My Russian Mail-Order Bride

Chapter Two

katya's profile pic ^^^^
Hey guys! I'm thinking about re-doing this story when it's over. Not changing much, but making a separate version in which Katya is a trans woman, so obviously some things (including the smut) will be different. The story-line and 95% of the details will be identical! I will be editing and posting that version as soon as this one is finished <3 I hope you enjoy both versions!
katya's profile pic: https://imgur.com/gallery/MEO79UP
katya's airport outfit: https://imgur.com/gallery/KhyGJQT
trixie's airport outfit: https://imgur.com/gallery/wNuwYMW
also!! the song lyrics I used are from "Little Sister" by Trixie Mattel ;) (but in the story, it's not her song)
~sky
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Leaning her elbow against her desk, Trixie rested her chin on her palm. She bounced her knee to settle her nerves, and looked up some dating sites. A long list popped up on Google, and she was instantly overwhelmed by the choices. She decided on the third one down, figuring that she'll sign up for a few different ones just in case. As the page loaded, she noticed a large ad on the side of the screen.
"MAIL ORDER BRIDES FROM OVER 17 COUNTRIES!"
"Who actually does that?" she scoffed to herself.
She never actually considered that it was a real thing people do. The thought of buying another person made her stomach twist and brought a sour taste to her mouth. How could anyone be okay with buying someone? Aside from that, she couldn't imagine marrying someone just days after they'd met! Surely you can't know a person solely from talking to them online, no matter how long it's been.
Her eyes scanned the page, and she decided to begin filling out her profile. The site asked for at least 1 picture for her profile, so she opened her photo files and began browsing. After a while, she settled on a casual selfie from her waist up; she wore a hot pink velour jumpsuit with the zipper pulled down enough to show only the top of her cleavage. The suit hugged her breasts just right, and she loved how it made her waist look smaller than usual. As much as she loved her curves, a large chest, thick thighs, and a full ass, she wasn't too fond of her belly. It didn't push out over her groin, but it wasn't tight and toned either. It was a bit too soft for her liking, and when she sat it bunched and made small rolls appear. Her big breasts hung heavy on her chest, and her wide thighs touched a bit when she walked, but she loved her body overall, and felt fully confident in it. She was large and soft in all the right places, and her never-ending legs were her favorite feature.
Her second picture was her in a small pink bikini, laying on her side on top of a long lounge chair. You could see her pool in the background, and her hair was a bit stringy from just getting out of the water. If you looked closely you could still see water droplets against her effortlessly tanned skin.
Moving on to the next page, she began filling out the basic information portion of the profile:
Name: Trixie Mattel
Age: 21
Hair Color: Pink
Eye Color: Brown
Relationship Status: Single
Interested In: Men & Women
Looking For: Monogamous Relationship
Interests: Vintage Shopping, Baking, Collecting Barbies, Makeup

Over the next hour, she copied and pasted her information into two more dating sites, and decided on using the same two pictures as well. Switching off her computer, she stood and made her way to the kitchen for breakfast

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As the days passed, she received more messages and matches than she could count. While she found a fair number of them attractive, no one really caught her eye. She chatted with few people, but they never really clicked like she'd hoped for. Weeks slipped by, and she lost hope with every passing hour. With every person she'd engaged with, every single time she revealed her lifestyle, they changed. Being sweeter, more forward, some even asking for gifts or money. It was clear to her that once they found out about her financial situation, they were significantly more interested in her. As lonely as she was, she wanted a genuine connection—not a gold digger. With every message she became more and more discouraged. Was she destined to be with someone who only wanted her money?
   Exactly a month after her profiles went live, she was one hundred percent over it. She was over the empty compliments. She was over people dropping other conversation topics to only speak about financial matters. She was over people throwing themselves at her to get to her money. She sat cross-legged on her (obviously) pink leather couch in front of her flatscreen. This morning, it had been hard for her to find the motivation to get dressed, so she picked out a simple pink t-shirt dress, pink boy shorts, and fuzzy socks. She didn't bother with makeup. It was dark, but she wasn't sure what time; she'd been sulking all day and lost track of the hours faster than she thought was possible. Her dinner had just arrived, a cheeseburger with nachos. Her ultimate comfort food. She'd also ordered a tub of ice cream, but planned on crying into it after dinner, thank you very much. Her record player hummed from across the room, and she sang along softly between bites. She let the lyrics stab at her heart a bit.

"Tell me little dear if you've only lived here, did you really ever live at all?
Cause you'd be amazed in the summer how the days of the spring turn into fall
Just listen to your brother, you can run in the cover of the night sky when it falls
I know that you think that you're growing, but you're just tall"