A Cheeky New Relationship
Chapter 5 - A Big Day for a Big Booty
[Emily, Lacey]
“Today is all about you, Dakota…” Emily said quietly, cupping the outside curvature of her sizeable, round ass cheek between thick, heavy breaths of humid oxygen. She mopped the accumulating sweat from her forehead as the exercise bike’s distance count ticked up to 5 miles.
“Please, Emily.” Dakota’s voice rang in Emily’s head. “You’re hurting me…this has to stop.”
“Stop?? So soon?” Emily huffed in playful disbelief. “ We’ve only got two more to go, you big baby!” She said with a victorious smirk, hunkering down and pedaling quicker. “I mean…I know you’re already huge…but don’t you wanna get even bigger and stronger?”
Emily turned up the volume on her music, the female pop-star’s peppy and girly vocals effectively drowning out Dakota’s cute but annoying complaining. She wasn’t going to let her new butt distract her from getting her cardio in! Dakota was always fit and trim. It must have been hard for him to be so round and jiggly, the least she could do was work to build the muscle under all that glorious jiggle! Honestly, she was doing him a favor.
The fan on Emily’s exercise bike finally began to slow, its high-pitched hum lowering in pitch and strength until it was gone. She stepped off the bike, her damp upper thighs sticking momentarily to the tiny bike seat. For a moment, Emily considered how funny it would have been if instead of jumping into Lacey’s thong, Dakota had jumped into this bike seat, doomed to shoulder the burden of heavy, cycling booties day in and day out.
‘It could have been so much worse for him…but I think things worked out perfectly as they should have..’ Emily beamed as she dabbed perspiration from her forehead, cheeks, and chin, grabbing a fresh rag from a nearby stack to clean the wet bicycle seat before moving on to some cooldown stretches
“You’re going to get all the attention you deserve…from me…from every smitten boy…and every jealous girl here.” Emily said, laying out a foam exercise mat. She dropped slowly to her knees and brought her forehead down. As she arched her back, Emily felt the undersides of her cheeks exposed as the tight, short orange shorts had no choice but to ride up. At that moment, she felt a strange tickle in her brain. She didn’t know what it was but she knew it had something to do with her brand new booty.
“Can you see everyone staring at you?” Emily asked sweetly, looking over her shoulder to one of the gym mirrors so that she could properly see Dakota.
‘My ass really is friggin’ huge.’ Emily thought with a toothy grin. ‘Imagine if he ended up becoming a booty that wasn’t this padded. He’s actually incredibly lucky.’
She found it funny how most girls taking butt selfies for Instagram have to stand all stupid to make their butt look bigger. Jutting out a leg, arching a back. Angling the camera just right. The curvy teen was grateful that no optical illusions were necessary to demonstrate the sheer size and magnitude of her epic cheeks. She stood normally, her feet shoulder-width apart with no silly arch in her back, and her booty popped as it always did.
“Can you see YOURSELF?” Emily asked. “Awww…..why aren’t you talking? It’s not as fun when you don’t talk.”
“I can’t see anything…” Dakota mumbled.
“Oh, duh! It’s cause of the shorts covering your cute face. I can help with that!” Emily cheerfully pepped, hiking her shorts up and bunching the nylon material into her crack.
“How about now?” Emily asked, gushing over her own huge ass. “Awwwww…isn’t she so big and cute? Just look at the way she jiggles!”
Emily was learning a lot about this new arrangement between her and Lacey’s boyfriend. She had decided on the way to the gym that it didn’t make sense to think of Dakota as a boy anymore.
‘I mean…unless that big friggin’ bulge is hidden somewhere in one of my butt cheeks…’
Emily knew the idea was silly. That sexy bulge was long gone just like the rest of what Dakota was.
‘...and if you’re gonna be a girl’s butt, that basically makes Dakota a girl now, too!’ Emily concluded, confident in her flawless logic.
“Alright! Alri–alright! I can see!” Dakota breathed in sharply. “Please stop!!” Dakota whimpered, his voice quivering and cracking as the nylon material bunched up into her crack. She liked the rough sensation of material between her big, plush cheeks but she recognized that it might not be as enjoyable for poor ol’ Dakota.
Emily had to remember that her big ol booty had feelings now too! But even so, a butt’s feelings should never come before the pretty girl who owns it…no matter how big and sexy it is!
She rolled over onto her back, giggling at the “oof” sound her booty made in her head as it compressed into the mat. She then pulled each of her knees up to her chest, savoring the stretch and also the sensation of the fabric in her crack.
Her mind compared the situation to the movie trope of a captured hero tied to a chair with a strand of cloth tied around their head that passes through their lips. It immediately elicited a long, attention-grabbing laugh as the analogy inevitably led the immature teenage girl to view her big butt cheeks as Dakota’s cheeks and the cleft they created that was now effectively “gagged” by the mesh orange shorts was Dakota’s mouth.
“Are you okay, miss?”
Emily covered her red face with both hands as she tried to hold back her girlish giggling. She composed herself enough to reveal her face and sit up, noticing that most of the gym patrons were staring.
“I’m fine! I’m fine!”
She accepted the strong, handsome man’s hand and he effortlessly pulled her up. Her heart raced at the sensation of her small soft hand enveloped in his, his strength apparent and his callouses tough. She wondered what it would feel like to have that tough, strong hand manhandling Dakota.
“You sure you’re okay?” The strong, handsome man asked.
She considered getting his phone number. He was pretty hot, after all, and she’d seen the way he was looking at her just like all the other boys there.
‘He could get in my pants…’ Emily thought, “...but not like how Dakota did!’
“Yup! Perfect. I think we’re just gonna go.”
The teenager had mostly calmed down until she unintentionally used the word ‘we’ instead of ‘I’. The giggling started all over again as she walked out the door, leaving the strong, handsome man shaking his head in confusion, but she didn’t even need to turn around to know that he was checking out her ass. The thought of this strong alpha unknowingly admiring the shake and jiggle of what was actually another man…well…former man…had her quite amused as she pulled the orange fabric out of her crack and stretched the tight material down over her big, bouncing cheeks.
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As soon as the orange mesh shorts fell down around her knees, Emily could feel that same strange sensation tingling through her cheeks that she’d felt earlier in the gym when she gave herself that wedgie.
And then she heard Dakota’s voice become frantic.
“Please Emily! Please don’t do this! Not while I’m in here! Not while I’m…it’s evil! Please!”
“Oh my god, stop being such a complainer!”
Emily’s voice echoed off the tiled walls and floor as she plopped her bare bottom down on the cold seat. The teenager felt a familiar shiver run down her spine as she answered nature’s call. She’d drank a lot of water while at the gym, after all.
She heard her phone let out a single buzz from her purse. It was a text message from her friend Casey.
U here yet? We ordered for you
Emily’s fingers glided over the screen of her phone as she typed a response:
Yup! In the bathroom. Gotta change.
“You don’t even have anything to do with this anyway.” Emily said, looking down in admiration of the way her large ass spilled over the edges of the toilet seat.
“That must be a weird angle, huh? Probably never thought you’d be looking down into a toilet like this. Poor girl, can you even see anything down there?” Emily asked, looking down. She realized that her chubby thighs were pressed together and assisted her ample bottom in making a perfect seal over the bowl.
“Let there be light.” Emily joked as she parted her thighs enough to allow the dim light of the bathroom stall to enter the previously pitch-black bowl of water beneath Emily’s large bare bottom.
“Emily…this is so humiliating..please.”
‘Poor Dakota is definitely NOT going to be a fan of what comes later tonight…’
She immediately felt the strange tingling sensation again!
It was at this moment she realized what it was. It happened when she hiked her shorts up into a wedgie in her crack. It happened when she pulled her orange shorts down to tinkle. And now it happened again when she spread her thighs enough for some light to enter the toilet bowl.
‘It’s Dakota looking around. THAT’S the tingling feeling!’ Emily thought with amusement as she wiped. ‘My new butt is checking out the scenery.’
“Well, it may not be much of a view now…the inside of the toilet bowl while I’m going pee…kinda boring probably...” Emily said out loud to Dakota as she set her purse in her bare lap, “...but you’re going to have a totally unobstructed view after the girls and I are done eating, don’t you worry!”
Emily removed from her purse a neon-green two-piece thong bikini and held it up to her eye line.
“Oh god, this is gonna look so friggin’ cute.” The teenager gushed, freeing her sock-clad feet from her sneakers.
Emily pulled the neon green thong up her legs to rest at her horizontal thighs and stood up, collecting the bunched up orange mesh at her ankles and returning it to hug her hefty cheeks.
“Are you ready to go see the girls? I wonder if our food is at the table already. Wouldn’t that be great?”
Dakota remained silent, the sensation of him looking around having faded once the orange blindfold was properly secured over most of his body. The teenager waited for a response from Dakota but he was giving her the silent treatment again, apparently.
“I guess there’s a lot of new stuff we’ll both have to get used to.” Emily said out loud with a smile, gently patting one of her big bare ass cheeks. “It’s a whole new unexplored world. It’s kinda exciting, isn’t it? Figuring out how it all works and stuff?”
She then replaced her sports bra with the neon-green top and clasped the front in position, adjusting her breasts to make sure they were properly supported and concealed before putting the shirt back on.
“Okay!” Emily chirped as she flushed the toilet, “Let’s get out there, booty! I’ll let you know if I catch anyone staring at ya!”
Emily exited the stall and headed to wash her hands at the row of sinks. She wasn’t even the slightest bit embarrassed to see a woman in her mid-50’s staring in confusion at her, washing her own hands in a neighboring sink. Emily didn’t know for how much of her conversation the woman was present, but she couldn’t help but smile at the thinly masked confusion on the older woman’s face as Emily dried her hands and left the public bathroom.
Emily weaved through the crowded restaurant until she found her table, populated with several of her girlfriends and bustling with bright energy and girl power that was probably visible from space. She almost started laughing halfway through her greeting when she heard within her head Dakota shouting for the table of girls to notice him. She never thought she’d hear her big sister’s boyfriend shouting, “Help me, I’m trapped in Emily’s butt!’.
Life sure was full of surprises.
She’d made a mental note to remind Dakota later on that he was not TRAPPED in her butt. He WAS her butt now.
‘Important distinction!’ she thought with a smile.
“Finally she arrives.” Casey said, nibbling at her salad and delightfully oblivious to Dakota’s pathetic and stupid attempts to alert them.
She had been friends with Emily since grade school; most of the girls there at the table had. Some of them had remained there in the same town from which they’d all graduated high school. Others had gone off to other states for university, to see the world, and one even joined the military. Luckily, the holidays had a way of bringing people together. Emily didn’t have many friends–even less girlfriends–but she felt very fortunate that almost all of them could come together here at this restaurant today.
“Yeah, I feel bad for the girl who goes in there after her!” Jenn said, wafting the air as the table of girls giggled.
Emily joined in the laughter, recognizing it was all in good fun. “I dunno what you’re talking about.”
The curvy teen wafted the air around her with an over-emphasized delicateness and then she plopped down heavily into the empty seat between Casey and Ava. The low, guttural sound of Dakota groaning at the impact put a mischievous smirk on her young face. “I smell like flowers 24/7.”
The lunch was delicious and the waitress was very attentive to the jovial party of girls. Emily munched on her plate of highly recommended mini-street tacos and listened to her girlfriends recount ancient tales of their adolescence. The conversation haphazardly shifted from coming-of-age stories to career prospects. From bitchy professors to pop culture. From their sex lives to dormroom hot-plate recipes. She felt a small rumble in her tummy, knowing that she’d be paying the price for eating this delicious, heavily seasoned lunch.
“Oh, I remember him!” Abby snickered. “Are they still together, Em?”
“Hmm?” Emily had zoned out, washing down the final bite of her meal with a splash of diet coke when her ears perked up. “Who?”
“Your sister and Dakota.”
She felt a quiver ripple silently and subtly through her big, compressed rump, dancing from butt cheek to butt cheek. Looks like Dakota had zoned out too and the sound of his name brought him back into the moment. Emily subtly wiggled her hips into the cushioned seat.
“Yeah, they’re still together. They’re living at my mom and dad’s while they look for a house, I think.”
“I saw him a few weeks ago at the supermarket.” Ava said with a smile, “He’s still a cutie.”
“Do you guys remember that time we went there for Emily’s birthday party?” Rebecca asked.
When everyone knowingly nodded and Ava blushed, Rebbeca smiled and continued. “We were eating cake in the dining room after saying happy birthday and Lacey and Dakota were up in Lacey’s room. But then later, Dakota came down to have a slice with us and Ava’s eyes practically bugged out of her friggin’ head.”
“Staaahhhhhp.” Ava said with a giggle, burying her red-face in her hands.
“And then…” Rebecca continued, “...she must have forgotten how to drink soda or something because she spilled like her entire cup all over her shirt!”
“Oh god..and didn’t he give her a paper towel, too? She was smitten like a kitten.” Jenn crooned, rubbing her blushing friend’s shoulders. “Friggin’ adorable.”
‘Aww…I remember that.’ Emily thought with amusement, shifting in her seat and enjoying the way her ample flesh splayed and deformed into the seat beneath her.
Every girl wore an ear-to-ear smile, their eyes collectively turning toward Ava.
“I may or may not still blush whenever I drink Dr. Pepper.” Ava admitted with a sheepish, innocent smile.
The girls erupted into a fit of laughter. The laughter continued, interspersed with idle chatter and clinking of glasses until the check came.
“Okay, so is everyone going to the beach?” Casey asked.
Emily excitedly nodded her head.
“Oh no…” Dakota’s voice rang in Emily’s ears.
“Oh, yes..little girl…” Emily whispered as she wiggled her wide hips.
“Definitely!” Jenn cheered as several of the girls cheerfully showed off the colorful straps of their bikinis under their blouses and shirts.
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“Oh god, this is gonna be so much fun!” Emily said, using the side of her car for balance as she disrobed.
“You got to have lunch with us just like one of the girls and the whole time, you were mine…which was totally awesome…” The immature, selfish teenager scooped the white socks off her feet and stuffed them quickly into her sneakers, which bounced on her passenger seat with her orange shorts and shirt.
“And now you’re going down to the beach with us. Can you imagine how jealous they’d have all been to know that you’d eventually end up following me to hang out with me and the girls…isn’t that funny? It’s like you’re the one tagging along, little Dakota following big Emily to hang out with all her big, cool friends. It’s like you’re a little lost puppy following me.”
The salty spray of the ocean tickled Emily’s nose. She filled her lungs with the vibrant ocean spray that hung in the air from crashing waves in the distance and appreciated the briney, natural aroma of seaweed and salt touching her pallet and massaging her lungs. Accompanying the coastal scents were faint traces of warm, sun-kissed sand. The aroma of sunbaked grains mingled with the sea breeze, creating a comforting and grounding element. The salty breeze brushed against her skin and it evoked memories of long walks along the shore. The gentle heat of the sand beneath Emily’s bare feet felt like warm, gentle kisses upon her soles, and the soft swishing saw clustering sun-kissed grains of sand displaced and crowded between her toes only to be left behind her as golden imprints of her step.
After only several steps into the soft, shifting sand, Emily already felt her skin warming delightfully under the bright sun. She paid special attention to the heat on her bare, fully exposed buns, quickly warming and steadily bouncing with each step.
Emily adjusted her thong, realigning the twisted fabric that settled deep into her crack. She’d always preferred thongs, and that was probably a good thing for Dakota. Now he’d have a full view of all the scenery. Emily giggled, attuned now to the sensation of Dakota looking around.
“Are you checking out all the pretty girls, Dakota? While my sister is slaving away at work? Shame on you!” She giggled.
This was the most stimulation Dakota had received since he became absorbed into Emily’s giant ass, and Emily could tell he was looking around a lot. She detected the sensation of his vision focusing outward through different areas of her glutes, a gentle and pleasant tickle creeping throughout their cheeky circumference as he perceived the world around him.
“It’s kinda like you’re following so close that your little face is buried in my butt…only you actually ARE my butt! This is just so silly!”
She walked past two women about her sister’s age laying out on their backs, soaking in the sun. The moment she passed them, she felt the tickle in her butt cheek closest to the sunbathing beauties and she couldn’t help but laugh. Emily wouldn’t have dreamed of trying to count how many times her ass had been stared at but the thought of her butt now staring back at other people was equally hilarious and adorable.
Emily rounded the corner to see her friends already getting things set up. Ava was removing the volleyball’s packaging, careful not to let any trash fall out onto the beach while the other girls were changing into their swimsuits.
Emily turned away from her girlfriends and set her things down on one of the communal beach towels.
“Watch out, girls.” Casey warned, her eyes dancing over Dakota. “Em is trying to intimidate us with her badonk.”
“Is it working?” Emily asked playfully, wiggling her wide hips and jostling Dakota for all to see. Her cheeks shook with such intensity that she could feel the muscles in her lower back activating to keep the inertia of her huge globes of flesh from pulling her down into the sand. Her bare feet sank into the sand as she approached the net and the game began.
The perspiration accumulated quickly, much to Dakota’s disdain. He wouldn’t have thought that it would be worse when her cheeks were unrestricted and uncovered, but the sun was beating down particularly hard today and Emily was playing several positions all at once, exerting a lot of energy.
Perspiration accumulated along her lower back, shoulders, and brow from the marriage of the summer sun and friendly competition. The beads drifted down, saturating the fabric of her bikini and disappearing into her crack to bid hello to Dakota.
Since Emily liked to hang out at the front of the net, he was privy to some of the game unfolding behind her. He’d see some of the girls in the back pop the ball up and then his world would wobble as Emily hustled to either spike or save the shot. At one point, Emily dove on her side, bouncing the ball from only a few inches off the ground.
Dakota, unapologetically slammed into the gritty sand could only deduce that the shot was good from the sound of the girls on the other side groaning and the girls on Emily’s side cheering.
“So that’s why your butt’s so big. For emergency landings.” Jenna laughed, helping Emily up.
“Yup! I’ll never leave home without my big ol’ dakota-donk!” Emily giggled, looking over her shoulder down at Dakota. The sand clung to her ass cheeks like a delicate, sugary dusting upon two freshly baked pastries.
“What’d you say?” Casey asked with a giggle. “It’s called a ‘badonkadonk’, Em.”
“Oh, that’s right. Whoops!” Emily said, finally getting most of the sand off her curvy buns. They jiggled as if to say thank you, although Dakota’s response and speech were far from expressions of gratitude. Emily prepared for the next serve. The game was far from over!
[Lacey]
Lacey gently sets him in her dirty clothes hamper to spend the night soaked in her love juices and gets up to use the bathroom
Hears/sees that Emily is using the bathroom; she’s about to turn around when she hears Emily speaking so she eavesdrops
“Oh my god….Dakota…oh my god…oh my god..”
Lacey’s fingers fluttered over her panty-clad crotch, pressing her lover tight against her sopping wet pussy lips. She couldn’t imagine how immersive this experience must be for him. A primal part of her enjoyed the dominance and hoped that she was overwhelming him. She yearned to know what he was thinking and what he was experiencing right now, wrapped around her nubile, petite body. In truth, the thong was not as snug a fit as it should have been, but it was only slightly loose. Plus, the looseness didn’t matter when she was in her bed, lying on her back.
Lacey’s perfectly painted toes curled and her eyes crossed in an orgasm so strong she had to bury her face in her pillow. Even muffled in its cushion, she feared her feminine roars of passion, delight, and control would wander out of her bedroom and dance on the ears of her nosey little sister. It was hard to care about such trivial things in moments like this though. That was a problem for some other Lacey off in some other world. Right now, she was bucking her hips up against her hand, imagining it was Dakota’s face down between her thighs only now, instead of having to lessen her fingers’ grip on his hair and her thigh’s grip on his cheeks so that he could breathe, she was free to ride the cresting tsunamic wave of this orgasm until it crashed into the earth.
Her large breasts, carrying a thin sheen of perspiration, swayed and splayed on either side of her narrow ribcage as she heaved in a pleasure that she couldn’t put into words. Her finger continued fluttering over her sweltering sex, the saturation passing from her sensitive pussy lips into every fiber of her Jumped boyfriend and yet she continued rubbing. At the truest and clearest height of her passionate ride of lustful desire, Lacey felt an overwhelming, animalistic urge to ball those tiny little panties up and plunge them deep inside of her. She wanted to surround Dakota on all sides.
Unfortunately, for now, clenching her fair, slight thighs together and cupping the tiny pink triangle south of her stomach was as close as she could get to surrounding him.
As she gasped for air, relishing in the mess she’d created all over her boyfriend-turned-panties, clarity began to return. She was not an animalistic creature that wanted to consume her vulnerable and helpless prey. She was a well-educated, well-grounded young woman who had been lucky enough to find the man of her dreams before even graduating high school.
As her heartbeat began to calm and her breath started returning to normal, Lacey thought about what usually came after hers and Dakota’s lovemaking. He’d slowly lean back, resting his large hands on her soft, pale knees and pull his well-worked, softening cock out of her sopping wet pussy. He’d make a lovely, low groan of grit, gravel, and gushing with an adorably boyish fascination as he traced the head along her slit. Then he’d join her up at the head of the bed for a long, sensual kiss. Poor Dakota could never stay awake for very long after cumming, and before he’d inevitably drift off to sleep, Lacey would hug his face against her chest. She loved the feeling of his warm breath on her bare chest and the nuzzling of his nose into the deep slot of her bare cleavage, the two shifting like vibrating puzzle pieces looking for the perfect orientation.
Lacey stared up at her ceiling fan.
None of that was happening now. Dakota wasn’t rubbing his cock against her pussy. He wasn’t kissing her. His face wasn’t buried between her soft breasts. He was wrapped around her ass and pussy, soaking in the thick honey of her orgasm. As hot as this still was, she wished that she had Dakota up at the head of the bed with her.
She sighed, rubbing her panties not for the pleasure of the sensation but to thank her soulmate for the pleasure he’d given her. She couldn’t wait to return the favor.
“Anything you want, Dakota. You’re getting it tomorrow when I get you back.” Lacey smiled dreamily, patting her sex.
Lacey, being the educated woman she was, knew full-well that every woman should try to urinate after sexual activity…even masturbation. She was also a modest woman and was most certainly NOT going to be bringing Dakota in for that experience.
She rose from her bed and slid the pink and white panties off her legs and lifted them with her feet to inspect. She smiled proudly at them.
“You did so good, my love. I think I’m going to let you spend the night reflecting on how good you’ve made me feel. I’ll change you back first thing in the morning.”
She was mostly sure that Dakota would enjoy the experience of reveling in his accomplishments at pleasuring Lacey. It was always at the highest tiers of his priorities, after all. And even so, the quiet part behind her cute, fairy-princess smile welcomed the notion of Dakota wanting to change back but not being permitted to.
Either way, it was hot.
With that, Lacey pressed her lips against the front of the pink and white panties, kissing her boyfriend goodnight and then gently set him down in her clothing hamper.
She’d just reached her bedroom door when she stopped, turning back toward the static hamper resting at the foot of her bed. Lacey returned to the hamper, staring down into the hamper at the soiled panties.
“Sorry, love…this isn’t to punish you…” Lacey said as she shifted the mountain of laundry underneath Dakota, allowing him to sink into the ocean of underwear and leggings..submerging him in a sea of socks and bras. She shifted the dirty clothing around like a movie theater employee shaking a bucket of popcorn as they’re adding butter. Lacey didn’t stop until Dakota was completely lost in the collection of garments, of which Dakota had only one thing in common: they’d been worn by Lacey.
“I just can’t risk Emily snooping around in here and finding you.”
The mere thought of her annoying little sister sneaking into her room and coming across her cum-soaked panties was enough to make her practically turn inside-out from cringing. At least now her pink and white boyfriend was properly nestled in the soft fabric of her hamper. He was buried treasure and Lacey alone carried the only map to his coordinates in her mind.
Satisfied with her job at hiding her boyfriend, Lacey left her well-lit bedroom into the darkness of the upstairs hallway. She crept silently so as not to wake her sleeping sister in the adjacent room. She didn’t even notice the light spilling out at her bare feet from under the crack of their shared upstairs bathroom until she heard Emily’s voice on the other side of the door.
Lacey was ready to go downstairs and use the half-bathroom but curiosity got the best of her. She pushed her pretty blonde hair away from the side of her face and gently pressed her ear against the door.
“I get that you’re not going to like this. I don’t know why I have to keep reminding you, but it’s not MY fault at all.” Emily said with a defensive chuckle.
Lacey’s brow wrinkled in confusion in the silence that followed.
‘Is she on the phone?’ Lacey wondered.
“Nope, nope! There’s nothing you can do about this. You can keep trying all you want…I can sorta tell that you are…” Emily snickered, “...but you can’t stop this. It’s going to happen. I told you that you were an asshole all along and now you finally realize that you really are one.”
‘Who the heck is she talking to?’ Lacey thought, her curiosity peaked as she tried listening for a voice on the other end of the phone. Her younger sister must have had the volume on the phone turned way down because the only thing she could hear was Emily.
“This has been coming since lunch today. Remember the street tacos? Oh yeah, you didn’t see them…well…you knew this was going to happen eventually…unless you’re dumb…and I didn’t think you were dumb; it’s not my fault you didn’t do anything to mentally prepare for it. You had plenty of time but now the moment’s here. You need to accept this and go with it.”
‘Is she….dumping someone?’
More silence and then her sister spoke again.
“What you’re feeling will probably get easier over time. I mean…I can only assume!” Emily giggled. “I’ve never been in your shoes before obviously so I can only guess.”
‘What a conceited little bitch!’ Lacey thought scornfully.
Lacey could admit that she was a bit full of herself, sure, but she’d never dumped someone in such a cold and self-congratulatory way as Emily was doing right now. Her little sister was so lucky that big fat booties were apparently all the rage these days.
“Sure, I can understand that it feels like you’re about to throw up. Again, I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure that’s normal so stop freaking out. It’s gonna pass.” Emily said matter-of-factly.
Lacey then heard a quiet but noticeable splash from the other side of the bathroom door and she covered her mouth in disgust. She removed her ear from the door, wishing she’d stopped listening awhile ago.
Once she was out of earshot of her sister Emily in the bathroom, Lacey shook her head.
“That girl is seriously breaking up with a boy…at 1:08 AM…over the phone…while pooping.”
Lacey rolled her eyes, softly making her way downstairs to use the half-bathroom.
On the way back upstairs, Lacey crossed paths with her sister once more, just finishing up in the bathroom. She had a strange smirk on her face, as if she was proud of what she just did. Lacey had known girls like that, power-tripping over dumping someone, but Lacey never expected her dorky, chubby sister to become one of those girls.
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