With a few tentative sips from the searing hot cup of tea I begin to head back towards the mess I had made in the living room. My face scrunches up as I taste the hot bitter liquid, the astringent liquid sending a shudder down my spine. Taking quick short breaths I try to cool down my mouth and to ease the bitter taste ravishing my tongue.
"What the..." I mutter, panting as I place the mug down on the small coffee table. "First chocolate, now tea..." I murmur, trailing off my mind racing as I slowly begin to come to a new conclusion. "I didn't swap tongues or anything like that, fashion taste maybe but not taste taste" I start back up, heading over to the sopping wet clothes and bundling them up in my arms.
I begin to quickly race through the apartment, running the dropping pile of clothes towards the tiled bathroom as they leave a trail of rainwater behind me. As the water begins to seep into the lower half of my shirt I glance around, spotting my drying towel as an idea hits me. One by one I begin to whip the items over the top of the shower, watching the water slowly drip into the bathtub below.
"Maybe...I lost my pallet..." I whisper, returning to the living room as I continue thinking about my tastes. "I didn't like green tea when I was younger, and loved sugar so..." I say, slowly reasoning my way through things as a worried and nervous smile spreads across my face. "I suppose this'll take some getting used to" I continue, looking to the kitchen as I start to think about cooking something to eat and wonder what I would even enjoy eating now.
With food sitting on the back burner I return to the couch, separating out the clothes by type and trying my best to fold them into manageable states. The work goes by well until I reach the bras, lacking the experience to know exactly how to get these ready to be put away. "Do I just...throw them in the dresser?" I ask myself, picking up one of the plain-looking purple bras.
Blushing a little as I hold it up I glance down at my unrestrained chest, looking at the fatty lumps on my chest tenting out the baggy shirts and sagging just ever so slightly. "I should...at least try right?" I ask again, reaching down to my neck as I try to pull my slightly wet shirt up and over my head. While getting the shirt one was easy, removing it was strangely difficult, my old method of just tugging it up and over via of collar leaving me half-naked and struggling to get it up and over. With a huff I let it drop back into place, remembering how my old girlfriends had disrobed. "Can't believe I..." I grumble, reaching for the bottom hem of the shirt as I pull it up. I'm immediately hit with the subtle chill of my apartment as more and more of my skin becomes exposed to the open air. Before long I manage to get my head out of the shirt before quickly sliding my slender arms out of the holes, leaving me standing in the living room in only a tight pair of black panties.
"Alright, Mia...you can do this. I mean how hard...can...it...be" I mutter, attempting to encourage myself as I grab the purple bra once more and begin to wrangle it into position. For a second my breath is knocked out of me, the weight that had once been hanging freely from my chest and straining my back quickly shifting up and digging into my shoulders. The large pale orbs that had been consuming the periphery of my vision becoming somewhat encased and supported by the comfortable purple fabric, a section of jiggling pale flesh still visible through the top.
However, try as I might I simply can't get the hooks in place. I struggle for minutes at a time, grunting and groaning as I painfully tug and wrestle with the unseen foe. Eventually I give up, letting the bra drop a little as the weight suddenly returns to where I was used to it.
"Fuck..." I squeak, my eyes darting around as if searching for a solution. "I need to get this...otherwise..." I whimper, worrying how it would look for me to be a girl who can't even get dressed.
Suddenly my eyes go wide, a look of recognition forming on my face. Without another word I spin the bra around to my side, sliding my arms out of the straps and lowering it a little so I can see the hooks. With the visual aid I quickly snap the hooks in place before slowly rotating it back around and sliding it up. Exhaling sharply I grab my breasts, manhandling them into the cups as I choke back a soft moan at the sudden violent manhandling. Finally I slide my arms into the straps, inhaling deeply as I feel the material dig into my shoulders as it supports the massive weight of my new chest.
I can't help but grin ear to ear, staring down at my cavernous cleavage and jumping a little as I watch it wobble inside the dark purple cups. "Nothing...Nothing to it" I pant, a little out of breath after my struggle, proud that I had overcome this silly little challenge. Standing by the couch I look down that the shirt laying on the couch, not quite wanting to put it back on while I revel in my victory and the reward of seeing my rack in this delicious new state. However, as I look back at the kitchen window I let out a sigh, deciding it'd be best to get dressed to avoid any accidental frustration while I worked about the apartment.
As I pull the shirt over my head I can't help but grin with a sense of pride, watching as my newly supported boobs tent out the shirt even more than before. "Knockout" I chuckle nervously, grabbing up the remainder of my clothes into one large pile before heading out to the bedroom.
As I begin to head to the bedroom I pause, my eyes glancing to the side of the coffee table where I had dropped the bedding. With a little sigh I begin to kick the plush bags of pillows and blankets, slowly making my way over to the poor excuse of a bedroom with everything I needed. Reaching the room I leave the bedding piled up by the door haphazardly, wanting to get it done last.
Climbing over the bed, the drying pussy juice and sweat still visible from my earlier exploration, I sit next to the cheap dresser. The black Ikea knockoff barely fits in between the bed and the far wall, though there was not much space to put it anywhere else. Placing the clothes on the bed I try to move the dresser a little, finding the whole thing far lighter than it looked and very indicative of its price. I easily lift it from between the bed and the wall, shifting it down to the foot of the bed as I kick the duffel bag to the side. "Not a lot of walking space..." I mutter, wriggling between it and the bed "But it's...better...I think."
Returning to the clothing I begin to separate it again; Tops, Pants, and Underwear. My jaw drops as I look over the clothes, my head hanging low as I cradle it in my hands. "Socks...I forgot socks" I mumble disappointedly, realizing I had missed an essential item in my haste.
With a deep and pained sigh I begin to pile away the small wardrobe I had accumulated into the dresser, quickly approaching the limit of the small piece of furniture capacity. "Next week" I mutter, my shoulders slumping "Next week socks."
As I turn to leave the bedroom I spot the bedding, another deeper sigh echoing through the room as I shuffle over to the lovely dark sheets. Sitting at the edge of the bed I begin to unpack it all, sliding the pillows into new black cases and the blanket partway into the purple and red cover. Even as I groan at the work my lips curve into a giddy smile, my heart soaring at the sight of my pretty new sheets.
Finally the time arrives to get the fitted sheet on. I attempt to hold the whole thing up, but my shortened stature and arms struggle to get it all off the floor. "Fuck...how did I used to..." I mutter in deep thought, trying to remember how I made my bed before I could easily maneuver my arms around the whole bed. Taking the bottom half I tuck the sheet deeply up the mattress before moving to the other end. With quite a bit of the struggle I begin to tug and wrestle the top half in place, loosening the bottom half slowly as I strain to tuck in the top half. After several minutes of struggling a slump back onto the bed, feeling the weight of my breasts knock the wind out of me as I run my bare arms and legs up and down the clean and smooth sheet.
"I...I can do anything...old me could" I pant, catching my breath. I lay there for a moment, rolling to my side as I take the pressure off my chest and enjoy the soft bed beneath me. However, as I lay there I see the blanket, only half of which was in the cover. Sliding over I begin to fiddle with it, trying to work out how to get the whole thing in.
"Usually I'd just grab the top end, hold it up and shake it out" I mumble, remembering how I changed my sheets earlier in the week. "But...I don't think I quite have the height for it" I say with a little giggle, writhing on the bed as I feel just how much short I was in comparison to the single bed. Suddenly I get an idea, one that could put my smaller stature to a benefit. Creeping forwards I climb partway into the cover, taking the blanket in my hands and pushing it up to the top end. Completely within the cover I can't help but giggle, feeling like a kid again as I explored my bedding before I slowly begin to wriggle out. With each shunt backwards I smooth out the thick wool blanket, making it nice and even all the way through before finally exiting the covers and closing it up from the bottom.
Smiling a big toothy grin I pull the blanket over me, getting it into position over the bed as I revel in its comforting weight. "Okay...I'll admit...this feels nice" I whisper, wriggling down under the warm blanket as I get cozy.
Before I can rest for too long I'm roused from my rest by the sound of my stomach growling. I begin to blush intensely at the sound, finding it extremely loud considering how small I was now. Groaning at the thought of leaving the bed I slowly climb out from under the covers, bundling up the packaging before heading back to the kitchen.
A slight satisfied grin grows on my pink lips as I dump the bedding's packaging in the new bin, the sense of progress and making this place a home filling me with joy.
As I enter the kitchen I begin to shuffle about aimlessly, pulling out the new sharpener and one of the nicer knives from the drawer. Without a second thought I begin to sharpen the blade, my hands moving quickly and entirely on instinct as they rapidly slide the blade along the rough surface of the sharpener. I watch in awe as the dull blade actually begins to glisten in the light from the window, a fine layer of metallic powder building up along the sharpener.
Almost as soon as I had started my hands come to a stop, leaving me to put the sharpener on the counter and the knife in the block. "Not on the counter it's...really sharp" I mutter to myself, worried about cutting myself on the blade.
Continuing my search around the kitchen I pull out the small fry pan, glancing at it for a moment before dropping it onto the stove top with a shrug. Continue around I begin to bundle up more and more essentials on the kitchen counter. Olive oil, garlic, onion, canned tomato, chickpeas, eggs, and an inordinate amount of spices.
Grabbing out the chopping board from under the knife drawer I begin to set out my work. Even through my obvious discomfort and nerves my hands are as steady as they can be, taking the knife from the block and dicing the onion and garlic into a fine mince before adding them to the frying pan with oil. The kitchen begins to smell like a dream as I begin to pour unknown amounts of spices into the pan to cook with the oil, my movements only pausing momentarily for when something tells me I need to add a little more paprika and chili. As the room fills with the sound of sizzling oil and flavorful spices I drop in a full can of chickpeas and tomato, boiling it down and softening the firm legumes.
"Bakelite handle?" I mutter under my breath, running my slender hand along as my other hand turns on the oven beneath the stove top. Spinning in place I head to the fridge, grabbing out an egg before cracking it into the pan of thickened tomatoes. In one swift motion I whip the pan off the stove top, turn off the stove, open the oven, and slide the fry pan inside.
As I close the oven door I take a deep breath, my heart racing in delight and excitement after my short burst of cooking. "Was cooking always this...fun?" I mutter, smirking as I look at the food slowly cook in the oven.
In the downtime I take the dirty utensils to the sink, dumping them into the basin before pausing. "Soap...I need dish soap too" I groan, flinging my head back and running my hands through my short butterscotch hair in frustration.
Suddenly I'm snapped from my annoyance by a knock at the door, my heart skipping a beat as I quickly begin to wonder who it could be.
"Excuse me! Is this Mia's apartment" a muffled female voice calls out from behind the front door.
Inching my way closer I hear the person knock a few more times, calling out again as I reach the heavily locked sturdy wooden door.
"This is Benjamin's sister, Molly, he said he met you earlier?" the muffled voice continues, referring to the young man I had met earlier.
"Oh...uh...just a second" I squeak, fiddling with the locks before creaking the heavy door open.
Peeking out through the gap in the door I quickly adjust my glasses, adjusting to the dim lighting of the hallway and opening the door more as I see a woman in her early twenties with...
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