It takes one lesbian sexual encounter to make someone change the view on their body or even change their whole world.
It was a cold dark night. The loneliness just seemed to go on forever. I grew bitter and my patience wore thin as I lay on my bed. It was like everything and everyone in the world was just a shadow of the past. Not the bright reflections of myself I used to see. I felt twice my age and nothing more than an empty lifeless shell that was once alive and well. I was in mourning. Yet there was no body nor casket. No trauma or tragedy. I was simply mourning my youth. That young fearless woman I once was, no longer there. Just a barren and beaten soul that never got the chance to do anything but survive in the world. I got up and turned on the small lamp by my bedroom window. I couldn’t bear to see my world in anything brighter than 20 watts. I lazily waddled to the mirror and looked up slowly. “Jesus, what have you done to yourself?” I muttered in disgust. I leaned in and pulled the skin from my cheeks. Lifting and lowering my head to force myself to see these drastic changes in my appearance. I straightened my back again and lifted my shirt. I turned to the side, then looked in the mirror again, shaking my head in disappointment. A massive excess bulge had taken over the area where my lean muscular abs used to be. I put my shirt back down and plopped back on the bed. My arms and legs spread like an exhausted starfish. My breath got shallow from my chin being mushed to my chest. I looked up at the ceiling fan woefully, watching the spin blur as my eyes welled up with tears. I was so disappointed. Appalled and annoyed with myself. I can’t believe I let myself get so unhealthy. It was definitely time for a change. In my mind, I still saw what my body used to look like and what it was supposed to feel like. There had to be a way to get myself back. My choices were slim. I either try or die. Just as that small glimmer of hope arose in my breast, my phone chimed. I didn’t get up, but just looked slowly to the side. It sounded like an email notification. Nothing important enough for me to get off the bed. I closed my eyes. Then, I heard my phone again. This time with triple beeps and a vibration. It sounded excited… a hell of a lot more excited than I was to pick it up. “Fine. Ass. You win.” I said grumpily. I rolled to my side and suddenly, the weight of my massive arms rolled me further until I crashed face down on the floor. I lay there a while. Surprisingly not as upset as I thought I would be. More amused than anything. “That’s what you get, fat ass.” I grumbled to myself. After a few minutes of struggle, I finally got…
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