thighs and wrapping your arms tightly around your torso. Could you stand to lose some weight? Well who couldn't? But it doesn't matter because your people are always a little bigger. As long as you don't get to be, like, your aunt or your cousin you're fine. You like your body and you like how it makes you feel so soft and warm and cuddly. Like that oversized stuffed bear you had when you were six.
Oh, that bear! You took that thing with you everywhere for a while. It got kind of beat up but you loved it to pieces. It always made you feel safe and comfortable. What even happened to it? Did your mom throw it out when it got ripped that one time? Or did you lose it in a move? Wait, no! It was Laney Dunwood! You'd brought it over when you and some other friends had a sleepover for her ninth birthday and you must've left it there because she moved not long after so she had to have taken it with her.
Damn you, Laney Dunwood.
Well, no, you shouldn't think like that. She was your best friend after all so she couldn't have stolen it. You remember crying for a good two days after she moved and that bear was totally there for you. So if she didn't steal it, then who did?
"Yo!"
You let out a yelp of surprise and instantly cover yourself as you look at Eric Murphy's grinning face.
"Not that I don't appreciate what you're showing me Susie Luau but I think Fairfax is gonna wanna see you more."
"Ohmygawd!" you yell in surprise as you look around and find your clothes in a neat little pile. But wait, why are you naked anyway? And what's Eric Murphy doing... oh no! He saw you! He saw everything!
"Eric!" you exclaim as you begin pushing him. "My name isn't Susie Luau! And, like, get out!"
"Alright, alright" he says. "But boring ol' Phil still wants to talk to you in the other room."
"Okay, like, I get it?" you reply in frustration. "Now can you just go home or something?"
"That an order?" he grins. He takes off when you grab one of your shoes and toss it at him.
* * * * *
"I take it everything went well?" asks Beta-Fairfax as you make your way into the adjacent room (and you're loathe to admit it took you a minute or two to remember what the "other room" was).
"Yeah?" you respond narrowing your eyes. "It's not like I forgot... oh god! Did I forget...?" You begin looking through your bag and patting yourself searching for... for...
"Uh, what are you looking for?" Fairfax asks.
"Huh?" you reply as that seems to snap you back into reality. "Oh, um, I don't know?" you say with a giggle as you feel your face heating up. "But you asked me if I forgot anything and I just, like, totally thought that I might've... um... but I totally don't know what I would've forgotten!"
"I see," he says as he eyes you queerly. "I suppose the shock of going from being a guy to a girl could throw you off. It comes with its own distractions I suppose."
"Maybe? But they're nice distractions right?" you smile as you grab Fairfax by his hands and pull him in closer to you while pushing your chest out. "But, like, they're normal so I don't really know what could be distracting about them. Why don't you tell me?"
But Fairfax can only push you away. "Yes, well," he coughs while adjusting his glasses. "That's not why we're here."
"This is why girls don't bother," you pout. "I mean you'd be, like, so much more desirable if you loosed up a bit. Girls like a dependable guy but they also like a guy who can have fun."
"You seem to have had no trouble getting into character," he flatly observes.
"Am I in character?" you wonder. "I don't know, I guess? I'm not really thinking about it. It's kind of fun actually. Like I just don't have to worry."
Indeed, you don't have to worry or really do much thinking at all. That's not to say that Susie's stupid because she's plenty intelligent. But at the same time you don't really find that you're doing a lot of thinking, just kind of... floating. Not like floating down a lazy river but more like floating in the sky as stray thoughts, like birds, flutter their way towards you and just as you think you've got it it's led you right towards another one.
And on a deeper level you know that your friends, Susie's friends, can find that to be so frustrating but maybe it's what also keeps you, keeps Susie, from being weighed down by all the other stuff that seems to consume everyone and keep a positive attitude. Oh sure there's people and happenings that0 frustrate you but thinking about it all the time is just so... so depressing. But you're not, like, actively trying to do anything either. You're just floating and doing whatever comes naturally and you know that people always seem to pick themselves up when you're around.
If people want to call you an airhead or something? Well, like, you need air to live and it's way better to have your head filled with that than ugly, heavy rocks or something.
And you pull back a bit at that. Less than half-an-hour into being Susie and you're already feeling the pull of her personality threatening to lift you up into the clouds with her. It feels so nice, so relaxing that it'd be so easy to just lay back and allow yourself to just float along the way she does.
"Hey, so, um, I'll be careful, okay?" you tell Fairfax.
But you don't clarify anything for him because your phone goes off. It's a text from Kristin Yetter: warehouse after maggies?
That sounds like a great idea to Susie (and to yourself as you've never been) and you text back the okay. You then send a text out to Brianna Kirschke asking the same thing. This begins a flurry of texts and plans and counter-plans and lots of back and forth that's enough to make Will Prescott's head spin. But Susie is a pro at it and eventually it's a text from relative latecomer Jack Li that settles everything. monte viso, is all that it says and though some drop out and defer that still leaves you with a decent-sized group agreeing to head out.
You let out a long sigh once that's worked out. "Oh god that's just, like, so..." you fan yourself while looking at Fairfax. "I mean aside from the girl I guess that's where you've got it better though. Like trying to work all that junk out is just hard!"
"I'll pretend that's not a dig," comes the simple reply.
That causes your eyes to widen and your face to blush once more with embarrassment. "Oh! Um, I didn't mean it like that? I was just telling you that, you know, maybe not being so popular is pretty good and ohmygawd I am just digging myself in deeper," you say as you smack a hand against your forehead.
"I was just kidding," Fairfax states and you actually think you see a small smile from him. "Though speaking of popularity my alpha's going to want to talk with you; make sure that everything's good with you."
"Couldn't you just, like, tell her?"
"She's going to want to see it for herself," he shrugs.
"Okay? Well, I'll do it tomorrow. I'm meeting some of Susie's friends around seven-thirty," you tell him. "I'm not going to have time."
"That's still a few hours away," he replies. "Sounds like plenty of time to me."
But you simply shake your head. "Susie Time so does not operate the same way normal time does," you say. "I don't even think a few hours is going to be enough."
So insisting that you need to start getting ready now, you wave goodbye to the Fairfax beta, reiterate to him that you'll get in touch with Maria tomorrow and then head home to start getting ready for tonight. Just as you predicted, Susie Time meant a few hours was not enough. You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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