This choice: Commit to nothing for now • Go Back...Chapter #50A Morning Pick-Me-Up by: rugal b.   You wake up the next morning and are at first surprised. This room is definitely not your room. In fact it is much bigger than your room you realize as you sit up. The ceiling is higher and the room itself is so spacious that it seems as if both your room and your brother's could fit inside of it. There are dressers, tables, a fancy desk, a nice entertainment system and a large sit down vanity. A nice bookshelf with many books -- some for study and others just to read -- stands against the wall to the left of the bed. A bed that is covered in the softest sheets and blanket and pillow you've ever encountered. On the other other side you see an open door next to it and a fancy bathroom through the doorway. Next to it is a walk-in large closet and you suspect, no you know, that one connects to the other.
Because this room belongs to Kristy Carlson, which would mean that it belongs to you, no?
With a yawn and a stretch you let your feet dangle over the side the bed before pushing yourself off and heading into the bathroom. Kristy's own private bathroom. First you head over to the sink to brush your teeth and take a moment to look once more at the girl reflected in the mirror. She's cute you realize, though not in the way that grabs attention like Bethany Turner. Nor is she the kind of stand out beauty like Chelsea Cooper and she certainly doesn't radiate an aura of imperious confidence like Amanda Ferguson. In fact, were you not inside her skin and inside her head Kristy would never strike you as being as well off as she is.
Though the pajamas you slip off as you head into the shower, cool and comfortable silk, might give her away.
Even up until you went to sleep you still had nerves and doubts but unclothed however and with her body on full display, you like where you are. Kristy has just a bit of baby fat but it's enough to make her well shaped and can't help but to hug yourself and appreciate how soft it makes her body feel. And you like how the water feels as it rains down onto you and slides down your body, over your curves and in between breasts that are a perfect handful ... and quite sensitive you find as you soap and scrub them along with the rest of your body.
In fact you'd restrained yourself last night and really had gotten changed and into bed not long after you'd arrived at your new home. You hadn't gone to sleep immediately though. You made a quick check of social media and messages from friends and then grabbed the book she'd been working through as Kristy likes to do about thirty to forty-five minutes of reading in bed before going to sleep if she can manage it.
So this is your first opportunity to get more familiar with her body and it's a lot more sensitive than you'd have thought as it reacts to the water and your scrubbing and the occasional bit of prodding though it's as you wash lower, past the hairs that Kristy keeps nice and trim and neat, that you experience just how sensitive she is. So sensitive that you yelp and pull back in shock. You're curious to know just what going further would feel like yet you're also feeling bashful, as if you would be disrespecting Kristy by messing around with her body like that.
But it's your body now, isn't it? Rather, you're Kristy now aren't you? You would be doing nothing Kristy herself hasn't done countless times before, even in the shower before school. Often in the shower before school, in fact, as it's quiet and solitary and everything just washes away. It can help wake her up as well if she's feeling especially tired, a bit of a morning pick-me-up she likes to think.
Your fingers, then, run down through the neatly trimmed hair and begin probing and rubbing. You search Kristy's mind to find images to help you. Boys that she thinks are attractive fill her mind, one especially... yet you're not so settled in to her that you're that comfortable with thinking of them. Instead you focus your mental attention on the girls she knows and as you think of and visualize each one and the things that might be fun to do your breath becomes sharper and faster, you whimper and moan and with one big vocalization you feel both exhausted and refreshed, taking a moment to catch yourself as the water cascades down your naked body.
It's thinking like this, viewing Kristy's friends in ways she never would, that makes you realize you it's probably better to spend at least the rest of the day getting integrated with your new identity. Focus on getting settled in before thinking about betas and who to turn into one or who to set up with one.
* * * * *
"... so I told him that if I see them in the music room the next time I come in for practice I'd break his stupid oboe over his even stupider head," says Susanna Stillwell in frustration.
It's before first period and she'd been relating a story of what she'd said to Douglas Watts in eighth period yesterday. Kristy, playing viola in the orchestra, had been present and watched her pull him aside but hadn't heard what exactly had gone down. It was a juicy story of her coming by in for her extra practice session first period and catching Douglas and his new girlfriend, April Schofield, getting intimate in the music room.
"As funny as that'd be you might have overreacted," you say. You hold your index finger and thumb close together. "Just a little bit."
"That's pretty normal for her," Diana Lord titters, "at least when it comes to her Holy Place."
It was an exaggeration on her part. Susanna, a clarinetist, takes the orchestra very seriously. She's a nice, fun girl to be sure but when one's been learning woodwinds since the second grade, is in both the regular and chamber orchestras, takes an individual practice class and is one of the apples of Mr. Emmett's eye it's only a slight exaggeration because Susanna takes the orchestra quite seriously and she's made no secret of her dream of going to Julliard.
"I don't need you laughing about it! I'm serious!" Susanna exclaims and that just causes Diana to go into a full laughing fit. Susanna can only look down as her face turns red.
"I know you're being serious," you coo sympathetically as you place an arm around her. "It's not your fault that some people are just so ... declasse," you say as you give Diana the smuggest look you can muster.
"The princess finally shows her true colors, huh?" asks Diana with mock offense.
"Finally?" you ask in faux surprise. "Diana, dear, I have always been a person of superior social standing."
"Yeah," comes Susanna's muffled voice before she lifts her head up. "Riff raff like us will never be able to measure to her superior Habsburgian breeding." She says as she pushes away from you and towards Diana, sticking her tongue out at you.
This causes the three of you to break into a giggling fit. Of Kristy's friends, Diana and Susanna are the ones she's known the longest; both since elementary school though Diana a little bit longer. As such she knows with absolute certainty that she'd can trust their friendship. Diana herself isn't hurting for cash as her father is the officer in charge of Fort Suffolk and even if he wasn't the Colonel would certainly never tolerate his daughter having designs like that.
Susanna, however, comes from a different stock as she lives in the, again you'll charitably say older, area west of the Hoover Shopping Center. Her family works hard and Susanna does as well with a job at Thrifty Nifties that she originally picked as its location meant it was quick to get to after school... and partly because of Kristy. When one of her clarinets had broken early last school year Kristy had offered to pay for a new one but Susanna would have none of it, insisting that she'd pay for it herself. She didn't want to be seen as leech she'd said though Kristy knew her well enough to know that it was probably as much pride and not wanting to be seen as a charity case as much as anything else that motivated her.
Her other friends are wonderful too though often have their own things going on too, especially early in the morning. So Kristy values these before school hang out sessions with her two oldest and closest friends and sees them, in a way, as another type of morning pick-me-up.
Though it's as the three of you are talking and laughing and other students come filtering in that you spot two people that fill Kristy with a rather complex set of emotions. One is Rae Crawford, an always stylishly dressed girl whose Instagram page has started to blow up in popularity. The other is a girl notorious around school for the trouble she gets into and the headaches she causes and whose presence has a tendency to trigger feelings of anxiousness in Kristy.
Alex Day. A girl who, in a way, is like a funhouse mirror reflection of Kristy herself.  You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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