The Tails of the Fox

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

When I awoke the next morning, my head throbbed painfully. My room was a mess like I had left it the night before, but an addition to the mess was now Jen who lay sprawled on my floor dead asleep.

I felt stiff, looking down, I still wore the dress from last night. However, strangely it felt a bit loose. I figured it was the alcohol in my body that had dehydrated me. Though my head felt like it had been attacked by a jackhammer, the memories of last night flashed through me. Gasping, my body lunged over to my laptop on my desk. Typing quickly, I entered my password and waited for the screen to load faster. "Come on!" I begged through gritted teeth.

The moment the familiar forest wallpaper appeared, I moved the mouse over to connect to the internet. Google popped up and my fingers moved like a blur as I typed down: Club Opera murder.

The screen took a while to load before dozens of articles appeared. My breath caught in my throat as I read the top link; Murder at Local Theatre, Actress Emma Sweets Found Dead at Age 19. I shook my head before I scrolled down to find anything else, but nothing other than articles of Emma Sweets appeared. I didn't know if I was to feel relieved or scared that a body hadn't been found. It would've been so much easier if I had known Sam's last name or something. I tried again: 2015 Club Opera. But the only thing that popped up was a list of special events planning on happening in the following months. I returned back to the first page in hopes I missed any recent news.

From behind, a low groan came from Jen. "What time is it?" She croaked finally waking. It was probably my excessive typing that awoke her.

"It's noon" I answered before I remembered that I had to have been at work nearly two hours ago. "Fuck!" I muttered as I jumped over Jen's body and rushed over to my bathroom. My head spun for a moment. Grasping the handle of the bathroom, I took a moment to steady myself before I stepped in.

"Why are you in a rush?" Jen mumbled pushing herself off the floor. She stretched her arms trying to loosen her slumber stiff limbs.

"I have work." I said in a hurry, shutting the door for privacy. I slipped out of my dress and stared at my body in the mirror for a split second. Maybe it was the hangover or maybe it was just sleep messing with my head, but my body somehow looked slimmer than it had been last night. I froze to take the time to look at my profile from another angle. "No way," I said under my breath as I stared at my butt. I messed with my underwear thinking it was a trick, but no. I for once in my life had an actually butt. Nothing too drastic, but it was obvious that the curves were there.

"Hm?" Jen's footsteps came closer closer to the door. "Something wrong?"

"I...I don't know...." I answered truthfully. Turning back and facing the mirror, my head tilted slightly still thinking this was all a trick of the light. "Jen...I think I got curves?"

"What?" Jen twisted the handle of the bathroom and pushed herself in. Her eyes darted down on my semi-bare body and she too looked slightly confused. "Oh what the hell?"

What the hell indeed. My body had not been like this, I had been as flat as they came, my breasts had been lucky enough to have filled a A-cup bra, and my figure had been stick straight with no curves at all. But now. Now my body seemed to be fixing itself to adulthood. My hips and breast were protruding out into soft S-lines. Though my breasts were still small, even when supported by my push up nude bra, it was now perked up and when I did a slight jump, there was jiggle.

"I mean - weren't you always like this?" Jen asked with her brows furrowed. Her eyes glazed over before it came into focus, "Yeah... yeah, Devon why are you making such a big deal, you look like you always do."