So get used to me, 'cause I'll be here for a while

“Ow!” Mary woke up in pain. She rushed into the bathroom and took off her bulky pajama top, wincing at the marks on her boobs.

Having spent her life up until this point with a cup size that it would be generous to call a handful, she now found herself with a couple whoppers that she was having trouble keeping under control. She’d roll over them in her sleep, or find herself lying on them, or any number of other uncomfortable positions- and that had been over the course of just one restless night!

They might not have been as big as Carly’s or Dani’s, but they were still completely foreign to her, and she didn’t know what to do. If only I had a bra that fit me… she glumly assessed. It was fortuitous enough that her usual choice of clothes were so baggy that her shirt actually did a half-decent job of concealing her new curves.

I’ve barely had these things for 12 hours and already I can’t stand them, Mary thought, returning to bed and yawning. The white room was brighter than it should be at night, suggesting the sun was starting to rise. Maybe, if she was lucky, she could get in another hour of sleep before it was time for breakfast.

She pulled the covers up to her neck and shifted on the mattress, trying to get comfortable without bothering Kim, who was sleeping beside her. Half-asleep, she turned onto her stomach as she always did.

“Ow!”

This was really becoming a pain.

Mary flipped onto her back and stared up at the dim ceiling, willing her eyes to grow heavy. She was SOOOO tired after all her hard exercise yesterday, but she couldn’t fall asleep. Stupid body and her natural tendency to wake up early in the mornings to do work on the farm.

She clenched her eyes shut defiantly and tried to conjure calming images to relax her.

A nice stroll through the tulips. The gentle rush of the babbling brook by the stables. The sweet aroma of her momma's blue-ribbon apple pie wafting from the kitchen window. The hot roughness of Nick thrusting inside her and making her squeal like a pig as he rutted her like the sow she was-

Mary’s eyes snapped open and she squeaked.

How can I ever get a good night’s sleep like this? She glumly asked herself. The room was even brighter now, there was no use resisting. It was morning. She’d have to try again tonight.

Mary begrudgingly trudged back to the bathroom to take a shower. She found something else she hated about having large breasts. Sweat. It pooled up underneath the mounds of fat in the most uncomfortable way possible, making her feel all sticky. Really, something had to be done.

The cool refreshing rattle of the shower soothed her nerves, calming down the pounding in her chest and wiping away all evidence of the hot night.

Come on, Mary thought, taking the nozzle of the shower and holding it up to her sensitive parts. Why does this keep happening?

Every time she dreamt about Nick, about him taking her carnally and using her body in sinful ways, she would always wake up the next morning with damp sheets and damper pajama bottoms. At first, she convinced herself that it was just sweat. She was on a tropical resort, after all. That had worked okay at first, until the night came when she didn’t have one of those dreams- and her sleeping trousers were as dry as a bone.

The connection was so obvious even someone as sexually innocent as her could see it for what it was.

Mary may have been a virgin, but she wasn’t an idiot. She knew enough about the birds and the bees to understand the biology of it, even if she wasn’t quite sure of all the proper terms. She wasn’t like her mother who believed that a woman’s nectar was God’s tears shed at her sinful thoughts. It was her body preparing herself to be… f... fu... fuaaagh...

…Oh, she didn’t even like thinking the word!

It was shameful to feel this way. Even if she couldn’t control her body, she should be able to control her urges, at least. She didn’t have to like that feeling. But she did. Oh, heavenly father, she did. It was wrong, so wrong, and no amount of cleaning could change how she felt at the idea of Nick taking her and making her his…

His...

...What was the word Sylvia had used?

“Broodmare.”

Mary gulped. Even though the shower was as cold as ice, she still felt hot inside. Perhaps these are a punishment for me, she thought, staring down at the large orbs of fat sticking out of her chest. God could sense my sinful desires and burdened me with this body designed to tempt and tease…

She kept the stream of water aimed carefully at her vagina. Just to clean it, of course, and certainly not because she was getting warmer the more she washed herself down there. The water pushing up against her nethers felt so good, like she was slowly approaching some sort of peak that couldn’t quite describe.

I wonder, if I aim it a little differently will it feel better? Mary twisted her wrist and the shower spray whipped up over her soft, smooth lips, causing her to squeal. Her legs tightened around her pussy as she shielded herself involuntarily.

“Wh-What was I doing?” Her whispered question was drowned out by the sound of running water. The detachable nozzle hung lazily by her side. She quickly wiped herself dry with the towels and hurriedly pulled on her clothes, **** to get as far away from the shower as possible. She was in such a rush that she didn’t notice Kim on the other side of the door, and plowed right into her roommate.

“Hmfuh?!” Kim squealed. Due to the position they’d landed in, her face was buried in Mary’s new boobs. The redhead felt a whole new level of shame blossoming in her chest.

“S-S-Sorry!” She sputtered, pulling herself off of the schoolgirl. She flung herself into bed, not even waiting for her hair to dry, and buried herself under the sheets.

“I’m telling you, Mary, it’s fine,” Kim laughed. “I’ve already forgotten about it.”

“But it was ****!” Mary wailed. “I sexually assaulted you! Momma said that a girl who shoves her boobs into someone’s face, that’s a sinful act showing her to be a temptress undeserving of being wed!”

Kim shook her head. “Mary, it’s fine,” she repeated. “You didn’t ‘shove your boobs’ into my face, you tripped and fell. It was an accident. Don’t get your pigtails in a twist over a little accident.”

“…O-Oh,” Mary mumbled, turning red. She reached up and twirled her finger through one of her pigtails. “Yeah, I almost forgot.” With all the other changes that had happened to Mary’s body, it easily slipped her mind that her hair now reached her shoulders.

“It’s been some time since my hair was this long…”

“That’s right, I’ve been meaning to ask,” Kim said curiously, “is there any reason you wear your hair short? I mean, forgive me for saying, but it’s so pretty! And usually when I think of… well, religious folk, I think of long hair.”

She paused. “I’m sorry, is that rude? I didn’t mean to be rude, I just-”

“It’s fine,” Mary assured her with a shaky smile. “You’re not wrong, anyway. My parents weren’t exactly thrilled when they saw me with almost all my hair chopped off,” she laughed. “I thought momma was gonna have a heart attack.”

“…So what, you just like it short, then? I’ve gotta say, that seems pretty bold of you, given your parents didn’t like it,” Kim said, nodding in approval. “As for me, well, I grow mine out, because do you know how expensive getting a good haircut is? It’s cheaper to wear it long. Since I don’t use any product on it or anything. But yeah, it’s a little rebellious, don’t you think?” She teased. “Having short hair like that?”

“Well, I told my parents that it was useful, wearing my hair that short,” Mary explained. “It would keep the boys from looking at me with a lustful gaze, so I could study in peace.”

“I mean, I suppose that makes sense,” Kim nodded. More likely they just thought you were a lesbian since you don’t wear any makeup and your clothes are plain like mine…

She didn’t have the heart to say that to the redhead lest she burst into tears again though.

Mary looked around cautiously and leaned in close. “To tell you the truth?” She whispered, her eyes shining with excitement and anxiety. “…That was a fib.”

Kim gasped. She was honestly surprised, but it was more made in jest, as if Mary was admitting to something scandalous. “Why Mary! You? Fibbing? I thought lying was a sin?”

“I-I know!” Mary turned red. “And I confessed to God what I did! But the truth is… there’s another reason why I kept my hair short.”

“Okay, well, you can’t just SAY that and not tell me the whole story!” Kim laughed. “Come on girl, what’s the other reason?”

Mary glanced down bashfully, her freckles drowned out by the redness on her cheeks. “It’s because… Nick said I looked good with it short.”

That got Kim’s attention. “He said that?” She asked curiously. “Really?”

“It was my freshmen year, during the orientation party,” Mary mumbled. “Everyone was encouraging us to try new things. And since **** is a no-no, and **** will turn you evil, I was feeling a little overwhelmed and nervous. So… when some third year girls from my dorm said they were giving out haircuts, I thought why not?”

She glanced sheepishly at Kim. “Back then, my hair was as long as yours.”

Kim winced. She could see where this was going.

“They cut most of it off,” Mary said, her upper lip trembling. “They practically shaved my head. It was some big joke to them! Torturing the freshmen girls and making them cry… and… and they did make me cry.”

Even now tears were welling up in Mary’s eyes. And she was an adult now. Kim could only imagine what it would have been like as an 18-year-old kid.

“I thought I looked so ugly,” Mary muttered. “I went to lock myself in the bathroom never come out. But, well… that floor only had private single bathrooms, and Nick… was using the one I entered.”

Kim could only imagine what that little encounter was like.

Mary’s voice was wistful. She stared off into the distance with a glassy smile on her face, a thousand miles away as she relived that day in her mind.

“Nick found me crying in front of the sink and asked me what was wrong. And I just… I unloaded it all onto him, like he was taking my confession,” she continued. “How scared I was to be in a brand-new place, how much I missed my family, how difficult it was to make new friends, how those girls had picked on me… I don’t really know why I did it, I guess it was just too much to keep in.”

“That must have been really hard, yeah,” Kim said, nodding sympathetically.

Mary smiled. “But you know what? He told me that he’d be my friend. He hung out with me for the rest of the party even though he was an upperclassman, and made sure nobody else messed with me. And he even said my hair looked ‘cute’.”

“No! No he didn’t! No way!” Kim said in amazement. The thought that Nick would use the word “cute” to describe a girl to her face seemed like a foreign concept to her; he was way too shy for that.

…I guess Holly and Mary really took their toll on the poor guy, huh? Kim thought. Judging by the gap between Mary and Nick, he would have been about Kim’s age when this all went down. That person seemed like he was a lifetime away from the present Nick.

“I wish I could have met him back then…” Kim murmured.

“Hmm?” Mary didn’t quite catch that.

“Oh, uh, nothing,” Kim said, hastily shaking her head. She still hadn’t clued Mary into her growing crush on Nick, and she wasn’t sure how to bring it up…

“That was the day I first fell for him, I think. Though I didn’t realize it at the time, of course, since he and Holly were practically joined at the hip,” Mary laughed, practically swooning.

…Mainly because Mary kept saying stuff like that.

Kim was a nice girl who didn’t like causing trouble for people. So how on earth (or wherever this island was) could she bring up the topic of her feelings for Nick to a girl who looked at him so starry-eyed like this?

Not to mention I'm sleeping in his room tonight, she added to her current issues.

“That’s really sweet, Mary,” Kim nodded. They were almost to the banquet hall, and it was probably best they wrapped up the story before they joined the others. “So he stood up for you back then, huh? Pretty cool of him.”

“Yahuh,” Mary nodded. “And see, the thing is… after Nick helped me out of the bathroom, and we hung out for the night… Dakota tracked those two down after the party and shaved them bald out of ****. …Only… she didn’t, did she? Because she was already dead…”

Mary bit her lip, looking anxiously at Kim.

“See, I remember it both ways. I remember Nick and me… but then it’s like I have this whole other set of memories with Dakota, too. But even though I know the Dakota ones aren’t real, they feel real, you know what I mean?”

Kim shook her head. Out of all the girls here, her connection to Nick was the shakiest. She hadn’t really gotten to know him until after she came to the island.

“The only thing I remember about Dakota is that she would go shopping with Nick every now and then,” Kim muttered. “And you’re right, those memories aren’t real.”

But because her memories of Nick were so sparse to begin with, they were all sort of blending together. It’s not like Nick’s shopping trips had a lot of memorable moments in them that she’d be able to pick apart the differences with.

“What about me?”

Kim flinched and Mary jumped a mile in the air, turning pale. Both girls whirled around to see Dakota standing behind them.

She seemed different. Different enough to calm Kim down slightly. Her golden eyes were still shiny, but they didn’t have the same coldness in them as before. They were warmer now, and her smile was gentler, not the same twisted grin Kim had gotten used to over the last week. Even her clothes had changed slightly; she still wore black, but rather than loud outfits that bared her skin and sexualized her curvy figure, her choice in clothes was more modest; she was wearing a sleeveless dress today, but it looked classy on her womanly figure.

To Mary, though, there wasn’t a difference. She still remembered what Dakota had done to her just yesterday, pulling her swimsuit off and exposing her for everyone to see. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her chest and began to shake.

Then to Kim’s surprise, a wave of regret passed over Dakota’s face.

“Mary… I want to apologize for yesterday,” she said solemnly, uttering words Kim never would have imagined the other girl saying.

Mary seemed caught off-guard herself because she stared at Dakota in shock.

“A… apologize?” Mary stammered.

Dakota nodded, her pale face twisted with contrition. “It was wrong to do that. To pull off your bathing suit in front of everyone. I shouldn’t have done something so cruel. I'm sorry.”

“Then why did you?” Kim pressed. Mary might have been too flustered to stand up for herself, but she could certainly stand up for her.

Dakota glanced down at the floor, her face filled with shame.

“Because I didn’t know any better back then. I just… I wish I could explain it, but I was so full of this ruthless rage, this drive to win, that I just… it didn’t even cross my mind that it was wrong. I wasn’t even thinking about it. I’m really sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” She seemed so genuine in her apology that Kim was honestly shocked. Mary’s jaw was practically on the floor. She looked at Dakota like the pale brunette had spiders crawling out of her mouth.

Then Kim realized what was going on.

The transformation! It’s her transformation! Why didn’t she think of that sooner?! Dakota’s transformation had essentially rewritten her entire past, giving Dakota 15 years of memories with Nick that she hadn’t had originally. Whatever her afterlife experiences had been like, they must have been very rough for the poor girl; her new memories had clearly given her a new perspective that softened her considerably.

Kim glanced at Mary, who seemed to have come to the same conclusion. The redhead shut her mouth and straightened up, a polite smile spreading across her face.

“Jesus teaches us that we must forgive those who have wronged us if they are truly penitent,” she stated. “If you truly regret what you’ve done and wish to make amends, that is enough for me. I forgive you, Dakota.”

“Really?” Dakota sighed in relief. “Oh, thank you so much! But still, there’s gotta be something I can do, right?”

Her eyes landed on Mary’s chest and she proclaimed the craziest idea Kim had heard from her yet.

“What about bras? Do you need any bras?”

Mary turned red again. “Wh-WHAT?!” She exclaimed, her eyes swimming in her skull as she looked around the hall, hoping no one else could hear. “Bras?! What?!”

“Your boobs are about the same size as mine and Gina’s right?” Dakota said thoughtfully, stroking her chin as she stared at Mary’s figure. The farmgirl covered her chest again.

“I-I suppose so, but still…”

“Well, it’s pretty clear that you’re not wearing one now, given how those sweater puppies are bouncing,” Dakota mused with a smirk. “Come on, Mary! You could use a little support, don’t you think, Kim?”

She glanced at Kim for confirmation, but Kim knew she wasn’t touching this with a ten-foot poll.

“I mean, sure, if that’s what you want,” she mumbled, not sure what else to say. “A bra or two wouldn’t hurt, I guess.”

“B-But sharing bras is how you catch gonorrhea and the AIDS!” Mary sputtered.

Kim rubbed her temples and sighed. “No, sweetie, it isn’t.”

“Come on!” Dakota grinned. “Let me help out! I bought plenty on the shopping trip when I first came back. It’s the least I can do. We’re friends, aren’t we?”

Mary squinted. Were they friends? Had they been friends in the new timeline? She still hadn’t fully poured over her memories of that point in her life yet. So she looked back on what things had been like in college when Dakota was around.

“…You tossed my laptop off the roof of the dormitory.”

Now it was Dakota’s turn to get embarrassed.

“W-Well… you and Holly kind of turned all of Nick’s friends against him, so-”

“I was in the middle of typing my essay!”

“…Yeah. That was my bad. Sorry for that too.”

She leaned forward and shook her chest. “Still, bra? What do you think? It’ll definitely help! Let me make it up to you!”

Mary was only getting more flustered. “I-I’ll think about it!” She stammered, pushing past Dakota and running into the banquet hall. Kim hurried after her, leaving Dakota alone in the corridor.

Dakota sighed and straightened up, her expression turning cold again.

“Not as easy as you thought, huh? Living down the reputation of a bitch.” Sylvia popped into existence just to mock Dakota, which she didn’t find all that pleasant.

“It wasn’t an act,” she scowled. “I really meant what I said.”

Sylvia tapped her chin thoughtfully, studying the conflicted expression on Dakota’s face. “The scariest thing about you, my girl? Is that I think a part of you even believes that.”