Sunday, April 12
Well, shit. This pandemic thingie is getting fucking boring. For one, yeah, I'm not exactly a massive church-goer, but today is Easter, and I'd really looked forward to going out (coming out'!!) in a pretty Easter dress. It's a kinda of passing and acceptance that is really affirming, and since I go to a very liberal church (yeah, OK, when we go') and I've already come out with them, I was kinda looking forward to a BEAUTIFUL Easter dress. But, no way now. Uh-uh. That's all dead in the water.
Anyway, this week was officially spring break for both Becca and I, so we were taking it easy like we had some kind vacation but actually didn't.
Monday, at breakfast, Becca asked, "Mom, how long do you think this thing is going to last?"
"You mean the pandemic itself or... what?"
"Everyone staying at home, working and going to school from home, shopping online, no social life, whatever."
"That's a huge question, and everyone's asking. It's causing a really significant realignment in the stock market, the government doesn't seem to know what they're doing, and right now smart minds seem to be betting that you'll be home-schooling for at least a year. Does that answer your question?"
"Maybe. I was thinking about Lilly and her store. Those were cute dresses, and I have to admit I enjoyed playing dress-up all day, but really, no one's buying prom dresses or homecoming dresses or going to cocktail parties. I can't imagine that Lilly's going to make a dime off of all that effort."
I was busy working my way through a bowl of cheerios, but decided (why?) to chime in. "Yeah, I mean, if everyone's working or going to school from home, then wouldn't Aunt Lilly be better off selling really nice lounge wear? I mean, on my zoom class calls, EVERYONE is in jammies or sweats, and I'm like the only one with a drill sergeant Mom who is making me shower and dress for school every day." (Hmmm... why did I say that? I had perfectly good cheerios I could have stuffed into my mouth.)
Mom went into that `deep think' space I've seen her in so many times, and then she said, "Well, first, Lilly's got to sell what she has in inventory. If she can't sell that, she's broke."
Becca chimed in, "Well, can't she just dump it all at cost and then re-start with lounge wear."
Mom replied, "That doesn't cover her fixed costs -- rent, utilities, her own need for a salary."
"Yeah, it sucks," Becca replied, "But putting off the inevitable is just like sinking in quicksand. Maybe she can renegotiate her lease and... well... I'm no expert on running a clothing boutique, but..."
With Becca's wardrobe budget, you would THINK she was an expert on clothing retail.
Mom continued, "Plus, no one wants to be on a formal zoom call in their pajamas."
Becca quickly retorted, "Maybe, but look, no one can see you from the waist down on a zoom call. I could be in class dressed like I'm in a formal board meeting from the waist up, but be naked below the screen and no one would notice."
I yelled, "I dare you! Today! When's your first class? Can I watch?" I briefly forgot we didn't have classes this week.
Becca snorted and Mom chimed in, "But that still doesn't say anything about lounge wear."
"Mom, Christy and I spend a LOT of time on-line, but most stay-at-home women right now, and that's a LOT of us, are working from home and want comfie but stylish clothes to wear while we're at a desk or caring for kids or loved ones or whatever."
"Yeah, Mom," I said, "Most of my friends in class really ARE in comfie clothes. I'm the only one wearing a bra, I think, and damn if I need one."
Mom said, "OK, I'm hearing you about the comfie clothes. I'm also hearing you about Lilly. She's been a really great friend over the years, and I'm not going to let her fail in this. I'll pass on your suggestions and see what I can do to help. You realize this means you may be back over there modeling loungewear, right?"
We both nodded and chimed in that the modeling gig had been fun and yeah, we'd love to do it again.
Post breakfast was a non-stop barrage of Netflix rom-coms: Yesterday (cute movie, but zero chemistry between Lilly James and Hamish Patel), Isn't It Romantic (utterly unbelievable, but had a hot Hemsworth brother), and binge-watching Grey's Anatomy (I really want to be Izzy, but I'm probably not.)
Tuesday we were climbing the walls again. I had a nearly half-day marathon zoom with the sister-wives, and everyone was in the same boat. I finally told them about the modeling thingie, and everyone was jealous as hell (even Maddy, who's normally the most modest among us). I shared some of the more modest poses, even a couple from Lilly's shoot that she'd sent me over the weekend. That bombshell took up most of the marathon, with no one else having anything to report. Later, Brie separately zoomed me and told me that she was completely horny for Randi and the two of them needed to see each other sometime soon or they were going to go nuts.
I started rooting around in the attic again, this time through some of Mom's old stuff. I found some very cute and sometimes even sexy lounge clothes -- nothing cotton, all satin or silk. I decided to salvage some of this and turn it into my wardrobe for the week, to help convince her on the Aunt Lilly front. The first thing I found was a stack of old shorty silk nightgowns with spaghetti straps. I picked a pink one with dark black piping and a pink shorty robe and pink panties for my Wednesday lounge set. I knew Mom's stuff wouldn't fit me very well -- after all, she's got boobs out to there, but at least I might be able to prove my point. For Friday, I had a fire engine red ensemble, also with a shorty robe and matching red panties. The bodice on this one was smaller but pure lace down to my sternum and barely covering my nipples.
I told Becca of my plan, and she was all over it. She said she'd head up there before bedtime and find something cute to lay around the house in (like she didn't already have plenty!). Hopefully, we can convince Mom that girls don't need to dress for the board room while zooming to class.
Speaking of zoom calls, Dr. Strange set up a call for me for Thursday morning. This would be a new thing, and I wondered how he was going to do his vampire blood checks. On the call, he asked if I was having any reaction to the change in medicine, and I told him that I was feeling some soreness and tingling right under my nipples, but no noticeable growth yet. He informed me that the labs were all backed up with the pandemic, and there was no way I could get a blood test for the foreseeable future. In the meantime, we'd stick with the program. He asked me about my `socialization' as a female, and I told him all about the modeling gigs, and how with some clothing adjustments and proper tucking, I was passing even in underwear. He nodded and said that this was all coming along well. I didn't have any other questions, and we were only on zoom for about 10 minutes.
I did that entire call wearing the pink and black nightie and the pink robe. I was a little nervous at first, but then that all went away.
Mom was less than impressed at first. She could see that Becca and I were in an open state of rebellion, and there was not much she could do about it. Then, just to prove a point, Becca and I put on full makeup, did our hair, and started wearing three-inch heels around the house with just the nighties and no robes (it was plenty warm in the house, so that wasn't a problem). Mom just shook her head and went on about her business. When Becca bent over to pet Princess, I noticed she'd changed from panties to the smallest G-string I'd ever seen. I knew I couldn't duplicate that but changed into my black thong with the protective cup, and it had nearly the same effect. Again, Mom shook her head, and reminded us that there was no way she'd order out pizza again if that was the way we were going to answer the door.
Around noon, I got on a zoom call with the other sister-wives, and they were all impressed with my outfit (or lack thereof). They wondered what Carlos would think of it, and I told them that I wished I could show him, but his nasty schedule with his family kinda left us to only late at night in bed. That brought some ooo's and ahhhh's from the hive, but everyone was more jealous than not. Friday, though, I couldn't help but notice that Brie was dressed similar to me and flirting shamelessly with Randi.
None of this was doing anything for my near terminal horniness. I was alternating nights between the vibrator (I didn't want to wear myself out!) and just humping my pillow. Neither were the same as being tossed around by a real, live boy. Was someone ever going to fuck me ever again?
Were cis-girls this horny all the time? Based on my one up-close observation (Becca) I think so.
When we're not in school, Becca and I sometimes just casually wander in and out of our respective bedrooms, usually plundering our closets for something to borrow or borrow back. Thus, on Friday when I was casually chatting with the sister wives, I thought nothing of Becca wandering around. I was wearing the fire engine red nightie, which came basically down to just below my waist, and the matching loose pink panties. Since I was just hanging out at the house, I wasn't wearing my thong underneath, which I'm used to but it's a little on the uncomfie side. We were zooming about jewelry for some reason, and I was bragging about a set of dangly earrings Lilly had given me as thanks for the modeling gig. I got up from my seat to turn and walk away from the camera over to my dresser to get the earrings just as Becca was leaving my closet. Now, I'm not sure exactly what games get played in a university dorm, but with what appeared to be a practiced move, Becca walked over behind me while my back was turned to the camera and pants me in front of everyone!!! I was briefly stunned and then bent over to grab my panties and pull them back up, mooning the entire collective sister wives. The whole thing lasted maybe 2 seconds, and I was beet red with embarrassment. I rushed back to the camera and found everyone laughing except Emma-red who had been looking away and now wanted a replay of the mooning! I didn't oblige, but knew I had to find a way to pay back my big sister.
Carlos and I were still doing our nightly bedtime chat, but he's clearly exhausted taking care of his great grandfather. The week faded into Saturday and today. News on the covid front wasn't very good, and while Mom was pretty happy with herself in the short run, she was visibly concerned whenever we talked about the `long run'. At breakfast this morning, Becca off-handedly said, "I wonder what's gonna happen to the birth rate?"
Mom sat back in her chair, and after thinking about it for a few minutes, said, "What do you think, Becca?"
"On one hand, there's gonna be a lot of coupling up and couples spending more time together, but there's also going to be a lot of people my age moving back in with their families. That's not really conducive to breeding, ya know? "
"Breeding, Becca? Is that what we're calling it not?"
"I'm trying to be clinical, but I'm willing to bet the dating and hooking-up websites are all dead right now."
I chimed in, "Speaking from personal experience, sis?"
Becca swatted at me. "I'm just sayin', it makes sense."
Mom said, "I'm already hearing that a lot of young couples with kids are moving out of downtown and apartments and looking at houses in the suburbs. They need more room with home-schooling kids, and this thing looks for all the world like it's going to stretch into next school year. That can lead to a huge shortage in houses and a lot of household formation.
Becca said, "And a lot of exhausted young parents who are now working from home and home-schooling kids. Plus, where are pregnant mothers going to have kids? The hospitals are all filling up."
Mom said, "I wouldn't want to be in the health care profession right now. They're all under huge stress."
I chimed in, "Or caregivers for old people." I told them about Carlos' family taking his great grandfather out of the elder care facility and now Carlos was waiting on him hand and foot. It's not like they can't afford help, they just can't find anyone.
We all kinda started contemplating the long run of what was going on around us.
Later on Sunday, Lilly called. Mom put her on speaker, and Lilly asked if Becca and I were interested in doing any more modeling. We said sure! (any break from the routine!) Apparently, she and Mom had a heart-to-heart about the lounge-wear thingie, and she had a partial solution for that. Rather than completely stock a full lounge inventory, she was going to consignment' a bunch of things that could be drop-shipped from suppliers. On-line buyers would provide color and size selections, and she would process orders. She had samples from the suppliers in our sizes (for loungewear, Becca and I were basically the same, cept for the boobs!) and wanted to set up something for next Saturday, again at her shop. We were all over it, and told her we couldn't wait!
As an aside, Lilly told us that Jason had left to go live in Texas with his Dad. He could do school just as well from there, and would hopefully be back to visit Lilly in the summer. In the meantime, Lilly was `bach-ing' it alone, and focusing on salvaging her business. Apparently, our modeling efforts were doing some good, and she was selling down her inventory nicely. At some point, she may even give up her store-front location and transition to a full-time on-line presence. She hinted she may even find a way to pay us, but Mom just shook her head with that, and Becca and I told her how much fun we were having and how this was a great distraction from the doldrums of the pandemic quarantine.
Sometime during the day, I changed into an ivory colored satin boyfriend shirt and boy-shorts combo. Later that night, when Carlos wanted to video chat, I set up my phone on my desk rather than the bed and put on a little fashion show for him. He liked what he saw, and suggested I unbutton the shirt a little bit more. I unbuttoned it all the way, and flashed him a little bit of boobie! He liked that, and I flashed him a little more. Before you know it, I was in full strip-tease mode, although I kept on the boy shorts, and just slowly teased him with the shirt, dancing in front of the camera. I made a mental note to wear my thong-and-cup the next time I did something like this, so I could strip the boy shorts off!
Sigh... I was so turned on at this point, I WISHED Carlos was here to toss me into the bed!