The Enhanced

Chapter Sixteen

As I walk out I see something that catches my eye. Bras. Lots and lots of bras.

I owned two bras and they were more vests than bras. I make my way over and look at all the variations of colour, pattern, size and style.

Intent on buying one I hold the cups up to my own breasts. There was A, B, C, D and DD.

Only the D and DD seem to come close to my size so I takena few of each with the matching underwear and take it to the changing rooms.

I had five altogether and try each one on. They had lace and reds and blacks and whites.

Eventually, two DD bras seem to be best fitting. They each came with a pair of underwear, though it didn't seem like enough fabric at all to cover me.

I take this opportunity to change into dry clothes from my bag and stuff my damo clothes to the bottom. Luckily, my bag was very waterproof and nothing had been damaged when I dove into the water.

When I leave a lady asks me if I anything didn't fit and takes the other three bras. I thank her and head back to the desk again.

The line was much smaller and soon I have paid thirty dollars for my new undergarments.

When I leave the shop, I wander around New York City and make my way along different roads and streets.

When I come up to Queens Train Station, I make a split second decision. Time to move on from this big city and go somewhere else.

I make my way up to the ticket booth and look to the man.

"Destination?" He asks.

I look around the room and see a big sign of places. I pick out one at random.

"Uhm... Cleveland, Ohio please." I ask.

He turns to his computer and clicks in a few things. "Economy?" He asks.

I nod. I wasn't wasting money on some extra leg space.

"Fifty two dollars." He says.

I hand him a one hundred and he slowly changes it up before handing me the remainder and also a small ticket. 

It reads, 'Queens to Cleveland, Platform Four.'

I enter the huge building and search around for Platform Four. Eventually, I find it and I check the small arrival times board.

The train was due any minute.

Seconds later, a huge vehicle speeds past me and slows to a stop as people clamber to get on. 

I step on and take a seat towards the back, by myself. I place my bag on the seat next to me and settle in for the ride.

My ticket says it's nearly a ten hour ride and I have absolutely nothing to do. It was barely eleven and I was nowhere near sleep.

The train starts and gains speed. The soft thrum of the engine calms me.

After about an hour, i begin to feel slightly faint and ill. I glance at my right wrist and realise blood has soaked through the makeshift bandage and onto my lap.

I stand up and make my way towards the front clumsily as tje dizziness catches up to me. Apparently, I had lost a lot more blood than I thought.

I reach a small room inbetween cars for suitcase storage. There was a fire extinguisher but no first aid kit.

I unwrap the tissue from my wrist to see my mutilated wrist. My skin was stained red and it throbbed horribly.

I exit the small storage compartment and re enter my train car.