Jennifer's cell phone rang - it was her sister, Joy. "Hey, Joy. What's up?"
"I got an interview with the company I told you about last week. I'm so excited! Is it OK with you guys if I come and stay for a couple days?"
"Of course, silly; you know you don't need to ask. When's the interview?"
"It's on Monday," Joy replied. "I thought I'd drive out this weekend so I'm relaxed for the interview, then I can dive back Monday afternoon."
"Great. Sounds like a plan," her sister answered. "I'm glad to hear a little enthusiasm in your voice. How's the depression been doing?" Joy had suffered with depression since she had a hysterectomy a year before. It had been pretty bad. Her marriage had already been on the rocks and her husband filed for divorce, which plummeted her even deeper into it.
"Well, the prospect of a better job and being able to move closer to you guys has definitely been a boost. Before that, though, it was pretty bad. The usual meds didn't seem to be doing much. A couple weeks ago I saw a different GYN, and mentioned it to her. She gave me some hormone cream to try out. It got estrogen and testosterone and something in it. By the second or third day I started to notice an improvement in my mood. That's when I connected with this company and sent my resume. I feel more energy, and I am sleeping better, I feel more like doing things, and my head is more clear. It really is helping!"
"Wow, sounds terrific! I'm so glad you're improving, sis!" replied Jennifer.
"Well, there is a downside, though. It makes me horny and wet all the time!"
Jennifer laughed.
"No, really, it's a problem, Jen. A couple of days I have had to wear panty liners because I'm so wet down there."
"Really?" Jennifer asked.
"No kidding! And I'm so hot-to-trot that I have to masturbate at least a couple times a day - one day four times. I actually bought one of those mini-vibrators that looks like a tube of lipstick, to carry in my purse."
"Oh, you're kidding me!"
"I kid you not. I'm very grateful that it has helped my mood so much. But, dang, I had to sneak to the restroom at work twice last week and use my new 'little buddy' on myself."
Jennifer giggled. "O...K...well I guess you'll have a hard time not rubbing one out while you're driving here."
"You're probably right," Joy giggled. "Gotta go for now - see you guys Saturday."
Joy and Jennifer were born less than two years apart; Jennifer first They looked very much alike, and as girls had enjoyed getting mistaken for one another at family gatherings. They still looked quite similar as adults - except mostly for hair color. Jennifer was blonde and Joy was brunette. And Joy's complexion was darker than Jen's, but they both had blue eyes. Their figures were similar enough that they could wear one another's clothing.
Neither of them had children - Joy because she never could, and Jennifer because she and Chad had been so career-minded. Jennifer was 37, and knew she didn't have long if they decided to try; but not this year.
"You did your hair!" Jennifer squealed when she opened the door to Joy. "When?"
"Just about a month ago. While I was still feeling so depressed, I went and got my hair cut and dyed. I wanted to find out if blondes really do have more fun!"
"I love it! C'mon, sit your stuff down. I made us an appointment at the day spa. I figured we'd have a girls' outing. I scheduled us each for mani-pedi, facials, and waxing. We need to get going to make the appointment." Looking over her shoulder, she called, "Bye Chad. We'll be back in a couple of hours."
The sisters got into Jennifer's SUV, and started the short drive to the salon. "So, how was the drive?" Jennifer asked with a silly grin. "Did you make it without having to use your little friend."
"Just barely," Joy answered. "I figured I could 'jill off' once I got to your house, but you made this appointment. This thing with the hormone cream is taking some getting used to. It really has helped the depression, and I'm sleeping better, but I feel as horny as I did when I was 19. The doc said to just put up with being wet all the time for now, and she might adjust the dosage again if that doesn't settle down. Meanwhile, I don't dare go to a bar or anything - I'm SO in need of a big, hot, stiff cock that I'm afraid I'd go home with just about any guy. It's so bad that I am looking at guys crotches all the time."
As they pulled into the salon parking lot, Jennifer said, "I think it's kind of funny. And you're right that this is definitely not the time to think about hooking up with a guy or guys. But I'm so glad the depression is lifting. OK, today's my treat. So it's all paid for. We're getting manicures, pedicures, facials, and everything waxed."
"Everything?"
"Yeah, eyebrows, underarms, legs, and bikini. You have enough growth for the waxing to work, or did you shave this week?"
As they walked into the spa, Joy answered, "No, I'm good. I haven't had a bikini wax for a long time, though."