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A Fair Trade. Part 2
🕑 Added 2020-10-18 18:16:56 +0000 UTCAnother day another whatthefuckery
Nothing fits. Nothing!
I'm constantly fixing my clothes, I put stuff on this morning and both my pants and underwear hung off me. This is the second time in a few days I've have to go up notches on my belt.
It's not just that they're loose though it's that they're just feel ill-fitting, itchy.
The feeling of the fabric on my skin feels raw. I don't know how to describe it. Maybe we need to switch to a different detergent?
Walking around the apartment I'm constantly rolling up my sleeves as they slip down my arms and constantly stumbling on my leggings.
I've heard of clothes shrinking in the wash, but growing?
Bridget sits on the sofa watching me as I struggle giving me an odd sympathetic smile.
If she was dealing with a hangover she was doing it well, she seems a bit less chatty today at least.
"You ok over there?" She said
Damn spoke too soon.
"I know right, clothing is pretty weird, isn't it?" She said.
Is this more of her fucked up flirting?
"No, I... what do you mean?" I respond.
"Clothes kind of a necessary evil aren't they? I understand that now. Though if I'm being honest I still prefer to be without them." She smirks.
She is flirting with me! But who the hell does it like this?
"Yeah, mine are giving me some issues today, yeah." I say scratching at my sleeves again.
"They just feel weird or something, I think maybe I might try some fabric softener."
"Huh, yeah I guess it might help a bit. You do need to be comfortable with them at least for a little while I suppose." She said finger to mouth pursing her lips.
"I'll get you some next time we're out, how about that?"
"Oookay?" What on earth goes on in her head?
She ruffles my hair again. "Great glad I can help."
"See now this is the sort of length I was talking about."
"Length? What are you talking about now?"
"The other day when you shaved yourself, you were concerned about the length?"
"Erm, I was?...oh...yeah i guess?" I remember I talked about something related to my appearance but I cant specify it.
"...oh...er...yeah."
"Well this is probably it now." She runs her hand up and over my scalp. It feels good!
I run my own fingers though my short soft crop of hair brow to neck to feel that tingle again.
"It's always like this though." I say, keeping the weariness from my voice.
"It's never grown longer than this, lucky really. Hair dressers look like uncomfortable places, glad I've never had to deal with them."
"Yes!" She squeals The sudden volume makes me wince visibly
"I just love your optimism with this its super inspiring."
"I'm so lucky to have found you!"
She pecks me on the cheek. "We are gonna have the best time together I know it."
Absolute enigma she is.
She just laughed at my incomprehension. I turn away rubbing at my head again.
Fabric softener or not I will need clothes that fit.
I go to put on my jeans, as my wallet and keys are in there. Or so I thought. I putted my sides feeling the bagginess but not feeling my wallet.
Huh ok maybe I took it out?
I look around my room and its not anywhere obvious
I'm looking for something for several minutes before I realize worryingly that I'm not entirely sure what I'm looking for.
My wallet right? Duh!
The image in my mind of it though was confused, like it was just a blob of matter somewhere, a dark shape. Vaguely rectangular?
It had pockets?
I held onto that idea in my mind and continued my search. Maybe I'm just tired or stressed.
It occurred to me my keys were missing too, now I knew what they looked like didnt i? Yes metally and cold, a key chain on them of that vaca..place. Yes. It was a hot place. I close my eyes trying to picture it.
Shapeless faceless forms bubbles up in my mind without meaning.
I can remember sand and tree's. It was hot...
A pin prick behind my eyes brings me out of my trance. Ahhh
I give up, I can't handle this right now, I'm sure these things will turn up.
I get up off the floor rubbing at my brow for comfort.
I grab my phone from my bed, at least I can order stuff online.
I unlock my screen and log in to Amazon and browse.
Is Amazon using a new font or something? It's weird.
I order some basic stuff, I don't really have any preferences. I go to order in my size but then I thought about my apparent weight loss and go for medium sizes instead. Of all the weirdness going on its great to have lost so much weight recently maybe I could go to that hot place with the sand again with a hot new bod.
Now where the hell is my phone?
My......other things are bad enough! Why is it so hard to think?
More importantly my phone is missing and I know for definite what that is, I just had it earlier, I used it to buy new clothes. I picture it clearly in my mind just to check I that I can. Yes Samsung! Black!
So where is it? I need it.
I look around my room again, I thought I left it on the desk so thats the first place I go.
Nope. I check down the sides and under my bed. Nothing
I havent been in here all day I think so maybe its not here.
I venture into the living room finding Chris and Bridget watching a cookery show. I spot Bridget with a phone.
MY phone.
I hitch up my pants again, they slip down my waist on every stride.
"Hey Bridget!" I call out to her.
"Oh he's hungry again Bridge', would you mind feeding him?" Chris say's without looking at me.
"Sure honey." Bridget say's stroking his hand.
"Holy shit is Chris acknowledging me?"
"Bridgett what did I say about you borrowing my stuff without asking?" I said,
My eye darted to the slim line, white leather gold watch on her wrist.
"Just like with my...wait."
My mind goes blank.
"Sorry lil' Braddie, it rung earlier and you weren't around so I answered and it was my mother! I love her and I guess I just lost track of time."
"Your mother called my phone?"
"Well she doesnt have me on any other number yet." I knew you were still a bit attached to this so thats my bad." She gives it back to me.
"Here, please have it back."
I take it from her suspiciously.
"I noticed you bought yourself some new clothes?" She looks down on me questioningly.
"Yeah...so?"
Why was this puzzling her?
"Sweetie isn't that a waste of money?"
"Well I wanted some...Look I'm sorry but why do you want to know? It's obvious isn't it?
Nothing fits me. I've lost a lot of weight!" I say raising my voice to her.
"Yes, totally you have!" She smiles, "It's wonderful, you're looking sooo cute!"
"Thanks??" I look over to Chris feeling ashamed or embarrassed. He's not even paying attention.
"Come on, I've got some new stuff for you from the shop today. Kind of a treat."
"A treat?" I perk up.
She steps around me in to the kitchen and pulls out a can of something, It's blocked from my sight.
"Kritch" The sound of it being opened.
Suddenly the room is fill the most awesome smell, its overwhelming and cant help myself exclaim:
"Holy shit, what is that?" I say walking over to her.
"Tuna!" She squeals excitedly.
"Tuna??" I say with disbelief I stand next to her.
"Yes! It's still my favorite. I want you to enjoy it though."
"Must be some fancy as fuck Tuna, it's never smelt this good before."
Bridget just smiles "Oh yeah! I'd almost forgotten. Yes its incredible isn't it?"
"One of many perks you'll enjoy in time I'm sure."
I can't be bothered to ponder about that. The tuna demands my attention.
"Can...I?" I just can't believe this is tuna does it always smell this good?
"Ha, sorry here I am waving this about in front of you like a meanie."
I just stare at the tin.
"Give me a couple seconds I'll put this in a bowl for you."
Holy shit, that was incredible! I just can't believe that it was tuna. I never thought that much of it before. That might be the best thing I've had in ages. It must be some gourmet brand she's picked up somewhere.
She has more, fuck yeah!
Ok, so yeah she's a bit odd and I still feel uneasy around her but fuck me if she gets more of that id give her my left nut.
The juice is all over me. The brine? Whatever it's on me and it's driving me nuts, I'd got some on my face somehow. I'm sitting here wiping it off and licking my fingers. That's the shit right there. So fucking good.
My face is all bristly again, rough on my palms and fingers. I don't remember there being this much of it before, cheeks sure but around my eyes? my ears? I must be mis- remembering again.
I walk over to the mirror again running my hands along the narrow line of my jaw. I can see Bridget watching me again from the sofa.
My thick light brown/gold hair was always a pride of mine, the black Lines running forward to back creating patterns made something interesting to look at rather than everyone else's boring plain colors.
My Lines meet to points just above my neck where the hair blends seamlessly into my skin. The doctors called it an abnormality but harmless. But that was selling it short I always thought.
It looks bad ass!
It puzzles me a bit though as I look over myself, was it always this low down? the hair dusted smoothly the edges of my jaw leading down from my ears.
Streaks reaching downward towards my brow can be seen patterned into my forehead.
I rub on my forehead and feel the soft pricks of new hair growth.
Huh a proceeding hairline? Weird. But nothing to worry about I suppose.
I remember noting my cheekbones last time but now I cant see what I was weirded out by. I've always had high cheek bones. It's a striking look that always turned heads.
Bridget walks over,
"I have to say I've been looking at your markings a lot myself."
"My Lines?"
"Huh yeah I suppose they are markings, aren't they?
"Like a tiger or something." I say brushing over the fine hairs on my forehead.
She giggles "There's that optimism again."
"And ambition too! I love it." She kisses the back of my head the feeling makes me flinch.
"Sure, whatever you say...?"
I wonder if she came with a user manual? I'd sure quite like to read it.
Bridgett leaves me alone for the most part for the rest of the day.
I fall asleep on the sofa to the sounds of her cleaning up, the drone of the TV loses its meaning after a while anyway. It's all just noise anyway.
I wake much later to a clean apartment, its dark outside. Feeling energized.
It's like that way with me.
Night time is the best time. Alone, quiet you can get stuff done.
Bridget and Chris must be out or something because the apartment is silent.
I feel great, that was a solid nap.
I pull out my phone from my jeans, they feel like I'm wearing a sleeping bag,
My phone feels slippery today like its been oiled. The dry skin of my fingers just glides over its surface.
Holding it the phone shifts in my grip like I'm holding ice.
I rub my phone on my Jeans wondering if something had spilt on it. Cooking oil maybe?
Nothing changes.
Ugh! Why do they make these things so damn slippery?
No wonder they break so easily.
I crack a yawn at the ceiling feeling the bones pop in my jaw. It feels good.
I stretch out on the sofa, arching my back.
I am glad to be the only one indoors now as the action works my pants down my waist bunching up on my thighs.
Pops and cracks fill my ears as I strain for the climax.
"Fuck, thats the stuff."
I fall down back onto the sofa enjoying a post stretch buzz.
The feeling of wellness fills me, maybe its this new foods Bridget has me eating but I havent felt this good in ages.
Huh, thinking about it I don't give her enough credit, she's only been nice to me. Even if she's a little weird she's not a bad person in fact in a strange kind of way I'm actually growing quite attached to her.
When she first came here she was hot and I she wasn't dating Chis I would've if a decent opportunity came up.
But now I don't see her that way. It's a pla..platic?... no that's not it something like it.
That word for love, but like less so love?
Like family love. There is a word for it I'm sure.
Anyway, yeah, she's likely responsible for my weight loss too, so I should thank her. I never thought myself overweight but I must've been. That's why nothing is fitting me at the moment.
I press my finger to the home button on my phone, the finger scanner fails.
I try again, still fails.
Ugh piece of crap.
Third time it works though.
Maybe I need a new phone too? The screen is crap today, I have to swipe a few times EVERY time to do anything. It's frustrating.
I've gotten a few texts from strange numbers, maybe Bridget's mother? Didn't she say something about a new family?
I check on my delivery while fumbling at my jeans. 2 more days.
I pull my belt tight down to its last notch and feel a bit more secure again.
Maybe I should've bought a belt too.
I end up browsing reddit for a couple hours, I do consider whacking off while I have the place to myself and freedom to watch porn with some volume but none of my usual material is doing anything for me tonight. Even my favorites don't register with little Brad.
"Meh" I sigh aloud to myself
I end up watching TV again instead, nothing interesting is on though and the plots and subjects were just slipping from me. It's actually a little annoying, the news came on which is something I actually had some interest in.
But I had to work hard to understand what they were saying. It was like if my concentration slipped and it was all gibberish again. Maybe I'm tired this is making my head hurt.
I switch the TV off annoyed with it. It was late. Maybe some proper sleep in a bed will fix my head.
I get up and feel my jeans slide down a bit again. My shirt is huge on me. A sleeve unrolls and consumes my hand and phone both.
I frown and got to my room. I take another look at myself in the mirror on the way those thick white hairs are back again, just coming through on my upper lip and to the sides of my face. Whoa! They grow fast.
"Whatever!" I say to myself and go to bed.
Why am I so damn tired these days? I swear it seems all I do is sleep.
But then again, what's the alternative? I could go out but where? There's surely more in my life that this bed and that sofa?
I make a conscious effort to go out or something tonight.
I stretch my arms up bowing my chest out in the process. Oh man am I sore today.
I roll out of bed and pull on a shirt.
The neckline always catches on my bristles when I do this but there's no avoiding it unfortunately it's just uncomfortable. I can see them flex away in my line of sight as a scrunch in my face through my shirt.
I wipe my hands to smooth out my face after, they're so sensitive.
It's funny how you're used to doing something every day of your life, but yet sometimes it just feels strange.
I walk across to the bathroom to brush my teeth. My last visit to the dentist reminds me I really need to take better care of them and to be sure to brush around them more and not just hold the brush in place.
The image in front of my gives me some pause, that pang of uncanniness that's been popping up a lot recently.
I open wide as I bush working my way around my canines. They're so big...
Yeah... a medical curiosity they told me. The doctors... Its easy for me to forget, tucked away in my mouth. But when displayed under direct light in a mirror I can see why they were so interested.
Much larger than regular ones after all. I flash them to myself something startling about them.
Really I suppose I'm quite lucky to have been blessed with so many nice features.
I laugh at myself a memory bubbles up in my head.
Though thinking about it these have caused some issues.
There was that girl, Samantha?
She did not appreciate the hole I punched in her tongue back in school.
I wince as I splash water on myself a few times, droplets beading on my bristles and in my hair. I shook.
Guh, I hate that! Water on my hair just makes me flinch.
I run my hands over my face pressing everything flat to wipe off whats left.
My hair down to my neck stands on end.
Why am I so focused on myself today?
I smile to myself. and reach up high to put my toothbrush back.
Why do I keep it up there?
I replace it on a lower shelf.
I leave the bathroom feeling fresher, The breeze from the window catching on my hair. I suck in a deep breath and smell the outside world.
I shiver and a million prickles on my skin roll down my back.
"Hey handsome!" Bridget calls over
She pats the seat next to her.
"You're looking sharp this morning." She beams at me.
"Ha, thanks?" I sit down next to her.
She looks at me in her usual super interested way.
"They're great. I'm so glad you decided to keep them this time."
"What are?" I smile back at here confused.
"Your whiskers of course silly." She soft punched my arm in a jokingly..
"You're so aloof." She winks
"Are you talking about my bristles? They're normal I'm actually surprised you just noticed. It's usually the first thing people comment about me."
"Oh Bristles? Ok, but isn't that just another word for whiskers?" she say's smiling side eye-ing me.
"Huh Yeah, actually. They are basically the same thing, never thought of them like that." I say considering them, stroking one.
"But wait what did you mean, keep them? I've always kept them. They hurt like a bitch when you pull them out anyway."
"Oh we spoke the other day about shaving and I thought you shaved them off or something?" She asks
"Fuck no, These can be annoying sure but I don't think I could live without them now."
"Oh yeah I understand, totally!" She's leaned in stroking at the soft hair along my jawline.
"I just cant get over how cute you are now. I'm so looking forward to our time together."
I side eye her a bit now it feels kinda good, too good.
Now little Brad stirs.
I shuffle over away from her though. "Sorry, I...I don't think Chris would like us...er stroking each other."
"Oh don't be silly, he won't mind. Don't you like it?"
I totally do but its usually the kind of attention I get when im...y'know with someone, doing stuff."
That night with Samantha again flashed into my mind, her running fingers through my hair as we kissed.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry. Gosh!"
"Yeah that was actually kinda inappropriate of me."
I fumble at my Jeans making sure they are still where they're meant to be. Pressing down on them trying to restrain myself.
"No it's fine, we're fine. You just didn't know."
"I'll get you some more tuna!" She said jumping up clearly embarrassed.
"Oh man, yeah I'd totally completely forgive you for that!"
I smile at her showing my teeth.
She flashes one back.
