Moving in

Well, here I am, back in the civilized world. I promised I wouldn't tell where I've been, but suffice to say they're not big on clothing. So as soon as I got and walked down the city streets, I couldn't really understand what all the noise was about. That is, until I was run over by someone paying more attention to my breasts (or maybe my ass, it's hard to tell sometimes) instead of the road.

Well, "run over" is a relative term. It's more like the car wrapped itself completely around my flawless calves and thighs, leaving my standing almost inside the passenger compartment. It wasn't until then that I realized I was wearing a lot less than most people. There weren't quite trains taking a detours over dirt roads to check me out, but everyone who could see was staring. It's pretty hot to see people still like me, but I decided it was time for some clothes.

45 seconds later, I'd gathered enough different clothes for any occasion. You'd think it's difficult for a girl like to shop for clothes, but once you realize I love my outfits as small and tight as possible, it becomes really easy.

Then, it was time for a place to live. Now, I've gotten used to large open spaces, so I decided to... "acquire" a particular penthouse I'd noticed before I left. Unfortunately it wasn't for sale anymore. Unfortunately for the current owner, that is, because I realize now that if I want something, I can just take it.

I jumped up to the giant roofgarden, landing right in front of the owner. He was tanning in his boxers, sure that nobody would see him. I've noticed a pattern in people who I drop in on like this that I call the Shock and Awe Reaction, it has three phases.

First comes the Shock at seeing someone suddenly appear in front him, and then the Awe at actually looking at me, he gave the standard Reaction of stammering and hardening. Luckily for him, he was a really fit, and pretty cute, guy, so I decided to "persuade" him to give me this place, instead of just taking it from him.