Before long, I was standing outside, in front of the FUP Administration building I had entered just about an hour ago, a light sweat sheen having found its way onto my olive skin. From the sun and its abrasive heat or from the invigorating sexual sensation of what I had just experienced? I had no idea, not that it particularly mattered. I had done it. I had really done it, before the sun could even set on my 21st birthday.
With one last look at the building, I began walking as I stared down at the "Provider Starter Pack" the woman at the register, whose name I now knew was Shanti, handed me after vetting Leon's approving notes. I pursed through the pack with clinical focus, noting the essentials that the administration thought would be important in making use of my recently earned FUP permit. Or of others making use of my FUP permit, I thought to myself, with a sly smile. The idea of being used anytime, anywhere, anyhow. It... it turned me on like nothing else. I wasn't given this hand-sculpted body for nothing. I would put it to use, I thought, the warm tingling feeling returning to my lower abdomen and groin area.
The first thing I saw in the starter pack was a small collection of flavored, ribbed condoms. That's a no-brainer, I suppose. At least they consider my enjoyment too, I thought, pursing through the various flavors and curved, raised, and grooved rubbers. But... lemon? Seriously?
The next thing I saw was a three-by-four tab of 100% assurance birth control pills. Another no-brainer, in the event I was interested in getting my womb filled up and made the choice to have my pussy flooded with sperm as I get pounded ruthlessly without any stoppi-- okay, maybe I'm getting a little too ahead of myself, I laughed with a red blush. I continued walking before I paused, laughing again, an ugly belly laugh that anyone walking by would have raised an eyebrow to, having recalled that I technically wouldn't be the one making that choice. It would be the decision of whoever was using me. The warm bloom in my stomach only grew, a trickle of my aforementioned sweat trickling down my ever so slightly pulsating labia. Either way, I'd be enjoying it, that's for sure.
The last two things I saw were inarguably the most important. First, I saw my FUP permit, containing my provider information. It didn't have anything useless like my address, signature, or stupid organ donor status. It did have some... other pertinent information however... as I looked to the right of my permit picture, a high-definition image that did surprisingly well to capture my tan skin, prominent beauty mark, perched nose, big, brown eyes, and the dimples I loved.
Name: Marzanna (Mara) da Cunha Ethnicity: Latin(a), Brazilian
Age: 21 Permit Acquired: 6/22/24
Breasts: 34D Ass: 38' circumference
Waist: 24' Rank: Novice
Finally, I saw the plaque that would track my provider record, its metallic heft sitting primly on my palm. The upwards-facing green triangle and downwards-facing red triangle, alongside the shiny LED screen with the number [000] displayed on it, were even brighter from close up. In the reflection of the screen, I saw my face, my resolve having only grown, as I placed the plaque on the upper right corner of my top, the adhesive on the back holding it in place, resting comfortably right above my right areola and nipple.
Well, having sorted that out, I had some thinking to do. What now? I was so caught up in the excitement that I completely forgot to plan what I'd do after receiving the permit. Well, if there was one day to forgive myself for being slightly shortsighted, I suppose today would be the day. I put the starter pack items back into the bag they came in and looked up from the plaque on my chest. I had found myself about 10 minutes from the administration building, my aimless walking as I went through my new belongings having brought me to a relatively busy street, an assortment of boutiques, cafes, and clothing stores, filling my sight.
Well... I should treat myself, right? It is my birthday after all. I guess there are two things worth commemorating today. Let a girl ball out from time to time!
I made my way to the second closest clothing store to where I was standing, the laced corset visible on the mannequin through the shop's rose-tinted windows having caught my eye. Plus... there has to be someone who's gonna be in need of a FUP provider in there, right?
When I was inside, my eyes quickly drifted to the lingerie corner, a lightbulb going off in my head. I did need to expand my lingerie assortment after all, especially if I wanted to be the level of accommodating provider I was gunning to be. With my assets I knew, a little bit of sexiness would go a long way. Once in the section, I made a quick mental list of items I'd need to acquire, including two lacy, floral thongs, at least one strapless neck collar, and lastly a handful of g-strings, to allow for ease of access. The thought of a pair of hands slowly pulling the g-string to the side, parting the channel for a tongue to explore my vaginal cavity as my juices flow freely took over my mind. That's settled then! I head over to the section in the back-right corner of the store, taking a look around the colorful, multi-sized, multitude of styles around me.
A voice rang out behind me.
"Need any help?"
I did a quick do-over of the employee who had posed the question to me. He stared at me at my eye level, his light blue eyes staring deep into mine. A head full of wavy brown surfer-boy hair topped his 5'8 frame. We were the same height, not that I cared. He had an attractive face, skin just a tad lighter than mine, a chiseled nose, and killer eyebrows, contributing to an overall complete, well-maintained look. I read the nametag on his brown and white checkered flannel. Brian. At the same time, he very clearly took in the plaque, resting on the corner of my top, angled up at a nearly 45-degree angle due to being pushed by my boobs under the top.
