The Normie and the Farmgirl

Ramona could have never imagined she'd end up so ... normal. She still had some of the relics of her former life as a big titty goth. She still had the silver rings in her nipples. Her tits were even bigger, from the potency of Rasheed and the brown babies he'd swollen her belly with.

It was that conventionality that would have shocked a younger her. Willingly subjecting herself to the dictates and demands of a foreign religion and culture. Praying for penance for the sin of keeping her nipples pierced, and any sin that she'd commit during a day. Utter devotion to her Black husband. For fuck's sake, she even had a white picket fence.

She knocked on Lindsay's door. The two outsiders were neighbors now, on the outskirts of the city. Their husbands worked together on oil and gas projects, which frequently took them overseas. So Lindsay and Ramona's friendship was stronger than ever.

Lindsay had acquired acreage, slowly but surely, with her husband Samir's permission, and had herself a little farm. They shared tea togethe, chatting about their kids and their planned day. So routine ... so rote. The only thing that differentiated this scene from any of a thousand that day in the south was their hijabs and African husbands. And the buxom brunette that showed up just before Ramona left, with a redhaired teenager in tow in need of additional mentorship.