had the urine sample delivered.
I found myself watching Dylan closely - staring intently at him, trying to figure out if he would start causing mini earthquakes or freak blizzards too. He was getting close to ‘the Change’ and his emotions were a little less than stable these days.
He'd scowl and tell me I was acting like a weird freak when he caught me staring at him. I'd poke, pinch, prod or tickle him, trying to act normal to hide the terror I felt inside.
The good news: I was sleeping better than I had in years and I'd lost over forty pounds. I'd never felt so good. Even though I still had around twenty pounds to go, my body had never been in great shape like this.
Was I worried that I'd lost forty pounds in a month? A little, yes. Ask any overweight woman if she'd turn down that type of transformation, though. Go ahead. If she says yes, she’s lying.
I hadn't weighed less than two hundred pounds in eight years. I suppose that having a full on boot camp can work wonders. If this whole Hunter deal didn't work out, I was absolutely going to open a camp for the voluptuous girls who didn't want to be so voluptuous anymore. I'd make a fortune beating people into submission.
I wondered briefly if Drew would let me keep Scooter for this fantasy venture. His presence did a lot to keep me on the straight and narrow. The fear of him maybe catching me someday kept me eating right and pushing myself beyond what I'd ever imagined possible.
Swirls of frost edged my bathroom window, and I could see the bushes twitching as the animals scurried along, preparing for the oncoming snow.
The weatherman had predicted four inches over the next few days but - as usual - nobody took the poor guy seriously. He was rarely accurate. Brandon was coming to grab Dylan for the weekend and I thought I’d heard something about skiing. With a sigh - and a small pang of sadness - I continued my morning routine, wishing that I could do something as mundane as skiing.
I stepped off the scale and took a few minutes to take a personal inventory. My hair had grown a few inches and I looked like a skunk with the grey stripes at my scalp. I’d been so tired that I hadn’t taken the time to see my stylist.
My face had lost its puffiness, my breasts had lifted (Take that gravity!) and the extra person living in my stomach wasn’t so prominent. I turned and looked over my shoulder at my ass with a grin. Yeah, baby! That was hours on the treadmill and weight machine at work. I had been tempted to go on a shopping spree to celebrate, but the aforementioned exhaustion made my downtime hours all about sleep and spending time with Dylan.
Time was an ever present enemy. As much as I’d like to get this waiting over with the worry of what was to come filled me with trepidation.
There was no sign of Diana and when asked where she was, Drew would clam up or tell me to focus on the now. Obviously, he thought that I needed further lessons in patience. There was just so much to do and so many questions waiting for ‘the right time.’ Who in their right minds didn’t want the right time to be now?
I pulled my hair back into a tight coil at the back of my head. Ponytails had become a thing of the past when Scooter had started using them as leverage to fling me around the room.
In a moment of utter frustration and no little amount of pain, I’d almost taken the kitchen scissors to my hair. A fraction of a second before the blades had cut into the sweaty strands, Drew had sprinted into the bathroom and grabbed my wrist.
He’d muttered something about regret, losing so much and inability to grow it back. It’s hard to focus on words when you’ve got a half-naked man gripping your wrist like you were about to cut your face off. As far as I knew, hair was the one thing that I could count on growing for as long as I was kicking.
Regardless, the hair had stayed and the ponytails had not.
It was only 6:30 in the morning but I had already
I found myself watching Dylan closely - staring intently at him, trying to figure out if he would start causing mini earthquakes or freak blizzards too. He was getting close to ‘the Change’ and his emotions were a little less than stable these days.
He'd scowl and tell me I was acting like a weird freak when he caught me staring at him. I'd poke, pinch, prod or tickle him, trying to act normal to hide the terror I felt inside.
The good news: I was sleeping better than I had in years and I'd lost over forty pounds. I'd never felt so good. Even though I still had around twenty pounds to go, my body had never been in great shape like this.
Was I worried that I'd lost forty pounds in a month? A little, yes. Ask any overweight woman if she'd turn down that type of transformation, though. Go ahead. If she says yes, she’s lying.
I hadn't weighed less than two hundred pounds in eight years. I suppose that having a full on boot camp can work wonders. If this whole Hunter deal didn't work out, I was absolutely going to open a camp for the voluptuous girls who didn't want to be so voluptuous anymore. I'd make a fortune beating people into submission.
I wondered briefly if Drew would let me keep Scooter for this fantasy venture. His presence did a lot to keep me on the straight and narrow. The fear of him maybe catching me someday kept me eating right and pushing myself beyond what I'd ever imagined possible.
Swirls of frost edged my bathroom window, and I could see the bushes twitching as the animals scurried along, preparing for the oncoming snow.
The weatherman had predicted four inches over the next few days but - as usual - nobody took the poor guy seriously. He was rarely accurate. Brandon was coming to grab Dylan for the weekend and I thought I’d heard something about skiing. With a sigh - and a small pang of sadness - I continued my morning routine, wishing that I could do something as mundane as skiing.
I stepped off the scale and took a few minutes to take a personal inventory. My hair had grown a few inches and I looked like a skunk with the grey stripes at my scalp. I’d been so tired that I hadn’t taken the time to see my stylist.
My face had lost its puffiness, my breasts had lifted (Take that gravity!) and the extra person living in my stomach wasn’t so prominent. I turned and looked over my shoulder at my ass with a grin. Yeah, baby! That was hours on the treadmill and weight machine at work. I had been tempted to go on a shopping spree to celebrate, but the aforementioned exhaustion made my downtime hours all about sleep and spending time with Dylan.
Time was an ever present enemy. As much as I’d like to get this waiting over with the worry of what was to come filled me with trepidation.
There was no sign of Diana and when asked where she was, Drew would clam up or tell me to focus on the now. Obviously, he thought that I needed further lessons in patience. There was just so much to do and so many questions waiting for ‘the right time.’ Who in their right minds didn’t want the right time to be now?
I pulled my hair back into a tight coil at the back of my head. Ponytails had become a thing of the past when Scooter had started using them as leverage to fling me around the room.
In a moment of utter frustration and no little amount of pain, I’d almost taken the kitchen scissors to my hair. A fraction of a second before the blades had cut into the sweaty strands, Drew had sprinted into the bathroom and grabbed my wrist.
He’d muttered something about regret, losing so much and inability to grow it back. It’s hard to focus on words when you’ve got a half-naked man gripping your wrist like you were about to cut your face off. As far as I knew, hair was the one thing that I could count on growing for as long as I was kicking.
Regardless, the hair had stayed and the ponytails had not.
It was only 6:30 in the morning but I had already
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