Bewbie Magic, You Has It
WHO: Siri and Felicja
WHEN: January 26, Early Afternoon
WHERE: The hippie store
WHAT: Boob size angst!
Usually, Felicja’s trip to her favorite magic, smelly, hippie store to talk to one of her good, good, friends Siri involved busting through the door, bubbling with happiness, and bounding right into her good, good, friend, Siri. But, at the moment she was there for a different reason then just talking about casual hippie things and that reason had her shuffling her feet outside of the store’s door, fidgeting with the end of shirt, and nervous to even go inside. She was never one for admitting that she was self conscious about anything and she still wasn’t admitting that now!
Which was enough to get her to finally push the door open slightly and slip inside, pushing it closed again with her foot. But, with a veangance her nerves returned. She was quick to hurry over to the counter, crotched down in front of it. The thought of actually doing this made her even too afraid to stand up and talk over the counter like a normal person, although she could rarely be classified as a normal person to begin with…
She slowly lifted her head to peer over the counter, giving the person that stood there a big eyed stare, and managed to say in a small voice, “S-siri…”
WHEN: January 26, Early Afternoon
WHERE: The hippie store
WHAT: Boob size angst!
Usually, Felicja’s trip to her favorite magic, smelly, hippie store to talk to one of her good, good, friends Siri involved busting through the door, bubbling with happiness, and bounding right into her good, good, friend, Siri. But, at the moment she was there for a different reason then just talking about casual hippie things and that reason had her shuffling her feet outside of the store’s door, fidgeting with the end of shirt, and nervous to even go inside. She was never one for admitting that she was self conscious about anything and she still wasn’t admitting that now!
Which was enough to get her to finally push the door open slightly and slip inside, pushing it closed again with her foot. But, with a veangance her nerves returned. She was quick to hurry over to the counter, crotched down in front of it. The thought of actually doing this made her even too afraid to stand up and talk over the counter like a normal person, although she could rarely be classified as a normal person to begin with…
She slowly lifted her head to peer over the counter, giving the person that stood there a big eyed stare, and managed to say in a small voice, “S-siri…”