how to make it.
Beth nodded and tugged on a pair of running pants. She stripped her socks off and stepped into a pair of sandals before grabbing her shower bag. She did a quick check to make sure she had shaving cream and a fresh razor. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, exactly, but she knew where she wanted to go.
Chapter 9
"Hey, Beth, right?"
Beth looked up at the blond girl in the locker room. She was wearing a towel that was cinched too high above her small breasts. The result left her crotch and ass on display. Beth wondered if she even wondered about the extra draft down below. Then again, she'd seen her wearing skirts short enough she was probably used to it. "Hi Heather. Yes, I'm Beth."
"Wow! I thought so but I wasn't sure. You look great!"
Beth glanced around. The only other women in the locker room were in the showers. "Um, thanks."
"I mean it! You've lost a lot of weight this year. How did you do it?"
"What? Oh, um, exercise and eating less crappy food," Beth said. It wasn't a lie, that was how she'd done it. Prior to this week. This week it had been a matter of hardly sleeping or eating much of anything. "Why, you're already skinny."
Heather snorted and untucked her towel. She unrolled it and held it in one hand while she turned around. "Hardly! My ass is flat and flabby and I've got muffin top."
Beth blinked and looked away. She didn't mention her boobs looked kind of sad and small, but at least she wouldn't have to worry about sagging for a long time. "Um, I think you look fine."
Heather tilted her head and shrugged. She wrapped her towel around herself again. "You didn't have, like, some kind of medicine or anything?"
"No. Exercise and diet."
The blond snorted. " Whatever. I don't have time to deal with that. You look great though. I mean, I bet with all the weight you lost you've got extra skin, but that'll tighten up in time, right?"
Beth sucked in a breath through her nose. She licked her lips and considered pulling her shirt off to shut her up. Her breasts had gotten smaller, but they were still watermelons compared to the grapes Heather had. Well, maybe grapefruit. Whatever.
"Oh man, and always worrying that if you're not counting calories you might gain it back. That would suck. I'm so glad I've got good genetics."
Beth shook her head. "Yeah, lucky you," she said before ducking out of the locker room and heading back to her room. She felt her face burning the entire way so she kept her eyes on the hall floor so no one would notice.
Back in her bedroom she dropped her shower bag on the desk and fell on her bed. She let her breathe out in a giant sigh followed by, "What the fuck is her problem?"
She shook her head and climbed out of bed. Her shirt and running pants hit the ground a moment later, leaving her nude in front of the mirror. She stared at herself and reached up to cup and then pull on her boobs. They were full and firm and pointing up. She didn't even have any stretch marks, which didn't seem right. She leaned towards the mirror and looked closer. She used to have stretch marks, where had they gone? Could they disappear? Be absorbed back in, maybe?
Beth shook her head. Whatever was happening to her, it was a good thing. The exercise was paying off, but she knew another week with only a few tasteless snacks each day wouldn't be enough. Heather might be a raging thundercunt, but she was right about one thing, Beth did need to be careful about gaining it back.
She shook it off and pulled Carla's panties back out. She bit her lip and slid them up her legs. She stopped and gasped at how the stiff material felt against her skin. She'd shaved herself bare. Not just the front, her obsessive compulsive nature kept her going and she stretched and contorted to shave every nook and cranny she could find. Her skin felt as smooth and soft as a baby. She'd been worried about the water, it was barely warm even when she cranked the hot all the way up. It lasted her
Beth nodded and tugged on a pair of running pants. She stripped her socks off and stepped into a pair of sandals before grabbing her shower bag. She did a quick check to make sure she had shaving cream and a fresh razor. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, exactly, but she knew where she wanted to go.
Chapter 9
"Hey, Beth, right?"
Beth looked up at the blond girl in the locker room. She was wearing a towel that was cinched too high above her small breasts. The result left her crotch and ass on display. Beth wondered if she even wondered about the extra draft down below. Then again, she'd seen her wearing skirts short enough she was probably used to it. "Hi Heather. Yes, I'm Beth."
"Wow! I thought so but I wasn't sure. You look great!"
Beth glanced around. The only other women in the locker room were in the showers. "Um, thanks."
"I mean it! You've lost a lot of weight this year. How did you do it?"
"What? Oh, um, exercise and eating less crappy food," Beth said. It wasn't a lie, that was how she'd done it. Prior to this week. This week it had been a matter of hardly sleeping or eating much of anything. "Why, you're already skinny."
Heather snorted and untucked her towel. She unrolled it and held it in one hand while she turned around. "Hardly! My ass is flat and flabby and I've got muffin top."
Beth blinked and looked away. She didn't mention her boobs looked kind of sad and small, but at least she wouldn't have to worry about sagging for a long time. "Um, I think you look fine."
Heather tilted her head and shrugged. She wrapped her towel around herself again. "You didn't have, like, some kind of medicine or anything?"
"No. Exercise and diet."
The blond snorted. " Whatever. I don't have time to deal with that. You look great though. I mean, I bet with all the weight you lost you've got extra skin, but that'll tighten up in time, right?"
Beth sucked in a breath through her nose. She licked her lips and considered pulling her shirt off to shut her up. Her breasts had gotten smaller, but they were still watermelons compared to the grapes Heather had. Well, maybe grapefruit. Whatever.
"Oh man, and always worrying that if you're not counting calories you might gain it back. That would suck. I'm so glad I've got good genetics."
Beth shook her head. "Yeah, lucky you," she said before ducking out of the locker room and heading back to her room. She felt her face burning the entire way so she kept her eyes on the hall floor so no one would notice.
Back in her bedroom she dropped her shower bag on the desk and fell on her bed. She let her breathe out in a giant sigh followed by, "What the fuck is her problem?"
She shook her head and climbed out of bed. Her shirt and running pants hit the ground a moment later, leaving her nude in front of the mirror. She stared at herself and reached up to cup and then pull on her boobs. They were full and firm and pointing up. She didn't even have any stretch marks, which didn't seem right. She leaned towards the mirror and looked closer. She used to have stretch marks, where had they gone? Could they disappear? Be absorbed back in, maybe?
Beth shook her head. Whatever was happening to her, it was a good thing. The exercise was paying off, but she knew another week with only a few tasteless snacks each day wouldn't be enough. Heather might be a raging thundercunt, but she was right about one thing, Beth did need to be careful about gaining it back.
She shook it off and pulled Carla's panties back out. She bit her lip and slid them up her legs. She stopped and gasped at how the stiff material felt against her skin. She'd shaved herself bare. Not just the front, her obsessive compulsive nature kept her going and she stretched and contorted to shave every nook and cranny she could find. Her skin felt as smooth and soft as a baby. She'd been worried about the water, it was barely warm even when she cranked the hot all the way up. It lasted her
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