Home to relax

Without the threat of homelessness hanging over her head, Kittie returns home, enjoying the cool, cloudy weather in her little hybrid car. Things had turned out worse than she'd hoped, but it wasn't terrible. Fat Freddy was a big fat creep, but he had helped her out. She would have to make an effort to be nice to him now, since he was technically her "boyfriend," but that didn't necessarily mean her social life was over. It was an okay arrangement, she thought.

She arrives back to the house to find Chad lounging on the couch, shirtless with only a pair of gym shorts, doing God knows what on his phone as the 49ers played on TV. He seemed to have a big smirk on his face as his stepsister walked in the door. "What's up, Cow Tits? You get that job?" Her least favorite insult, from her least favorite person.

"Wow Chad, I'm amazed you could take a break from your busy day of jerking off. Of course I got the job, it's only McDarnold's." Kittie wasn't sure she wanted to explain her actual job to her asshole brother; he might not be very understanding of her position. "I'll just be, like, refilling cups and napkins and stuff, anyway."

"Is that the store Fat Freddy manages?" An eager smile plays at his lips. Kittie knew this game; he was looking for something to humiliate her with. She wasn't going to engage.

"Nope," she quickly replies as she climbs the grand staircase to her room. She gets there and collapses onto the bed. Her last day of freedom; tomorrow she would be employed, and have a new boyfriend. And technically, they might already be dating. Speaking of which, he'd told her to dress cuter. Normally her inner feminist would be offended, but it made sense professionally, she guessed.

She looks through her closet and finds lots of clothes that might apply. Most of her outfits contained a lot of black or gray, so they were all a little depressing. She settles on a knee length skirt and a tanktop with a little jacket. The tanktop was purchased when she was 14, only a C cup, and it showed off her creamy white cleavage and made her breasts look huge, the hooded black jacket helped her hide those oversized E-cups and look like her respectable, intelligent self. Knee-high black socks and black Doc Marten boots complete the ensemble; it's definitely cute in a goth way, but will it meet Freddy's standards?

It takes an hour or so to finish, but with her outfit decided, she secludes herself in her room, reading poetry, watching Netflix, and texting with her friends, all of them blissfully unaware of the path Kittie's life is about to take.