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Forever Pregnant - Part 4
Synopsis: Rob becomes best friends with his step-sister and she begins
helping him improve his appearance,
Ever since New Year's Eve, Christine and I have been a lot closer - not
in a romantic sense - well there has been a little snuggling and an
occasional kiss (on the cheeks, not the lips) - but that's because we
just enjoy each other's company. I can probably best describe us as "best
friends" where we can share secrets and thoughts and feelings openly with
each other without being judgmental. By the end of January Christine and
I were doing more things with each other than with our other friends. Oh,
we still had other friends and did things with them but there were times
when we just wanted to get off by ourselves and watch a movie or listen
to some music without anyone else around. There was even one time when
several of Christine's girlfriends were going to a movie and asked her to
come along and she said that she would, but only if I could come too.
(Even though they'd picked a "chick flick" to watch I found that I
enjoyed it - although I didn't cry at some of the sad parts the way they
did.) I think that Dad and June are, like, "What's come over those two?"
They're not unhappy with the situation or anything, just surprised by the
way our attitude toward each other has changed so drastically.
Lost my temper at school last week and got a one week in-school
suspension. I had been eating lunch with some of my friends in the
Cafeteria (Christine had invited me to join her and some of her
girlfriends but I think they wanted to talk about makeup so I begged
off). We had been talking about what our various plans for the upcoming
weekend were when Kevin came out with, "Oh, I was thinking about getting
a blowjob from Christine - probably have to pay her $5 for it," and then
he winked at me. I lost it. I jumped up from my chair and lunged across
the table at Kevin - sending trays and food flying in all directions. He
was so surprised that I got in two good punches before he got me with one
on the left side of the head. Then the other guys restrained us and the
Cafeteria Monitors ran over and separated us and hauled us off to Mr.
Sutton's office. So for a week I had to report to school at the regular
time but spend the whole day in the Detention Room - supposedly studying,
but mostly thinking about how good it had felt to punch Kevin and if I
had to do it all over again - I'd do it all over again.
For a week or so I had this big purple shiner around my left eye, but
that eventually faded to brown and then yellow before disappearing. Kevin
kept his distance from me after that, but if anything, Christine and I
were now closer than ever.
While my complexion is generally pretty good, every so often I'll get an
outbreak of zits. During my most recent one Christine suggested that I
might want to try some of this ointment that she uses. It's this greasy
white cream that you apply all over your face before going to bed and
then wash off the next morning. I really hated the way it felt when I put
it on, and the first time I walked into the kitchen in the morning before
I washed it off Dad and June laughed at the way I looked and even
Christine giggled a little. But after a couple of days my skin was
improving and by the end of the week the zits were completely gone. Other
than getting rid of the zits, it made my skin look softer and pinker -
kind of "glowing" the way it said on the jar - and I liked that so I kept
using it every night.
Had a quick checkup with the doctor today. I think that he was surprised
by the weight that I'd gained in my chest and tummy. I told him that I'd
been watching my diet and not overeating. He reviewed the results of the
lab work that I had come in for the previous week and finally told me
that he thought that I might have a genetic disorder - he rattled off
some weird name that I can't remember - that results in the accumulation
of excess fat in certain areas of the body - often in the torso. The good
news was that it was a cosmetic issue only - not a health issue. The bad
news was that while the fat accumulation could be expected to slow down
and then stop during my 20's, that plastic surgery was the only way to
get rid of the fat. "Uh, yeah, well I'll think about that, Doc," I said
as I left his office.
I had been having a "bad underwear" day - well, more like a "bad
underwear week" or even a "bad underwear month." My tummy had gotten a
little larger and while I could pull the top of my boy's underwear shorts
up to my waist when I got dressed (I did have to get shorts with a 36"
waist), as I walked along they would gradually begin to slip down till
they were all bunched up down below the bulge of my tummy. And that was
pretty uncomfortable. At home I could step into the bathroom occasionally
and pull them back up, or at school I could make a quick trip to the
Boy's Room between classes. But there were times when I couldn't do that,
like the time when Christine and I were sitting in the middle of a row at
the movie theatre and my shorts were all bunched up down in my crotch and
they were pinching and really irritating "things" down there and I was
fidgeting in my seat trying to get comfortable and stuffing my hands down
into my pockets, trying to grab my shorts and pull them back up. Finally
Christine leaned over and whispered, "Rob, will you either stick your
hands down into your jeans and 'fix things' or stop fidgeting? You're
pretty annoying." "Yeah," I thought, "if your balls and dick were all
irritated then you'd be fidgeting too." Then I realized how silly that
sounded and giggled.
So anyway, after the movie Christine said we had some shopping to do and
took me to the Men's Department at the Sears store and bought me several
3-packs of men's underwear. Well, not like the underwear that I had been
wearing - shorts - but this underwear was "Men's Thong Underwear" and it
was this really skimpy pouch with a narrow waistband to hold it up. And
while I had always bought "standard" white underwear these were a light
blue color with white trim around the edges.
"Uh, Christine, I'm, not ..... uh, these are ..... like, uh, ..... way
different than, uh ....." I stammered.
"Trust me," she replied, "these will fit you perfectly."
And she was right. When I got home and tried them on, in the privacy of
my own room and with the door locked, they did fit me pretty well - they
rode below the bottom of my tummy so they didn't slip down as I walked
around. But gosh, did they look different on me - you could see my
rounded tummy swelling out over the top - fully exposed - and when I
looked at myself in the mirror and turned around you could see that most
of my rear end was now exposed. I tightened up my (glutes?) and saw how
that emphasized the dimples at the base of my spine. "George Clooney, eat
your heart out," I thought. The first couple of times I wore them it felt
kinda strange to have my tummy and rear end rubbing against the rough
fabric of my jeans but after awhile I got to like the feeling and even
let my hips sway back and forth a little more than usual to increase the
sensations from the rubbing - but not too much because whenever I got an
erection, my dick popped up out of the top of the thong and that felt
REALLY strange.
Christine and I were having a late breakfast one Saturday morning when
she looked over at me and commented, "You know Rob, that unibrow thing is
a little extreme even for a guy."
"Unibrow?" I asked and then a second or two later I realized what she was
talking about. "You mean my eyebrows."
"Not your eyebrows, silly, eyebrow as in the one big one that you have."
I think that I've mentioned that I have very little bodily hair except
for one area, my eyebrows - they're big and bushy and, as Christine
pointed out, they kind of meet in the center over my nose.
"I mean, it's always been like that."
"Yeah, but we can fix that," she replied. So after breakfast she had me
sit down at the kitchen table and got out her tweezers and began to thin
out my eyebrows. It really didn't hurt too much and we had a local FM
station playing on the radio so I really didn't pay too much attention to
what she was doing. Finally she leaned back from me and said, "Okay,
that's taken care of and you look ever so much nicer. Here, take a look,"
and she handed me a mirror. HOLY SHIT! She had done a lot more than just
thin them a little - they were now just these narrow arched eyebrows that
really emphasized my blue eyes and really changed the look of my face.
"But, uh, aren't they ..... uh ..... a little ..... uh, 'girlie'," I
blurted out.
"I don't think so, but if you want you can always let them grow back
out," Christine said.
At school the following Monday, I did get stares from a couple of the
guys, but a number of the girls came up to me and told me how much cuter
I looked with my eyebrows that way. And after a couple of days of
continually checking my "new look" out every time I walked past a mirror,
I decided that I rather liked what Christine had done and would keep them
that way.
One thing about sharing a bathroom with Christine - there's certainly no
lack of supplies. Like, when it was just Dad and me I'd keep the
bathrooms stocked with a couple of bars of soap, some deodorant, and
toothpaste. And the brands were whatever was on sale at the time. But
now? Well now the countertop is crowded with "natural" soaps, bubble
bath, hand and body moisturizer, body spritz and fragrances, gel cleanser
and night cream, organic shampoos and conditioners, facial blush and even
something called "Emu Oil" - whatever that is. Back when Christine was
pregnant there was also: organic nipple butter cream; belly prenatal
massage oil, organic body wash and glycerin bars - but all that stuff is
now stored under the sink.
So anyway, I'd taken my shower one morning and was looking at myself in
the mirror, trying to decide whether I should shave. It had been four or
five days since I had shaved and I was beginning to see a little light
blond "peach fuzz" on my cheeks. "Yeah, I should probably shave," I
thought to myself and reached for my razor, knocking over a bottle of
Christine's "Romantic Wish - Remember Me Body Spritz" in the process. And
as luck would have it, the top popped off and some spilled on the
countertop. I grabbed some Kleenex and began to wipe up the spill when
the fragrance from the spritz hit my nose. "Gee, doesn't smell too bad,"
I remember thinking. And I don't know why I did it but I took the wet
Kleenex and rubbed a little of the spritz on my arm. It didn't do much
other than make my skin appear a little shiny and softer. I kind of liked
the look so I rubbed on a little more, and then some more, and by the
time I was done my arms, legs and the parts of my body that I could reach
were all looking so nice and soft and I could smell the light fragrance
of the spritz coming from my body. When I came downstairs for breakfast
and walked into the kitchen and past June to get some orange juice, she
commented that, "My, Rob, you smell so nice this morning."
"I guess," I just replied. But ever since that first time I've been
experimenting with the rest of Christine's bath products and I've found a
couple that I really like so I've begun using them on a regular basis.
(To Be Continued)
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