Chapter 2. The Beginning
Fuck. Me. That wasn't a dream? But how in the world did I get bigger boobs and clear skin? For a 21 year old, how can I still grow boobs?
I have so many questions while I'm standing in front of the full-length mirror. Could it be because I lost my virginity? This is impossible, right? How can a person become prettier in exchange of... what did Aphrodite say again? It must be some metaphor about confidence.
I stood in front of the shower wishing to wash away my confusion. These questions are making my head hurt more. My head is already throbbing with so much alcohol last night. Plus, I'm already late for work. Maybe I just feel prettier and sexier because of the orgasms Aphrodite gave me last night. Just the thought of her makes me wet. I vividly remember how she kissed my sex. I touched my cunt in remembrance.
"Norah, you're already late for work," I whispered to myself in the shower. I idly wonder how I got home, as I don't remember telling her where I leave. I shoved the idea aside as the cold water hit me.
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I decided to take a taxi instead of the train because I'm already late. Jenna, my neighbor with night shift, mentioned something about the train not working today. I can't take the risk.
After giving the directions to the cab driver, I can't help but notice him checking my bust through his rearview mirror. I'm not used to getting attention, especially because I'm just a 32A. Or am I still? My bra doesn't feel comfortable though, and it's emphasizing my cleavage with the plunging floral dress I'm wearing.
I stared at my bust too then held them firmly with my hands. I squeezed them to feel how real they were. Then I rolled my thumbs over the exposed skin and squeezed again. I tried feeling my nipple through the sheer material of my dress and my bra. Even my nipple feels weird. That's when I remembered I have company.
"Oh please don't stop because of me," the cab driver winked.
I blushed and explained, "they just feel weird today".
"They look perfect to me. But maybe because I'm not seeing them entirely." The driver seems to be enjoying himself.
My good mood getting the better of me, "how about I'll show them and get a free ride this morning?" That line sounds familiar. I can't believe simple old me will say it.
He raised an eyebrow. "That's nice of you ma'am but the traffic this morning is bad. Maybe if my hands get to admire them, I'll be generous ma'am".
I laughed. Hmm, am I imagining it or even my laughter sounds nice?
I can't believe I'm negotiating my tits with the taxi driver. But it made me wonder how far we'd go. He's right though; fare at this hour is expensive. "what a generous man you are!" I said hearing the sarcasm in my voice. "I'm already late though. I don't think I have time to let you touch them."
"Hmm," he smiled his pearly whites at me. "what time is late, ma'am?"
I looked at the clock in his dashboard saying 8:27, "I have to get there by 9:30".
"Care to bet? I can get you at the back of your office building in 20 minutes. If I do, I'll have until 9:15 with them."
"Wow! And if you don't?" I know it takes 45 minutes from this part to our office at this time. Traffic is that bad, especially on a Monday morning.