A Full Recovery

Simon Finch heard his name called. Mia Lozano heard her name echo in the room. They both fluttered their eyes open, breaking from the dark void of unconsciousness they had just been inhabiting. Tanya was in front of them.

"Mia. Are you okay?" Tanya asked. Her voice announced a worry that was plastered on her face.

"Si." Simon said, not even noticing his choice of words, letting himself fall back into the bed.

It had been a hour. Tanya took Mia, put her on their bed, and had delayed her work while she awaited for her to awake. Mia felt quite cozy at the thought that someone had waited for her like that, and took the offered tea, medicine, and advice from Tanya.

"Mia, I have to go to work. I understand you're healing, but it might do you some good to go out." Tanya said with confidence.

"N-no. No externo." Mia replied as she allowed the medicine to course through her brain.

"Hmphm." Tanya said with a resigned annoyance. She figured that wouldn't have worked. "Well, do something. I don't know, see what clothes fit you, text one of your boyfriends, whatever. I have work to get to." Tanya said with undisguised contempt.

Mia, shocked at Tanya's hasty retreat, had allowed herself a moment to collect herself, and briefly contemplated just limping from the bed to the sofa, and allowing herself the pleasure of zoning out. Her phone lie on the nightstand, but if she wasn't being **** to text the men, she wasn't going to.

Clothes! That was a novel idea. Get something to wear. Mia didn't want to look down, she didn't want to recognize the breasts. Throw on a baggy shirt, some sweats, after cleaning herself up.

The shower refreshed Mia, and even gave her some time to get comfortable with the two new passengers she was lugging around on her body. They were sore. Slightly bruised, like how a knee might look, but in any event, Mia felt refreshed as she put her blonde hair up with a towel. Whether from the pain medication, the anti-anxiety prescriptions, Tanya's inability to stop a head injury as Mia fell, or something else entirely, Simon Finch laughed at the picture depicted in the mirror.

It wasn't of himself. Two large breasts, not sagging, well done nails, beautiful blonde hair hidden and drying with a towel. The laughter stopped as his desire to get dressed grew.

But, unfortunately, the laughter never came back. Simon Finch, the playboy of NYU, had grown used to tight shirts and pants, and what few hoodies he had were stolen by Tanya, who always loved the comfortable clothes. His wardrobe of button-ups, T-shirts, polos, cut-offs and everything else was reduced to three wearable shirts. The others were wearable, perhaps, but they either had a popped button from Simon's new tits, or were something a hooker might wear to dress up as an accountant.

Simon groaned in frustration. He had piled up the shirts in a corner of the room, and realized his phone was ringing. It was Tanya!

"Hey honey!" Simon said as sweet as he might.

"Mia?" Tanya's voice said. Simon felt ignored.

"Uhm, si, Senora Tanya." Mia Lozano said with little confidence.

"What have you been up to?" Tanya asked, and Mia realized two hours had passed, with just her trying on clothing. When Tanya heard she had been trying on shirts, she sounded happy enough, and told Mia to keep up the good work.

"Try on your pants too dear. Some of those have to be from Highschool. No point in keeping 'em if someone needy could use them." Tanya said, and Mia responded affirmatively, doing just that.

Not including any clothes Mia Lozano had accumulated in recent days, her wardrobe of jeans, khakis, shorts and anything else was down to a pair of jeans and a pair of khakis, and even those were on thin ice. Everything squeezed just a bit too tight. Not 'crushing balls and never have kids again' (Mia's prosthetic helped in that regard), but still, quite annoying.

Tanya had asked her to bag up the clothes to separate, and Mia was exhausted by the end of it. It was two trash bags full of clothes, and as she dragged it to the garage, she wondered briefly what the hell she was doing. But her exhaustion won out. Just finish taking the trash bags.

Mia crashed on the sofa, and for once, she didn't zone out to Spanish lessons, soap operas, or anything else, but just let herself sleep.

The next day, Mia felt, well, amazing. Tanya had left her a note:

"Mia - Hope you're done resting up sweetie. Work is short today. Could you check your phone when you wake up? Xoxoxoxo Tanya"

A delicious protein shake awaited Mia, who guzzled it down, switching to a sweatshirt she stole from Tanya's side of the closet before checking her phone. Tanya had messaged her (Mia ignored every other notification).

Tanya: Can you call me?

Mia Lozano: Si.

Tanya picked up on the third ring.

"Hey Mia, glad you're in the land of the living. Your breasts looked pretty much healed. How are you feeling?" Tanya asked as if she were asking about the weather.

Simon was horrified. To talk about his breasts like they were his foots. They were Mia's breasts....Well, not really, but they definitely weren't a permanent feature of Simon! And to think Tanya peaked under his shirt....Horrifying. Still, Simon kept character. Tanya had been temperamental these last few days, and acting like a kid over the phone would help him with nothing.

"Sorpendente! Si, si. Muy bueno." Mia said.

"So, since you're feeling back at it, you should go out. Mia Lozano had been cooped up for a week." Tanya said as she sat back in the coffee shop. First sales tactic, throw out an absurd offer....

"Tan-Tanya, please, pl-please no." Simon Finch said breaking character.

"Huh, Mia, you broke up, sounded like a guy was talking? You okay?" She leaned back a bit more and sipped on her coffee.

"N-no, telefono problema. Senora Tanya, please, no, uh, exterior. Outside." Mia slightly begged as she sat on the couch.

...and get them to do what you wanted all along. "Fine. God, Mia, you can't stay locked in the house forever. Message your suitors, or else I'll do it for you. Capeesh?"

"Si." Mia said as the line went dead.

Tanya got up from her spot in the coffee shop. She'd checked Simon's phone every day, but actually was a bit afraid to message. For all things wrong with cheating boyfriend, he was a damn good improv actor, and she had very little of his skills. Of the men Simon had talked to prior, they all kept reaching out (except her dad), and even more thirsty men reached out over the app. He'd figure something out. She hadn't thought of something to tell the men, a bit more concerned with convincing Simon about the hospital mix-up.

Whatever. She had a father-daughter lunch date lined up, and she wasn't going to be late.

Mia Lozano contemplated what to say to the vast array of messages, unsolicited pictures, missed phonecalls, and other junk which lie on her phone. Before she did, she popped a few extra of the Doctor's medication to focus, and began to a craft a story for all the suitors she'd 'ignored'. What would a middle-aged woman do that would take away her ability to text and/or call for close to a week? As her brain sharpened, the message came to her, and Mia sent it out to Jeremiah, Andrew, Jazz and Richard.

Mia Lozano: Hola. Yo tengo sorry for quiet. Perdon, Perdon. Yo visited mi abuela in Mejico. Mi telefone no function.

When Mia sent the message out to all the men, she scrolled through some of their messages: Jeremiah seemed angry at the silence, Andrew very sad, Eric understanding, Jazz not really noticing, and Richard seemingly crushed to lose a gym partner.

However, for any of their sorrow, it stopped none of them from messaging back. Richard was the first.

Richard: Princess, my goodness, how was the home country? You'll have to tell me about it at the gym tomorrow - I think you missed enough that tomorrow's mandatory!

Mia: Si, si. Tomorrow perfecto!

Next came Eric, who didn't get that cleverly crafted lie, instead a message saying she was in good health.

Eric: Mia! It soothes a Doctor's soul to know you're okay. Still, take it easy the next few weeks. I'd like to see you sometime this week.

Mia: Cuando? When?

Eric: I'll call you dear. Perhaps tomorrow. I'll keep it mysterious, my practice is keeping me busy. I have some great news for you.

Mia sighed. Here she had just meant to deal with the men with some texts, and now she had two prospective dates lined up once again! Damnit! However, deep in her psyche, it was quite thrilling to actually being acting this well.

Jeremiah: Puta. You ain't tell me anything like that. Lemme see a picture of u

Mia: Senor Conqueror, Yo amaneció.

Jeremiah: ? English ??

Mia: Sorry, I just awake.

Jeremiah: I didn't ask about that. Lemme see that beautiful face.

Mia fretted over what to do. Obviously, since she had little experience with makeup, that would be the hardway of doing things. Damnit. Fuck. She looked feminine enough in the mirror, but when she spent 15 minutes with Tanya's lipstick, and tried her best with some heavy handed makeup, she looked better. A quick photo shot from her phone to Jeremiah's. She received, in short order, a picture of his dick.

Jeremiah: U put on makeup, I can tell - I'll call u later, we gonna link up.

Before Mia could respond, Andrew had messaged her a reply.

Andrew: Mexico! My, your feet must be exhausted from that trek. I'd love to here your stories enamorado. How did your toe ring fare in the journey?

Mia realized she had no fucking clue where the ankle bracelet or toe ring went, even though the ear piercings had stayed in. Scrounging around on her table, she found them! In her and Tanya's bedroom, in the spot Tanya would place her jewelry.

Mia: Still on ;-)

Andrew received a photo of Mia Lozano's feet. He smiled to himself, having been freaked when the girl ceased responding. Still, she was back now, and he was going to take advantage of that. Play it cool Andrew.

Andrew: Let's go out sometime this week. Wear those heels i bought u ;)

Mia: Si, senor Drew.

Mia threw her phone down. Her medicine was wearing off, and here she hadn't even started her Spanish lessons! Those were the highlight of her day! A message from Jasmine was quickly overshadowed by a message from the thing this whole charade had been for:

Mr. Cherith - Tanya's father!

Mr. Cherith: A lover of American films? What's your favorite? I'm partial to Heart Fire

Tanya and her father had long ago finished their meals, and much like a dentist struggled to get the first rotten tooth out of the mouth, Tanya had struggled to get her dad focused on his dating life. He was interested in hers, for certain, but it was only after dessert (which Tanya got to stall), that they got traction.

"That dating app you had me get, 'Tan. It's just a barrage of texting. You know I'm terrible with texting." Mr. Cherith said with a slight chuckle. It was pained.

"Daddy, let me see your profile, it can't be all bad." Tanya said, and her dad relented, and handed over his phone.

Every woman at the top of his matches were damn near carbon copies of Tanya's mother. It filled her throat with a bit of bile. To imagine that her dad still wanted who looked like that bitch....

"Dad! Jeez, you barely are talking to these women. 'How's the weather?' or 'I like your description?'" Tanya said after she had read through a baker's dozen of women. Bingo. MissMia popped up.

"Here, this girl is interesting! Different from your usual match. Loves movies, even says she loves Heart Fire. A match made in heaven." Tanya said. She was crossing a line here. Her dad didn't seem to notice, nor care. Tanya now was actively getting the two hooked up.

"Ah, true sweetie. She's....different." Mr. Cherith said as he took the phone into his hands.

"Daddy. Please listen. Choose someone who doesn't look like mom. This girl, Mia, she's a good catch! Shoot her a message, and shoot your other girls one too!" Tanya said, helping to write out a message.

Mr. Cherith: A lover of American films? What's your favorite? I'm partial to Heart Fire

Tanya saw the speech bubble pop up on Mia's end. Jackpot. Mia was responding. Her dad stood up.

"Alright dear, you've helped your old man out enough today, you enjoy your day." He said, which ended the whole conversation.

Tanya hid her excitement as she walked into the house. Mia was on the bed, listening to something with headphones, and only realized someone was home when a hand waved in her face. She played dumb, and Mia got to the ground breaking news.

"Your dad, uhm, messaged me." Simon said. Tanya ignored his break of character.

"What did you say?" Tanya said without a moments hesitation, and took the offered phone from Mia. She'd responded a mere seconds after Tanya's dad had left lunch.

Mia: Heart Fire is Mi favorito filmar! Tu r a hombre of bien taste :)

That was a perfect reply in Tanya's mind! But her dad hadn't responded yet. Give him time, Tanya cautioned Mia, not wanting to scare him off.

The two ate dinner together in relative peace, and Simon began to cuddle with Tanya, so used to his little spoon role now that it was second nature; even the fingers that slipped in his ass, and brought him to mind shattering orgasms were second nature as well, and the fact that Simon was now reduced to eating Tanya's pussy as her thighs tightly gripped his head, trapping him in there. They passed out in a pile of sweat and raw moans, Tanya's finger remaining tightly on Mia's ass.