Marzia Price wasn't a vain woman by any means, but every time she walked by a mirror, she couldn't help look at her reflection. She loved the reflection that stared back at her, a curvy, large-breasted, tanned ash-blonde who could turn heads whenever she walked into a room. Her lips were soft, pouty and kissable. Her ass had a provocative sway when she walked, her legs were long and shapely. Marzia was very proud of her 38C-24-36 figure and whenever anyone noticed, she felt fulfilled.
The reason for her narcissistic pleasure was that Marzia hadn't owned this body very long. Just 2 scant years ago, she had been dumpy and overweight, the kind of woman who wore runners and sneakers everywhere, except work. Then Marzia met
him
and everything began to change.
Phineas Blackstone was a promising young attorney who worked for the law firm at which Marzia toiled as a clerk. He had wavy, dark hair and piercing green eyes, the build of an athlete and a rich, husky voice. His laugh made her smile and every time he walked by, Marzia's heart went pit-a-pat. He always looked so impeccably dressed in his Brooks Brothers suits and he seemed to have a kind word for everyone, Marzia included.
Sadly, this didn't mean that he noticed Marzia in the way she wanted to be noticed. She wanted him to think of her as sexy, but that simply wasn't going to happen. She teetered near the 200 pound mark and did nothing to draw any attention to herself. Marzia wanted to go to bed with someone like "Finn" just once in her life and knew that to accomplish that goal; everything about her would have to undergo a drastic change.
All employees enjoyed full privileges at the company gym, so Marzia knew starting a workout regimen would not be a financial burden, although she would have to force herself, Marzia knew that. She hated exercising and had since she was a kid. It was the reason she was heavy although the rest of her female relatives looked like magazine centerfolds. They exercised frequently and she didn't. The other reason was her passion for food. Unlike many "foodies", Marzia didn't eat to cover up pain or inadequacies. She loved food, the aroma, the creation; the texture ... food was her passion. Now whenever Finn passed her desk and waved, she knew that she had a new passion.
Marzia's greatest fear was that her former passion would overcome her current passion. Her lovely cousin Selina put that issue to rest.
"You know that I'm a trained Chef and a Dietician," Selina said as they ate a fresh, large tossed salad that she had prepared for both of them. "If you're really serious about this, I'd be more than willing to help you out."
"Help me out? How?" Marzia asked.
"I owe you big-time for the 3 months you let me stay with you when Gary and I broke up," Selina told her cousin. "I'd be willing to prepare tasty, low-calorie meals for you until you get into proper eating habits. I think you're sincere about wanting to lose the weight, this is my way of supporting you."
"That'd be great Sel and I'm going to take you up on your very kind offer," Marzia grinned, giving her cousin a big hug.
"I'll go running with you too, if you like," Selina offered. Selina often teased her cousin that the main reason she liked to run was the admiring gazes her butt got when she did so. Selina was hot and loved to be looked at, she didn't care by which sex. Selina, like much of Marzia's family, played by her own rules. She was unconventional and didn't care who knew about it.
Over the next several months, Marzia's flab began to melt off. She still enjoyed food and she and Selina would occasionally treat themselves to pizza or some other decadence if they'd been particularly good that week. Marzia had a lot of money saved and she began to buy clothes that she previously would never have dared try. Some of her co-workers noticed the difference and made flattering comments, but the person that Marzia most wanted to notice hadn't said a word so far.
It took a while, but one afternoon, Selina and Marzia were out for a run. A passerby whistled and when the girls turned around, it was quite apparent that he was whistling at Marzia. She felt great about it, having achieved her goal of being sexy. She hugged her cousin and when she went home, she unwrapped some of the new clothes she'd had in storage for the past several months and laid them out on her bed, marveling at how beautiful her new wardrobe was and the fact she'd now be able to wear clothes that flattered her new physique.
It was a very new, very sexy Marzia who went into work the following Monday. On Saturday, she'd had her hair styled and streaked a bit more, had herself waxed and got some sun so her skin shone like burnished copper. Her 5'8" frame now stood atop 3" heels and she was wearing a snug blue dress that showed off the body she had worked so hard to achieve. Marzia felt very good about herself and as she worked, she knew she had more spring in her step. There was only one thing on her mind that day ... would Finn notice the changes and would it be enough to lure him to her bed?
Finn stopped by her desk just before the end of the day. "People have been telling me about the new Marzia and good Lord, they were right!" Finn told her. "You look fabulous Marzia, if I weren't engaged; I'd ask you out in a second!"
Marzia's heart sank. "Y-you're
engaged?
" Marzia felt her heart sink to her feet.
"Yeah, to Dahlia. She's the daughter of one of our largest clients, that's how we met. I envy the lucky guy who gets to be with you, the change is really impressive Marzia! Good for you!" Finn complimented her as he walked away.
At home, Marzia paced the floor. The OLD Marzia would have eaten a tub of ice cream, but she had moved beyond that. It still stung that she wouldn't get to have Finn, but she wasn't falling back towards her old habits. She kept looking in the mirror and admired herself too much to quit now. Plus, she knew Selina would kick her butt.
Friday night, she and Selina were sitting around her apartment, commiserating. Selina hugged her cousin close and smiled. "I'm proud of you for not going backwards cuz, but it is a damned shame you won't get to fuck your dream guy!" Marzia blanched a bit, Selina was far less inhibited than she. "Still, it's his loss. If I wasn't your cousin, I'd take you to bed in a heartbeat." Selina knew her cousin wouldn't take her seriously, but she actually meant it. She'd been harboring a secret girl-crush on her cousin ever since Marzia's newfound sexuality began to emerge.
Marzia flirted back. "If you weren't my cousin, I just might let you." She winked. Both girls laughed.
"Speaking of sex and getting laid sweetie, I DO have a friend who has been dying to ask you out. My friend has seen us running together a number of times and thinks you're really hot," Selina told her.
"Sure, why not? If I'm not going to be with Finn, I wouldn't mind going out with a hot guy ... this friend of yours is hot, right?" Marzia asked.
"VERY hot, only it's not exactly a guy," Selina said, biting her bottom lip.
"Another GIRL? You want me to go out with another GIRL?!" Marzia said, astonished.
"Why not? You know I'm bi and I sure wouldn't set you up with a dog. Her name's Holly and she's a CPA and really,
really
cute. She's bi too and she asked about my `hot girl cousin' and if you might be interested. I told her I'd ask and see. Babe, you couldn't go wrong having Holly as your first girl-girl experience, let me tell you that!" Selina sighed. From her tone, Marzia knew that her cousin had likely bedded the girl. What Marzia didn't know was that Selina really wanted to be her cousin's first lesbian experience, but Selina was sensible enough to know it wasn't about to happen. Better to ease Marzia into things at a slow pace to avoid panic.
Marzia thought about it. She had always found other women beautiful and it wouldn't be a bad thing to increase her options. She hadn't been a highly sexual person so far, the opportunities hadn't been there and now they were. Selina enjoyed the company of women and she was a happy, cheerful person. Why shouldn't Marzia follow her cousin's example?
Selina dangled a bit more bait. "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal. I have a date with my friend Alison this weekend; we're going to a local Country nightclub. Why don't you join us and I'll invite Holly as well. If you two hit it off, you can do your own thing, if not, it'll just be 4 girls sharing some drinks and some good music, okay?" Selina proposed.