# Chapter Two: Not Feeling Herself

Author: | Gospodin

Marie touched the strange fabric with her index finger and hesitated. Thinking of her exposed private parts at the train station facilitated things. Allowing other people a glimpse of black underwear definitely was an improvement over the full peep show she risked earlier. She stuck her legs through the holes of the panties without taking off her boots. One heel nearly poked a hole into the latex, but she was eventually able to pull them up her naked legs intact.

The panties were quite high cut and Marie saw that her pubic hair would protrude at the sides. She made a note to herself to trim it and epilate tonight in the bath tub. Only when she had pulled it all the way up did she realize that something was pressing against her clit. She reached in and discovered a set of nubs strategically posed to touch her at very exciting places.

Marie started wondering about the unknown sender. How could he have imagined that she would dare to put these on? Her first reaction was indignation. What a chauvinist pig! But then she had to admit the advantages, the stimulation. After all, the meeting was over and perhaps she deserved a little distraction from her work this afternoon.

She shivered. The near-touch from Angelica this morning had already built up a pang of longing need. She examined carefully if the nubs could not be detected from the outside and then decided on a compromise. Panties yes, bra no. Not the bra, definitely not. Her tits were nice and firm and small - b-size at the most - and she could do without. If her nipples protruded a bit through the turtleneck - so what? Perhaps it would attract the right sort of attention from men finally, and help her find her Mr. Right.

A short moment of vertigo made her sit again. When it had passed she packed her destroyed panties-- she marvelled at how little she cared-- and left the stall. "Better hurry back", she thought when she caught her reflection in the mirror.

She quickly let out a little shriek she could not hold back. Her bust had obviously grown, and what was worse a black bra shone clearly through the white sweater. Her hands flew against her tits and she felt nubs teasing in a circle right around her nipples.

"How is this possible? I decided not to wear it!" She thought of returning into the stall but saw by her wristwatch that half an hour had already passed. She threw the package with the destroyed panties into the trash can, crossed her arms in front of her chest and returned to the cubicle.

Angelica gave her a cheerful look. "Feeling better, sweetie?" She quickly stopped, looking worried. "What's wrong with you? You look so pale! You didn't catch a fever, did you?" Angelica felt Marie's forehead and wiped the sweat from it, like a mother tending to a sick child.

"Please don't mention my busts", Marie thought, as her friend tended to be rather direct. But Angelica was easily sent off to get her a glass of water. Quickly Marie wrapped herself in her overcoat and buckled it tightly, which made the coat's fabric rub her teased nipples.

"Oh my, are you cold?" Out of nowhere, Joe suddenly stood over her. He was tall enough to look over the walls of the cubicles, and he gave her a queer look from the other side. "You want me to have the heating turned up a notch?"

Marie nodded, for once short of words. Why did his voice make the nubs in her bra and panties stir? The cards must be from him, she suddenly decided. And wasn't that white shirt of his clearly made of latex? She blinked her eyes and the glistening sheen of his clothing quickly vanished. She realized that she had not been listening to him.

"..nerves to walk into that meeting without stockings, boots like a hooker... You were lucky as your presentation was appreciated but if you want to cling to this job.." To be laid off would not be a good idea as Auntie Paula had left her that house of hers in a rather bad state and the mortgage for the new roof was far from paid back. With a few "Yes, Sir, and No Sir, and Thank you Sir" she finally got rid of Joe.

When he finally turned his back to her she wondered if his slim waist was not perhaps owed to a corset. A corset? She had not thought of such things since those wild days in Vienna. She clung her arms even tighter around herself and imagined having her waist in an hourglass shape once again. More than seven years not a thought of that and now, like dej? vu, it filled her mind.

Marie now was clearly excited and horny. She knew how nicely she would masturbate tonight and sighed involuntarily. That resulted in another worried look from Angelica. Her friend bent down and gave her a huge hug.

"Come on, dear, he has days like that. I'm sure it will be O.K." But instead of soothing her the hug stimulated Marie as the nubs pressed harder against her tits, causing her to shudder in Angelica's arms. How did this strange bra come to cover her flesh anyway, Marie wondered to herself, and was it really Joe who prepared all this? Or Angelica? Did it have to be a male who tampered with her briefcase and sent her the package and the cards? Wasn't Angelica the one friend she had entrusted with a key to her old little house?

Another attack of vertigo hit her, and she wondered if the bra had suddenly shrunk down a size. "I really feel bad now, Angie. Maybe I should go home. Will you tell Joe and excuse me?"

"Perhaps I should come home with you, Marie, to make sure you don't have any trouble on the way?"

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