Lucila - Female Romano, Daisy - Female Feliciano, Marcello - Seborga
The rest I think you'll know.
It wasn't often that Lucila looked into the mirror and admired herself. For one, it made her feel like that albino bitch that loved herself way too much and two, Lucila was never a really pretty girl. Her hair was messy and always got into knots that made her curls look like a bird's nest instead of the princess bounces that her sister had, frown lines and the ghost of a glare always lingered on her face, her skin got oily after a few hours of washing it making her look like she never showers and have a problem with acne and finally, she was what her sister would call pleasantly plump. Aka, she was a fat motherfucker. Not overweight or anything to that extreme, Lucila was religious with her afternoon walks after all, but she still had a stubborn pudge on her tummy and hips and her thighs scraped together when she walked.
Lucila was, in her own opinion and probably everyone else's, a pretty ugly chick. The only thing she could honestly say she had going for her was, well, her boobs. They weren't massive but they have her sister beat by two cup sizes. Daisy was a pretty decent size A which wasn't a problem with her flat stomach and pretty smile but Lucila was a size C. It wasn't that much noticeable, the different between them. It was only something that Lucila herself noticed when some sleezbag would come up and hit on her while staring at her tits or when she pisses someone off that has a mouth on them and they add to the rumors of her doing handjobs, blowjobs, and titfucks for money. As far as the school knows, she's been with twelve guys, three chicks and four transvestites in the last month alone.
Lucila was very good at pissing people off.
But in this moment, her growing muffen top and the thickness of her thighs weren't a problem at all. For once, Lucila thought she looked irresistible. Her hair was combed, a smirk was tugging at her red gloss painted lips, and her chest was puffed out proudly, showing off her sexy new bra and her even sexier tan skinned boobs.
After Daisy found out that Lucila still hasn't switched to wired bras, she went out on an internet shopping hunt to find her older sister the best bras on the market. They tried every kind; lace, push up, cups, no cups, sports, strapless, everything and absolutely nothing worked. And then they found these. Pure cotton with a built in cups with adjustable straps and three clips in the back that makes them last even as she does her training and inevitably loses some of that persisting fat. "And," she vividly remembers Daisy giddily adding in, "It even has a little bow in the front! Isn't that cute, Lucila?"
It sounded damn dumb at the time but now that she sees this pale pink bra huging her chest, Lucila had to concede. That tiny ribbon hidden in the valley of her breast was an aluring add on.
The bra was cut a little low. Not enough to where she should worry about a nipple peaking out but enough to give it a decent amount of sex appeal while still being modest. The wire did push up her boobs some but it wasn't as uncomfortable as all the other ones Daisy got her (which Lucila happily shipped back with various of nasty online comments about production value). The bra covered her dreaded side boob wonderfully and the colors they came in made her skin look positively delicious. It was very different from her old one that squeezed her too tight and was a simple off white with lace like impressions on the front that Lucila found herself constantly adjusting in math class.
Lucila made a few poses and blew herself a kiss in the mirror. This is just her becoming another step closer to being the most badass bitch that ever lived.
"Lucila! Hurry up, your sister is already out the door and I need to leave for work soon!"
Lucila sucked her teeth in annoyance and snatched up a random shirt from her floor to throw on while she went about hunting for a hair tie. "Calm down, old man! I'll be down in a second!" She gradded her backpack and stomped down the stairs, giving her smiling grandfather a deadpan stare. "It takes time to make something this beautiful, not that you'd understand with your old mug."
Remus only laughed. "That's the spirit! Your sister saved you some breakfast, it's on a plate in the car. Get going!"
Lucila huffed and rolled her eyes. "I am, I am.."
"Wait!" There was frantic running down the stairs and little arms hastily wrapped around Lucila's legs. She looked down to raise an eyebrow at her little brother who just gave a toothy grin and a childish giggle. "I love you! Bye bye!"
Lucila sighed and her grandfather laughed. She patted his head and gently pushed him away. "Bye, Marcello. I love you too and I'll be back later so be good or else." She walked to the door, grabbed some easy to slip on high tops and left the house. Daisy waved wildly from the front seat of their shared beat up car as Lucila stepped down from the porch and made her way over.
"Watch where you sit, I put the breakfast in your seat so I can make sure I didn't put my purse on it if I put it in the back because that would be bad, you wouldn't have any lunch if I did that and you would go hungry and if you went hungry you'll pass out and then we'll go to hospital and that would be so scary-" Daisy rambled long enough for Lucila to move her breakfast, sit in the passenger seat, buckle up, pull out her phone and headphones, start listening to music, and begin digging into her breakfast. It was amazing, truly amazing, how much Daisy can talk about literally nothing.
As music flowed through her headphones, Lucila had to fight a pleased smirk. She's gonna get so many looks from her sexy new bra. Or she won't since its underneath her shirt but that doesn't matter. The point was she has a boost of confidence and school best watch out since she's even closer than ever on her quest to be the baddest bitch to have ever lived.
I legit have no excuse like, just last week I was writing about school shootings and America getting a boner from fighting people. I got this fitbit to work out and get ready to work myself into shape so I could be ready for FBI Academy and my scale said I lost seven pounds in two weeks and I've just been in such a good mood and I got new bras and it just got me thinking about the confidence boost they could bring and wow, isn't fem! the sexiest thing? And then this happened. I promise you, that was the exact thought process for two days. Don't know if I'll make a huge story out of this but I do have an idea that will hopefully turn into a multi-chapter story.
