Chapter 1: Chapter 1
It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining through a soft cloud cover, the birds were chirping, and the flowers were blo ing. I was sitting in the meadow, soaking up the last rays of the sun before it hid behind the trees for the night.I had been doing this for the past hour, letting my mind wander as the breeze rustled the grass and the butterflies fluttered around me. What would it be like to be a butterfly, I thought. To fly, to feel the wind on my skin, to sparkle in the sun... That would be wonderful. But I am a cat, and I don't have wings.I don't have the ability to fly.But I do have the ability to feel love, and that is something wonderful. So, I sat there - staring at the clouds, listening to the birds, imagining what it would be like to be a butterfly - "waiting for my love to return from the city.I've been waiting all day."
My love.
The soft, powder blue dress I was wearing was made of a soft, light fabric perfect for a spring day. The sleeves were rolled up to my elbows, and I had no intention of pulling them down. As I waited, my eyes drifted to the red brick wall behind me.The wall was covered in graffiti, most of it illegible to anyone other than the person who had done it. Some of it was pretty, some not so much. But all of it was mine. I had put it up, and I took pride in the fact that it was the first thing people saw when they entered the meadow.As I thought, i felt a growing sensation within my breasts that I had forgotten something. I looked down and saw my phone lying on the ground next to a bunch of flowers. I picked it up and called my boyfriend, who was supposed to be picking me up for a date. No answer.I left a voice note. No reply. I left another voice note. Nothing.I was beginning to get worried. Where could he be? I v e sent him a text, and he hasn't replied. Should I be worried? What if something happened to him?I decided to go home, as it felt like my dress was shrinking by the second! I need to know what is going on. I need to see him, talk to him, before I make a decision. He might be working, you know.As i got home, i looked down to see that my dress was so small, my boobs were nearly popping out of the top! Oh no,' I thought, 'not again!' I ran my hand over my chest, feeling the fabric of my dress clinging to my body.I ran my hand down my back, feeling the softness of the fabric against my skin. I let my hand travel down my abdomen, feeling the growth of my breasts with every seductive breath I took in the air.My hand stopped at my panties, which were damp with perspiration. I pulled my panties up and took a deep breath before heading up the stairs to my bedroom.