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Tifa woke up early the next to a loud buzzing, located somewhere to the right of her head. Without opening her eyes she slapped around randomly, finally connecting with the clock. The alarm immediately and Tifa rolled over. The second she had regained consciousness from her peaceful slumber, the weight of coming day had fallen down upon her. With a slight groan she sat up in bed, giving an almighty yawn. Sleep stabbed her eyes relentlessly, her mind was trying its best to convince her to lie back down, and the soft blankets seemed to be calling for her. Someone had been in to tidy up while she slept. Tifa found this somewhat unsettling, so after a little deliberation she decided that the freshly laundered garments were a welcome site. Sitting a little way from her usual attire, her honeybee costume had been neatly laid. She wondered vaguely what whoever had done her laundry made of this, and how widely known the Honey Bee Inn was. Yet again she pushed all thoughts of this into the back of her mind. Reaching forward to take it, she noticed how dirty her hands were. It seemed the only unclean thing about the room was its occupant. With a creak she stood up out of bed. She grabbed the homemade bee uniform and opened the door out.
Looking around to make sure the coast was clear, Tifa quickly ran to the bathroom, eager to avoid questions. It was spotless. Polished white tiles covered the floor, and an old fashioned bathtub/shower combo seemed to sparkle. To her immediate left was a sink (this was also clean as a whistle) and a mirror. The Inn seemed to be full of surprises, and Tifa wondered how it could be doing badly. For a place in the Slums, this was high quality. She silently undressed herself, and turned the taps on. She hadn't taken a bath in so long, even when She did used to have water, it was still limited. Compared to the quick showers she was used to, the idea of a bath was wonderful. While the tub slowly filled she looked over at a full length mirror in the corner of the room. "Gross..." She muttered to herself, staring at her reflection. A thin layer of dust seemed to have absorbed into her skin, and made any part that wasn't covered by her usual clothes was a shade darker then that which was. She licked her thumb, and rubbed her left shoulder, but all that accomplished was to spread the dirt into a spiral shape.
"Ooooh" Tifa cooed, and grabbed a small bottle of bubble bath soap. "A nice warm bubble bath...could this day get any better?" She thought, but then she remembered what the bath was for in the first place, and that shook her down to Earth rather quickly. Nonetheless, She poured half the bottle into the rushing tap water. Then She thought "Why not?" and poured the rest in. She tossed the empty bottle across the room, where it landed neatly in the garbage. Tifa bent over the tub and ran her hand through the warm foamy water. She pulled it back out again, and got a small surprise. She was dirtier then she thought. The water line could clearly be seen just above her wrist. She reached over and turned off the taps, and the steady dribbling of water slowed to a stop. Shivering with excitement, she stepped into the tub and sat down. Instantly, she felt the lower half of her body warm up, from her toes to her backside. Almost bursting with glee, She leaned back the rest of the way so only her head was above water. Tifa closed her eyes, and just lay there for a moment. It felt so good...the warm water encasing her body like a blanket. The lightly scented bubble soap filling her nostrils with their sweet odor. If only this moment could last forever. Bubbles tickled her chin, and she was contentedly swishing her left foot back and forth through the soapy water. After a few minutes peaceful meditation, Tifa reached under the water to find a bar of soap. Eventually she found it around her lower region. Very happily, she began to softly scrub her body. It felt wonderful to get the layer of dust and dirt off. First her face, neck, breasts, and switching hands each time her arms, making sure not to miss any spots. Then she hunched over and rubbed the bar very very gently over her private area, and then down her legs. Eventually she ended up hunching over completely to get the very soles of her feet. Next she arched her back, and scrubbed down her spine, and finally finished with a rather rougher treatment of her bottom, as it was hard enough to reach down there anyway. Dropping the soap, she grabbed a handful of bubbles, and absentmindedly started playing with them, sliding them back and forth between her hands. In her present mood, nothing seemed all bad. Even her impending interview refused to look bad, or rather, she refused to look at the negatives. Suddenly all she could think about was all the money she would be making. Marlene played with a brand new doll happily, wearing a pretty new dress. Her Bar was thriving with new lights installed, new tables, chairs, stools. Everything was so beautiful, so perfect. She envisioned herself behind the bar, smiling happily while the Gil rolled in, handing out drinks in response. Everyone was impressed with her, everyone was impressed with her bar. All it took was a little sacrifice on her part...just a little dignity lost, easily regained...
About 10 minutes later, she awoke from her happy dream and rose up out of the water sadly, pulling out he plug and listening to the water swirl down the hole. Tifa lingered as long as she could, but as the last few bubbles popped, She knew it was time to get prepared. Spotting a nearby pile of towels, she grabbed two. One she wrapped around her waste and tugged up to her chest, and with the other she wrapped her hair up. Peeking out of the bathroom, she made sure the coast was clear, and darted into her room. Without even looking around, she turned and slammed the door shut behind her. She closed her eyes, and let her towel drop down to her ankles. Tifa turned around to grab her bee outfit, and let out a loud scream. There, hunched halfway through pulling up a tousled bed sheet, the inns receptionist was staring at her naked body, his mouth half open in shock and surprise. He quickly diverted his eyes, and hustled out of the room, muttering "sorry sorry sorry" the whole way out. Tifa just stared at the ground as he walked by. He silently closed the door. She silently made a note to herself to check empty rooms more often, and finished pulling the bed sheet up. She looked over to her right, at her bee costume. It was time, she could divert it no longer.
She held the leotard part of it up, and suddenly it looked amazingly tight and small. Tifa silently reminded herself it would stretch, but still worried it might be a bit too revealing. This costume was of her own make, and didn't exactly match the quality of the True Honey Bees. Nonetheless, it was the best she could come up with. She stepped into it, and tugged it up her long legs. The hollow plastic stinger rubbed against the back of her leg on the way up. The plastic wings got caught on her butt. "Damn me and my big ass" she thought to herself, and immediately started worrying about it. "What if its too big...and the Don doesn't like it... or not big enough?!" and other thoughts of that sort floated through her head, as she tugged it up around. It felt odd, but she had at least done the measurements right. The wings poked her slightly, but were centered on her back. The stinger came off at just the right angle, but made her waddle slightly. Perhaps that's why all the girls she had seen had always been hopping from one place to the next. Her breasts felt slightly squashed, the suit was very tight. She did like the way it made her butt tighten up though, as she turned around and looked at it in the mirror. Tifa slid the antennae headband over her long, dark hair, and sighed, staring at her reflection. It all begins now...
---------------------------------Thats it for Chapter 3, please Read and Review!----------------------------------
----------------------------------Also a big thank you for reviewing to Lynx16!-----------------------------------
Tifa woke up early the next to a loud buzzing, located somewhere to the right of her head. Without opening her eyes she slapped around randomly, finally connecting with the clock. The alarm immediately and Tifa rolled over. The second she had regained consciousness from her peaceful slumber, the weight of coming day had fallen down upon her. With a slight groan she sat up in bed, giving an almighty yawn. Sleep stabbed her eyes relentlessly, her mind was trying its best to convince her to lie back down, and the soft blankets seemed to be calling for her. Someone had been in to tidy up while she slept. Tifa found this somewhat unsettling, so after a little deliberation she decided that the freshly laundered garments were a welcome site. Sitting a little way from her usual attire, her honeybee costume had been neatly laid. She wondered vaguely what whoever had done her laundry made of this, and how widely known the Honey Bee Inn was. Yet again she pushed all thoughts of this into the back of her mind. Reaching forward to take it, she noticed how dirty her hands were. It seemed the only unclean thing about the room was its occupant. With a creak she stood up out of bed. She grabbed the homemade bee uniform and opened the door out.
Looking around to make sure the coast was clear, Tifa quickly ran to the bathroom, eager to avoid questions. It was spotless. Polished white tiles covered the floor, and an old fashioned bathtub/shower combo seemed to sparkle. To her immediate left was a sink (this was also clean as a whistle) and a mirror. The Inn seemed to be full of surprises, and Tifa wondered how it could be doing badly. For a place in the Slums, this was high quality. She silently undressed herself, and turned the taps on. She hadn't taken a bath in so long, even when She did used to have water, it was still limited. Compared to the quick showers she was used to, the idea of a bath was wonderful. While the tub slowly filled she looked over at a full length mirror in the corner of the room. "Gross..." She muttered to herself, staring at her reflection. A thin layer of dust seemed to have absorbed into her skin, and made any part that wasn't covered by her usual clothes was a shade darker then that which was. She licked her thumb, and rubbed her left shoulder, but all that accomplished was to spread the dirt into a spiral shape.
"Ooooh" Tifa cooed, and grabbed a small bottle of bubble bath soap. "A nice warm bubble bath...could this day get any better?" She thought, but then she remembered what the bath was for in the first place, and that shook her down to Earth rather quickly. Nonetheless, She poured half the bottle into the rushing tap water. Then She thought "Why not?" and poured the rest in. She tossed the empty bottle across the room, where it landed neatly in the garbage. Tifa bent over the tub and ran her hand through the warm foamy water. She pulled it back out again, and got a small surprise. She was dirtier then she thought. The water line could clearly be seen just above her wrist. She reached over and turned off the taps, and the steady dribbling of water slowed to a stop. Shivering with excitement, she stepped into the tub and sat down. Instantly, she felt the lower half of her body warm up, from her toes to her backside. Almost bursting with glee, She leaned back the rest of the way so only her head was above water. Tifa closed her eyes, and just lay there for a moment. It felt so good...the warm water encasing her body like a blanket. The lightly scented bubble soap filling her nostrils with their sweet odor. If only this moment could last forever. Bubbles tickled her chin, and she was contentedly swishing her left foot back and forth through the soapy water. After a few minutes peaceful meditation, Tifa reached under the water to find a bar of soap. Eventually she found it around her lower region. Very happily, she began to softly scrub her body. It felt wonderful to get the layer of dust and dirt off. First her face, neck, breasts, and switching hands each time her arms, making sure not to miss any spots. Then she hunched over and rubbed the bar very very gently over her private area, and then down her legs. Eventually she ended up hunching over completely to get the very soles of her feet. Next she arched her back, and scrubbed down her spine, and finally finished with a rather rougher treatment of her bottom, as it was hard enough to reach down there anyway. Dropping the soap, she grabbed a handful of bubbles, and absentmindedly started playing with them, sliding them back and forth between her hands. In her present mood, nothing seemed all bad. Even her impending interview refused to look bad, or rather, she refused to look at the negatives. Suddenly all she could think about was all the money she would be making. Marlene played with a brand new doll happily, wearing a pretty new dress. Her Bar was thriving with new lights installed, new tables, chairs, stools. Everything was so beautiful, so perfect. She envisioned herself behind the bar, smiling happily while the Gil rolled in, handing out drinks in response. Everyone was impressed with her, everyone was impressed with her bar. All it took was a little sacrifice on her part...just a little dignity lost, easily regained...
About 10 minutes later, she awoke from her happy dream and rose up out of the water sadly, pulling out he plug and listening to the water swirl down the hole. Tifa lingered as long as she could, but as the last few bubbles popped, She knew it was time to get prepared. Spotting a nearby pile of towels, she grabbed two. One she wrapped around her waste and tugged up to her chest, and with the other she wrapped her hair up. Peeking out of the bathroom, she made sure the coast was clear, and darted into her room. Without even looking around, she turned and slammed the door shut behind her. She closed her eyes, and let her towel drop down to her ankles. Tifa turned around to grab her bee outfit, and let out a loud scream. There, hunched halfway through pulling up a tousled bed sheet, the inns receptionist was staring at her naked body, his mouth half open in shock and surprise. He quickly diverted his eyes, and hustled out of the room, muttering "sorry sorry sorry" the whole way out. Tifa just stared at the ground as he walked by. He silently closed the door. She silently made a note to herself to check empty rooms more often, and finished pulling the bed sheet up. She looked over to her right, at her bee costume. It was time, she could divert it no longer.
She held the leotard part of it up, and suddenly it looked amazingly tight and small. Tifa silently reminded herself it would stretch, but still worried it might be a bit too revealing. This costume was of her own make, and didn't exactly match the quality of the True Honey Bees. Nonetheless, it was the best she could come up with. She stepped into it, and tugged it up her long legs. The hollow plastic stinger rubbed against the back of her leg on the way up. The plastic wings got caught on her butt. "Damn me and my big ass" she thought to herself, and immediately started worrying about it. "What if its too big...and the Don doesn't like it... or not big enough?!" and other thoughts of that sort floated through her head, as she tugged it up around. It felt odd, but she had at least done the measurements right. The wings poked her slightly, but were centered on her back. The stinger came off at just the right angle, but made her waddle slightly. Perhaps that's why all the girls she had seen had always been hopping from one place to the next. Her breasts felt slightly squashed, the suit was very tight. She did like the way it made her butt tighten up though, as she turned around and looked at it in the mirror. Tifa slid the antennae headband over her long, dark hair, and sighed, staring at her reflection. It all begins now...
---------------------------------Thats it for Chapter 3, please Read and Review!----------------------------------
----------------------------------Also a big thank you for reviewing to Lynx16!-----------------------------------