Alex to Alina Chapter 12 The Morning After
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Chapter 5: All Work...
Almost immediately after swallowing the pills I had rushed back to my
room and relieved myself of my "tension". I don't remember much other
than a lot of moaning, but as soon as I was done, and panting on my bed,
the guilt had come rushing back, and I had quickly removed everything
from my body. I then devoted the rest of my afternoon to drying out a
set of my normal clothes.
I made sure to leave the pills, reddit, and lingerie to themselves, and
was scared to see what might happen if I drew to close to any of them.
I passed out that night exhausted, and woke the next morning feeling
refreshed, and immediately fought to keep those "weird" thoughts pushed
far from my mind. Which had proved to be quite the challenge in my
current smooth state. I even had to close my eyes while I took a shower
before work and I had intentionally averted my eyes whenever I crossed a
mirror.
But, having successfully made it through the morning, I found myself
pulling freshly dried clothes out of the dryer. I quickly shuffled
through the minimal amount I had dried and pulled out my work pants and
polo shirt.
I felt my heart skip -- instantly realizing I hadn't put any underwear
into the dryer. I cursed out loud to myself and doubted whether I had
done it on accident. I snatched up the clothes and went to my room,
feeling my heart race a little.
I reluctantly approached the dresser and opened the top drawer. Why did
women's underwear have to be so sexy? I carefully examined the contents
and spotted the simple black panties I had put on the other night. I
reached out, but found myself grabbing the pair next to them... They
were black, but not plain. They were lacy and had a pink satin ribbon
that laced up the back like a little corset... They were plain enough I
convinced myself.
I slipped them on with a little shiver and took it as a victory when I
refused to look in the mirror. I was pleased with myself until I saw the
matching bra. It was black, with pink straps and a little pink bow
nestled between the cups.
I picked it up carefully. It didn't feel padded to me. Just a simple
bra... Probably wouldn't even come close to showing under my think black
polo... That was all the convincing I needed. I slipped it on, and
headed for my clothes, enjoying the comfort of the bra, as it barely
felt like it was there.
I picked up and then shoved my smooth legs into my works jeans and
wriggled them up. I paused. Wriggled? Why did I have to wriggle? Why
were they tighter than I remembered? I smacked my head with a free
hand... Of course... I had thrown them in the dryer on hot while they
were still soaked in cold water. I was an idiot.
I squeezed into them and zipped up, successfully hiding my panties.
"See, nothing to worry about," I told my protesting inner voice.
However, I also also realized the tighter pants probably didn't help to
hide the shape of my derri?re.
I snagged my black polo with my name on it and put it on, enjoying the
feel as it slide over my bra. As it descended I picked up the distinct
scent of lavender and I sighed bitterly. I smelled like Felicia.
The shirt appeared to have shrunk as well, and despite my best effort it
didn't reach down to my belt. It instead sat above it a little, showing
just a hint of stomach if I shifted too much or bent over... I would
have to have very good posture this evening it seemed.
I checked to make sure my bra wasn't visible. "Didn't look much
different than my normal chest" I thought. Not realizing the soft curve
of the bra cups definitely had changed my extra skin from looking like
pecs, to looking like two cute little breasts.
I looked at myself in the mirror... Good God. Had I always appeared this
feminine? How had I never noticed this before? I tried to brush my long
bangs to the side to help break up the look, but it didn't do much to
assist.
I ignored my reflection, slipped my sneakers on, and headed for the
door. I sighed with relief as it snapped shut behind me. I had resisted
for almost a whole day, I rationed. Somehow deciding to ignore the fact
that I was wearing an incredibly sexy pair of panties and a cute bra
beneath my work clothing.
About half an hour later I pulled up to "Tom's Grocery" and parked. I
had been working here for years. After deciding stupidly that graphic
design wasn't for me about a month before college graduation, I switched
to being a food clerk full time out of necessity.
I wasn't happy with it, but it was temporary until I could get my bar
tending license and make enough tips to save towards a year of travel or
something. I figured as long as my life was in limbo, I may as well
enjoy it. Who knew, I was in no hurry to grow up... Maybe just out...
Besides now, being single and all, I figured bar tending would be a
great way to pick up chicks. I missed the irony in the fact that, as I
thought of all the women I'd hit on, I was absentmindedly adjusting my
bra strap so my little titties felt better in their cups.
I jumped out of my car and without incident, found my way inside and to
the cash register. I didn't even have to deal with getting reprimanded
for skipping a shift the night before. I silently thanked Eric as I
strapped on my work apron and flicked the light on for my aisle.
I fell into my normal routine, and for several hours I used the loud
beep of food products ringing up as a kind of zen. This forced me to
spent my shift thinking of nothing, which I felt I kind of needed. My
mind never even considered that dressed as I wasmm someone might figure
out my my secret... Well, my Victoria's Secret... I giggled at my god
awful joke despite myself.
But truth be told I found this strange, why was I so comfortable with
this? Why wasn't I worried about it?
"Miss?" I heard and snapped out of my daze.
"Huh?" I muttered, looking at an older woman in front of me holding up
several expired coupons.
"Will you take these still?" she asked.
I tried to ignore what she had just called me and muttered "Sure." She
smiled happily at me. I just smirked back.
I checked my watch, noticed the time, and flicked off my aisle light. As
the old lady left, a stocky teen stepped up as the last customer of the
night. He slammed down a couple bottles of Mountain Dew onto the
conveyor and stared at me. He looked like a little punk. Who still wore
their hat backwards?
"Paper or plastic?" I asked without enthusiasm.
"How old are?" he retorted.
"I'll use plastic," I responded, and rang up the soda.
"How old?"
"25," I shot back as I threw the soda in the bag and took his cash.
"25?" he eyeballed my with a raised eyebrow. "Huh, that's okay. I like
older women."
"Well then you're definitely not gonna like me, buddy," I spat back,
throwing the bag into his hands and heading for the break room.
As I left him in my wake, I heard him wolf whistle at my back. I quickly
scanned the area around the store, grateful that nobody was close enough
to hear.
I grumbled as I entered the break room and grabbed my stuff from my
locker. Why had nobody told me this? If a teenage boy, who did nothing
but stare at women all day and compare them, thought I was a chick, Who
else had thought so in my past? This had been a very bizarre week.
I threw my work apron into my locker and slammed it as my buddy Eric
walked in, prepping to work the night shift. Eric was a good dude,
fairly tall and muscular, his current girlfriend Miranda always poked
fun at him by calling him Ryan Gosling's weaker, stunted, and less
glamours, younger brother. It was a wonder he kept her around.
Eric was in a similar boat to me in the work situation, but more by
devoted choice -- the guy worked night shifts to help cover bills while
he trained to become a cop on the side. He also helped support Miranda,
whom he had been seeing for several years now.
I nodded at him as he walked in, and I watched in surprise as he did a
double take and stopped.
"Hey... What's... What's up man?" He regained his composure quickly,
"You feeling better I assume?"
"Looks like," I lifted my shoulders and shrugged. I saw Eric's eyes
flicker down to my briefly exposed stomach. He quickly pretended he
hadn't done so.
"Well," he stated, "I told them Felicia broke up with you and locked you
out of your apartment, so don't bring her around here until you mention
to someone you're back together."
I chuckled, at least half the story was true.
"Thanks man," I stated. "Actually, that's not far from the truth."
"Oh shit," he seemed genuinely concerned, "Sorry to hear that, Felicia
was a hotty. And if it makes you feel any better, Miranda always thought
she was a bitch -- Her words, not mine."
"Uh... Yeah." I muttered.
"You wanna help me before you go? I gotta snag the ladder off the back
wall." He pointed back down the hallway he had come from.
"This count as the favor I owe you for covering me?" I asked snakily.
"Ha! Not even close man."
We headed down the hall to the back room as he tied his work apron
around his waist. We chatted a bit about the weekend then walked into
the storage room. Eric snagged two chairs and slid one to me. He looked
up at the metal ladder dangling from a chain and two hooks on the
ceiling.
Eric sighed grumpily, "The fact that we basically need a ladder, to get
this ladder, seems counter productive to me."
I laughed and pushed my chair against the wall, we both stood up and
reached up for it on either side.
I stretched upwards, my fingers barely grasped the bottom. I didn't know
it, but this position was doing nothing to hide my secret. My chest was
pushed out and my bra was tightly pushing into my shirt. And as I stood
up on my toes my butt popped out sexily.
"Got it dude?" Eric asked, struggle a little himself.
"Almost." I muttered. I thought nothing of it as I stretched further and
felt my shirt slowly ascend to reveal my tight smooth tummy.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Eric finally turn to look at my
progress. He paused and stared as I struggled, he looked like he was
about to say something but stopped himself.
I finally snagged the ladder and tugged it out, Eric slowly followed
suit. We jumped down and set it on the ground.
Eric averted his gaze and kept his eyes locked on the ladder.
"Uh... Yeah... Thanks... Have a good night..."
"Yeah. See ya."
I hurried out of the room and quickly entered the back parking lot,
feeling the fresh cool air hit me. As soon as the door closed behind me
I paused, exhaling loudly. I had almost been caught... And it was
exciting!
I looked down at my waist line beyond my heaving chest. Just the tiniest
hint of panties could be seen above the belt. Great, you idiot, I
thought, while simultaneously smiling.
I watched my chest rise and fall for a bit, catching a little glimpse of
bra if I looked down the buttons on my shirt. I quickly unbuttoned them
all, until all four where open to my just above my breasts. Then I
adjusted the straps on my bra, pulling my little titties up enough to
create some visible cleavage.
Then, I reached down and gently grabbed the band of my panties and
tugged a little, pulling the band up past my belt a bit and showing a
little pink ribbon in the back. Sexy!
I headed for my car, hoping I got home before I had to pull over and
finish something. I giggled as I unlocked my door and crawled in, making
sure to plant my little booty in first and give it a wiggle on the
leather.
Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, the drive home was long, and after
being stuck in traffic for an hour, I slowly faded back to feeling
foolish, and as I did so, I put my "boobs" back down to normal and tried
to avoid looking at anyone. When I did get home the excitement had
passed, but I still felt somewhat horny despite myself. This was
dangerous territory, when I got horny these instincts seemed to come
crashing in, and make me do stupid things like take that damn birth
control pill.
I shuddered, what had I been thinking? Thank god two weren't going to
mess me up. This game had to stop, this was not the way to deal with
depression. And I realized that's what it was. I was hollowed out, and
this was a major distraction to keep my mind off of that while
simultaneously discovering a fetish I never knew I had. It had
definitely been bad timing.
I stepped out of my car and walked up to my mailbox. I opened it up to
find a large white package inside. I didn't remember ordering anything.
I pulled it out and noticed a rush delivery shipping label on it. And
above that, the Victoria's Secret logo...
God dammit. What had drunken me done now?
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