Chapter 52
So apparently it's called either Covid or CoronaVirus. Either way, everyone around me is totally freaking out. Apparently about 10 people have died in the past 10 days just in our county, and the US Public Health Service has descended on the area looking like that hazmat scene out of E.T. Businesses are sending employees home and telling them to work remotely, and there were outbreaks at the local university.
We didn't really know any of that on Monday. It all evolved over the week. I was kinda horny-excited to see Carlos on Monday. He had good news (which all went to shit, by the way) that the friend of his in the university dorm was flying home for the weekend on Friday and we could use his room for our sin and debauchery (I particularly was looking forward to being debauched!). I had downloaded some select pics from the two modeling sessions, and at lunch, while we were cuddled on the sofa in the drama room, I told him all about it. He was visibly excited and asked if I had any pics from either session. I texted him the one `tryout' pic where I was kneeling on the bed wearing the babydoll with my butt showing. I could see in his crotch that he liked it, but I asked him anyway.
He started looking around, and I asked him why and he said, "I'm looking around for a blanket and wondering if anyone would notice if you crawled under it." I playfully slapped his hand, and he said, "Oh, so we're going THERE as well!" We started wrestling a little bit until Mr. Mac saw us and reminded us that the wrestling team met after school and so we knocked it off.
Brie cornered me after school, and said, "What the fucks going on, sister?"
She said, "I mean, about this virus thing. Zombies. Dead people. What do you know?"
I told her that my Mom had been freaking out about this for a couple of weeks, and our house looked like one of those prepper families. Brie said her parents were very concerned, and that apparently a friend of theirs was in the hospital with whatever this was.
I have a bad habit of cracking jokes when I'm scared or nervous, and I was tempted to say all the wrong things about this (remember, I'd just rewatched ZombieLand for like the 4th time). (I also was bitter than I am 3 years older than Abigail Breslin was in that movie but she still looked better than me.)
Ha ha. Funny story. When they did Zombieland Double Tap 10 years later, the first day of rehearsals Abigail Breslin showed up on set and no one knew who she was. Funny.
Also, absolutely random, but I found these really cute `barely B' cup balconette bras on line and bought like three of them. Nicely padded, but not huge. Really comfie. Also an underwire push-up that pushes from the sides to give me just a little cleavage. Yeah... off topic.
Mom picked me up and she was obviously preoccupied, but said, "You know, Amazon is going to make out like bandits on this thing. Everyone's going to shop from home now. I'm buying a bunch of it." It's like I wasn't even in the car. I'm not sure who she was talking to.
OK, so like I got home and Mom said I needed to fix dinner cuz she was too busy on the phone to clients. I'm more of an `order out pizza' girl, but changed into something comfie (ok, sweats. I'm a sweats girl, too) and looked at what was handy in the larder. "Have we bought anything fresh in a month, Mom?"
"Make do with what you have, sweetie."
So macaroni and cheese and canned green beans it was. I can do that. I looked at the clock and saw that I had like forever to put this together, so figured I had some time to peek at my wardrobe.
Mom and I had just been shopping a couple of weeks ago to flesh out my spring. The prob was now I'd been turned on to the idea that maybe I was a little better looking than I thought I was -- not quite Kardasian but more than a Muppet. I went up to my bedroom to do a quick inventory. The more I looked at my wardrobe, the less I liked what I saw and I knew this was going to require the calvary -- namely sister Brie!
I headed back to the kitchen (to get macaroni cooking), and once that was started, got Brie on the phone. I explained to her my conundrum, and she was all over it fast. "When can I come over to assess the damage?"
I told her I was swamped cooking right now, and had a doctor's appointment tomorrow, but how about Wednesday after school? Could she ride home with us and maybe her parents could come get her, or better yet spend the night? She said to hold on she'd check, and was back in a flash to say her Mom said spending the night with us was great. She could just come home with us afterschool and we'd ferry her back to school Thursday. A great plan! A noble plan!'
Mom was quiet thru dinner, and I tried to get some conversation going. I asked her to tell me more about Julia's mother, and Mom got even quieter for a minute. Then she said, "You know, I miss your Dad terribly, and particularly now, when there is so much turmoil in the world. I've been very lucky, and financially we're well set. Julia and her mother are not so lucky, and I think her mother isn't very smart, either. The world isn't going to be a very pretty place for a while, and it's going to treat folks like them particularly hard. But yeah, I really, really miss your Dad right now. I still do.
That went down pretty hard. We just sat there quietly for a while, then Mom seemed to perk up. I'd told her about Brie coming over, which she's always open to, and she said fine, but be careful about Brie or any of your school mates with any signs of coughing or the flu or anything. She said there's a bad virus going around and I needed to be on the lookout for it.
I managed to change the subject to the modeling gig, and she seemed to be very supportive of that. She said, "I think a LOT of commerce is going to transition to the internet, even more than we've seen so far. There's going to be a lot of demand for models. Unfortunately, a lot of the clothing will come out of Asia, so the domestic modeling market may not be all that it could be, but it's too soon to tell about that."
She seemed to be pretty certain about what was happening, but then again, she studied this stuff a lot closer than most people. After dinner, I rummaged around in my closet, and yeah, a little in Becky's as well, and decided to start switching to more feminine nightwear than just my traditional t-shirt and boi-shorts. Plundering Becky's stuff (I figured she wouldn't mind) I found an ivory colored satin cami set with satin shorts that fit me just fine. The outfit was cut for a girl with better boobies than mine, but it still fit OK, and felt wonderful. There was a matching shortie robe and so I put that on and headed downstairs to join Mom for some TV.
She looked at me and commented, "Is that Becky's?" I nodded, and she said, "Well, she probably won't mind. It's old, anyway. She hasn't worn that since high school." What she DIDN'T say was how this was a shift in my typical evening wardrobe of late -- from somewhat more tomboyish sweats and jammies. The satin felt nice, particularly against my nipples. I felt my nipples getting erect, something that normally only happens when their cold or when Carlos is holding them. I felt... girlish... yeah... and cute. I caught myself in the mirror smiling, which is something I don't do that often.
Tuesday I saw Doc Strange yet again. The first words out of my mouth were, "How can I get boobies?"
He looked at me for a few moments and said, "Christy, you have normal breast development. In fact, more than normal for a girl with your hormonal makeup. What were you expecting?"
I said, "Well some girls are doing better than me and I was hoping for at least a full B cup. I saw this thing on TV about an older woman who was trans and in a relationship with a cis-woman who had a baby with some sperm the trans-woman had frozen. The trans-woman took some hormones to make her boobs swell and lactate so she could nurse the baby as well."
"Whoa, whoa, Christy, you're getting way ahead of yourself. Yes, I've heard of those cases, and that level of hormones would be dangerous for a girl your age. Plus, you don't want to lactate, do you?"
"Well, no, but I'd like some more heft, if you know what I mean. I'd like to fill out a dress or bathing suit without tons of padding."
"Christy, nearly every girl your age, cis or trans, uses padding. Rare is the fifteen year old girl who is happy with her breasts. You realize I don't only see trans patients, right? I get a lot of girls in here with their mothers who are hoping for the same miracle you're asking for. I can't work miracles, but sometimes I can help a little."
"What do you have in mind?"
"Your present hormone diet is a mixture of spironolactone to block your male hormone receptors and an estrogen cocktail which is really a blend of three hormones, estradiol, estrone, and estriol. It's the estradiol that is most responsible for breast growth. Up until now, this formulary has worked wonderfully for you. However, if perhaps we add progesterone to your diet, carefully balanced, then that could help a bit. One thing, you need to increase your exercise level, which helps with the progesterone levels. It's counter-intuitive, because you'd think that additional body fat would aid in breast enhancement, but oddly exactly the opposite is true for moderate exercise."
"I run a bit already, but not regularly or religiously. Maybe if I increased to a few miles a day?
"That would be a good start. Maybe alternate running with some light strength training."
So he adjusted my prescription a bit, and the whole way home I kept looking down my blouse at what passed for cleavage and wondering how long it would be until the new script "took".
On Wednesday, Brie came home with me from school, with a change of undies and her jammies in her backpack. She seemed wonderfully enthused about the adventure of yet another makeover for her pet tranny girl. Mom continued to be in a completely different world, paying us absolutely no mind. I think Brie and I could have changed into our undies in the car and Mom wouldn't have noticed.
When we got home, after some perfunctory time on homework and dinner, we dove into my woeful closet and dresser. Brie could only shake her head. "The most recent stuff you got is... well...OK... but it almost looks like you're trying to hide being a girl. What are you trying to hide?"
"Well, for one, there's the plumbing prob."
"You do fine with that. Next?"
"And the lack of boobage. I've been obsessing about my boobs for months now. They seemed to have grown instantly to A+ or barely B then stopped in their tracks."
"I understand boobie obsession. I'm obsessed about Randi's. They're wonderful. Soft, fluffy pillows. I like to put my head in them. So relaxing...."
"Focus, Brie. Focus. MY BOOBS. Not Randi's!!!"
"OK, OK... You know what a Shein Haul is?"
"Huh, what?"
"S-h-e-i-n... pronounced she-in. It's a mail order clothes store and you can buy, try-on, and return if you don't like. They're cheap as hell and we need to focus for starters on your spring break and summer. Let's get to your `puter."
Before I knew it, I'm starting with tops and working my way down. She got me to buy a couple of shorty tops, both with long sleeves, as well as a shorty pink top with straps. I told her I hated white shorts cuz they didn't masquerade my junk well enough, so we looked for dark and denim short-shorts. I found some cute jean shorts that were draw-string and loose, but short, and a shorty denim skirt. Next, we got a plum colored satiny strappy dress, another bikini (in a pink pattern) and a white mesh cover-up. The bikini had too alternative tops -- one strappy, and one bando. Brie told me to get both.
They had a really cute white bando-top. I said it was cute but I couldn't imagine how I would fill it out, and Brie told me to shut up -- my boobies were fine and I'd look hot in it. Brie picked out like 5 dresses in various colors and lengths, and in the end it looked like we were ordering a truck load, but we hadn't even spent $200.
I couldn't believe two hours had passed. We'd been in jammies since dinner -- me in the same ivory satin set I'd stolen from Becky and Brie in a similar but pink jammie set. Normally, when Brie slept over, we would have ended up in the basement playroom, but tonite we were in my bedroom, and I could hear Mom fretting downstairs. I asked Brie where she wanted to sleep, and she said up here was fine -- or was I scared of sharing the bed with another girl? I yelled downstairs to Mom that we were sleeping up here, and she yelled back "Whatever."
We turned off the lights and turned on some music. Brie has the weirdest taste -- Katy Perry and Amy Winehouse. Huh... Anyway, we crawled under the covers, and suddenly we were 5 or 6 or 7 again and under a pile of blankets in the basement. Brie lay facing me and said, "Tell me a secret."
I said, "You first."
Brie replied, "Randi and I are close to doing the deed."
"What???? What do you mean `close'?"
"We're like hands-on all over each other. Randi wants to go down on me, but I'm scared to let her. I'm not sure how I'd handle that."
"Shit, girl, you're almost there."
"I can't believe I'm telling you this."
"I can't believe you would NOT tell me this!!!!"
"OK, Christy sister, your turn."
So I told her all about the two modeling gigs, and grabbed my phone and showed her some pics from the two gigs and the girl Julia who was there. Brie was all over this. She was astonished I hadn't told her first thing. Astonished and maybe a little mad.
"Oh, and there's more."
"More??? What???"
"Julia kissed me."
"WHAT!!! You little lesbian slut. Tell me tell me tell me!!!"
"It was nice. She kissed me twice, once kinda on the spur, then once really into it."
"NO!!! Tell me you liked it."
"I kissed a girl and I liked it... the taste of her cherry Chapstick..."
"You little slut!!!"
"I hope my boyfriend won't mind it..."
We both broke into a round of giggling, and I reached out to hug her. Brie was a little nervous about that at first, and then we ended up cuddling all thru the night.
The next morning, Carlos cornered me before first period to tell me that the weekend trip to the university was off. His friend had it on good authority that on Friday, the entire university was shutting down and going to virtual classes. Domestic students were already booking flights home this weekend, and foreign students were shitting in their pants. We were almost certain to get hassled by authorities if we tried to use his room on Saturday.
I was NOT happy. My bottom was lonely and needed some attention. Sure, his dick could get attention any time we had five minutes alone and a blanket. Hell, I could probably have done him in the Drama Room like he suggested and gotten away with it.
Mom sent me a text that Becky had the same problem, and was going to drive home on Saturday -- something like 12 hours if the weather was good. Mom suggested to Becky that she fly down to Becky's school on Friday and drive back with her to help her pack and in case the weather sucked and whatever. Suddenly, maybe my bottom wouldn't die of neglect after all! My very own room could become a nice cozy den of iniquity! I told Carlos at lunch, and his spirits perked up, too.
On Friday morning, Mom dropped me off at school and told me she was taking an Uber to the airport. I arranged for an Uber home (damn, I can't wait to drive!!! Drivers license and boobs...)
Good question for Mom -- do boobs get in the way of driving? She has huge ones, so she'd know.
Anyway, I made arrangements for Carlos to come over on Saturday morning. We could have done it tonite, but I wanted a nice, long, leisurely fuck, and tomorrow morning would be better. Sure enough, Saturday morning, I got up, took a long, hot shower, put on what passed for the sexiest undies I owned and the shorty satin robe I'd stolen from Becky, and waited for Carlos to arrive. Of course, he was late. He texted me that his mother sent him on an errand, and he'd be late. The UPS man came to the door and I had to sign for a huge package (when I saw it was him, I quickly pulled on Mom's ugliest robe.) Then the mailman came with a certified letter I needed to sign for. Same robe story... By now, my little bottom was wondering if it would get any attention at all.
Then finally, close to 11, Carlos showed up. He brought chocolate ice cream to apologize, but I tossed it in the freezer and nearly dragged him upstairs. I sat down on my bed, crossed my legs, leaned back, and said, "Take me" and then broke out in uncontrollable giggles.
Carlos just smiled, and `take me' he did. He stripped down to nothing, and my gawd he looked good. Is there such a thing as working out TOO much? His cock was stiff as a rock, as he climbed on top of me, pushed me back on the bed, and began kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his head and neck, and felt every inch of him on top of me. We made out forever, I'm not sure how long, but I'd guess at least a half hour. He never lost his hard on anytime during that. I rolled him over on his back, and grabbing his cock in one hand, my mouth found its way around him. Knowing his normal response, I was amazed he lasted long at all.
He lifted up, rolled me over on my back, and started peeling my clothes off. I helped him as much as I could. He was gentle but firm on all of me, and carefully turned me over on my stomach and tucked a pillow up under my hips. My ass was now perched up in the air, and he slowly peeled my thong off to reveal the center of attention. I'd left some lube on the nightstand, and he made good use of it. He used his finger to make sure I was relaxed and comfortable. Fucking in my own bed was definitely nicer than the beds at the golf club!
Then I felt him lift up above me and I reached back to help him aim in. As usual, I was gasping for air as he entered me, and felt my mind leaving my body and floating somewhere above us watching the whole thing from a distance. I was completely in a zone, and breathing deep and into the pillow. As he built up a rhythm, I reached back to make sure I was as open as I could be for him, and to help guide his hips as he splayed me down onto the bed.
After a while, or maybe forever, I don't know, I could feel him start to quiver and then spasm into me. His breath was heavy, and he collapsed down on top of me, our two bodies becoming one. I turned my head as much as I could to kiss him, and his cheek and mine melted together. He stayed in me as long as he could, and of course he slowly went soft and eased his way out. I'd also left a damp wash cloth in the bed, and he cleaned himself and me, and lay it aside. I turned on my side, and I pulled the covers up over me, not wanting the sight of my mis-matched pluming to ruin the occasion. He lay on his side facing me, wonderfully naked and not bothering with the covers. His Cuban ancestry gave him just the slightest tan, and his body looked like he was out in the sun all the time, with no tan lines at all. I used the fingers of my free hand to trace little circles on his chest, and imagined him laying naked on some tropical beach somewhere.
He used his free hand to cup my closest boob, and I just looked down and said, "I hate my boobies."
He said, "What do you mean? I love your boobies! They're perfect"
"They're too small"
"They're just right"
Then I told him about Doc Strange and how he was going to change my medicine so maybe I'd grow a bit bigger, and Carlos said, "Well, if you don't, that's OK, too."
We just lay there, talking about nothing and everything, and finally decided our exhausted bodies deserved some lunch. He put his street clothes back on, but I just dressed in my undies and satin robe, hoping against hope he might needed to abuse me some more. We ordered a pizza delivery, and cuddled on the sofa to watch some meaningless movie. My phone rang, and it was Mom to tell me they'd finally left Becky's school and would probably spend the night about half-way home.
Two nights alone in the house, and I truly wished Carlos could spend at least one of them cuddled up with me, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. I had to content myself with the memory of him laying naked next to me.