Tifa’s new life in Midgar

Barret sat down next to me and Aerith as we were around the campfire, “Y’all chatting about our unfortunate little fighter behind her back?” We both grimaced a bit as we looked down and ready to get chastised by the dad of our travel group. “Shit, you two! I’m not here to shut it down. I was just curious if you wanted to hear some stories about Tifa moving to Midgar for the first time.”

Barret was taking off his sunglasses as Aerith said, “How do you know about these stories? I thought Tifa didn’t immediately join Avalance.”

Barret chuckled and said, “I often drank with Marle, the sweet lady that was in charge of the housing where Tifa lived, and she would tell me these stories to pass the time. Poor girl is cursed beyond belief and I’m still not used to seeing her naked body when it happens.”

We both were interested beyond belief now as he chuckled and took us back to Tifa first entering Midgar…

*****

Tifa woke up slowly and groaned as she wanted to sleep longer but remembered the large debt she still had with Dr. Oranye. She was going to be in debt for the rest of her life at this point despite being so frugal and was still pretty pissed at him for taking a topless photo of her for “medical reasons.” He assured her that her face was out of the picture and that it would be shown to various patients that needs similar treatments. Despite the weirdness, he was the one that helped her return to a normal life rather quickly despite just how serious her injuries were, even helping her with housing as well securing a job in Sector 8.

It had already been a year since Master Zagan had saved her life after the Nibelheim incident. He had taken her to Corel for the emergency procedure that saved her life before making the final trip to Midgar in hopes of better medical procedures that worked to give her a future again. She sat up with the scar on her chest being a strong reminder that she had a close run-in with ****. Sleeping topless was fairly normal for her as she was topless for most of recovery due to the spot of the injury so it felt natural now. It still hurt to wear a bra so she stayed braless under her shirts to lessen the pain.

She noticed the time and hopped out of bed quickly as she was running late for her shift at the Sector 8 steamed buns for her shift and “Pops” would have her head. She quickly slid off her pajama pants and was running to her dresser for her clothes. She quickly slid on her white halter top and grabbed a pair of white panties and her black skirt with suspenders. Lastly, she put on socks and her iconic red shoes while checking for any bedhead. She was grateful that she needed next to no makeup as that helped to reduce the amount of time she needed to get ready in the morning.

She quickly locked her door and made her way down the stairs. Her boobs bounced all about with each hurried step to the approval of her neighbors. Tifa made sure to greet each one of them as she quickly passed them to avoid being late for her shift again. Once of the door, she smiled as the Sector 8 streets were buzzing. “Time to go sell 1000 buns today!” she said as she hurried down the street to Sector 8 Steamed Buns.