The busty, brown eyed beauty with the chestnut hair glanced around the sterile waiting room. Her pleading eyes quested for comprehension of her unfamiliar environment. There were stethoscopes and stuff on the wall, along with little jars of cotton balls and those popsicle sticks that doctors put on your tongue.
The only thing missing was that weird hospital smell. In fact, the poor confused girl could have sworn the whole place smelled more like… Sex…
“Excuse me, Nurse” Came a burly, overmasculine voice.
Looking up, the girl suddenly saw the dopey looking face and shaved head of someone who she presumed to be a doctor. The doctor, actually. Except he looked more like a broad, muscular meathead, precariously stuffed into a cheap approximation of a medical professional’s white coat.
Presumably, that made her the nurse. The girl looked down with wide eyed disbelief at the red and white striped vest she wore. An even tackier, cheaper looking version of what a 14 year old fetishist might imagine a sexy assistant would wear.
Of particular interest were the large, spherically fake silicone breasts she sported. Bolted to her chest in a distinctly unnatural manner. The sudden shock of glimpsing her own spray-tan bronzed valley of cleavage was so severe, that she almost forgot to say her line.
“Nurse? Hey… nurse?”
“Oh, huh?” she shook her head, causing her bouncy brown-ish hair to jostle playfully.
“Nurse, I’m going to need you to use your head on this one”
“Umm… Of course doctor!” she slipped into her role without further hesitation, husking her lines out in a breathy voice that simmered with barely contained sexuality. “I just need to see your PHD!”
The thick-necked stud strained to bend his elbow for the sheer size of his meaty biceps. Pointing a thumb over his shoulder at the framed, clearly fake certificate on the wall.
“He he, No!” Giggled the nurse, smiling obliviously as the world began to shimmer and lose focus around her “I mean your pretty… huge… di-“
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Just like that, the alarm blared and Maria Diaz awoke with a stretch and a groan. The silly, horny dream she was having slowly drifted away in the bright light of day, remaining only as a faintly glowing ember in the back of her waking mind.
She almost laughed at herself, reaching up and cupping her barely there breasts over her cotton pajama shirt. Instantly banishing any lingering notion that she and the highly enhanced babe from her barely remembered dream could be the same person.
Maria forcefully slapped her alarm clock silent, jostling her creaky bedside table and causing her little bottle of pills the rattle. She sighed, once again reminded that her antidepressants were dwindling down to a small supply, and would need to be refilled sometimes during her busy week.
Another chore to add to her busy life. But there was no time to dwell on the negatives, there was work to be done.
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Maria was tall to the point of awkwardness, easily towering over her more average roommate Annette, as they gathered around the breakfast table. The sunlight filtered in through the filthy curtains of their musty off-campus apartment, illuminating the motes of dust that floated freely on the air like a sea of golden stars. The walls were still lined with rows of unpacked boxes, save for a few pilfered pans and a streaky old toaster, which they needed to prepare their morning meal
“You ever feel like you’re a fake?” Maria asked her roommate, as she chomped into a hastily made slice of golden-brown buttery toast. Maria’s face was unremarkable, plain but pretty and blemish free. Her features were long and slender, like her. Both her beautiful brown eyes and flowy brown hair shimmered with an inner luster in the bright morning sunlight.
“You mean like, an imposter syndrome?” Anette’s french canadian accent was thick, nearly to the point of being unintelligible. But somehow the girls managed, forming an instant rapport of their shared experience of being bilingual in a mostly english speaking country.
“Exactly! Maria walked over to a carelessly strewn box, from which a leafy green plant was poking out the top. The poor potted plant seemed to have suffered mightily from the journey between Maria’s old bedroom and her brand new apartment. She carefully placed it under the sink and twisted the tap In the hopes of restoring proper vibrancy to its wilting leaves.
“It’s like, my whole family is geniuses, or something. And I’m just pretending to be smart. My mom is a mathematician, my dad is a chemist. And then there’s my sister Diana, who’s basically on her way to being a physicist. Meanwhile, I'm an aspiring linguist who only speaks two languages so far…”
“Your sister, didn’t you say she went to this same university?” Anette interrupted.
“Oooh, you’re going to love my sister. She’s super sm-”
“She’s super…?”
Suddenly, Maria found herself stuck still. The world shimmered strangely around her, as everything, including her roommate’s voice were relegated to fuzzy background noise. As if an earthquake had broken out without warning, and all she could hear was her nearly empty bottle of pills rattling on the kitchen counter.
“Maria, are you ok?”
“Oh, umm. Sorry, I think I spaced out for a second. My sister Diana is super… super stupid? I mean… she’s really dumb, but she’s also really nice”
Maria exhaled a sigh of relief. It felt odd, to hold a new and unflattering image of her elder sister in her head. But as she searched her memories, it was simply a fact that Diana was more than a bit of a dumb bunny. Living proof of the stereotype that big breasts came at the cost of itty-bitty brains.
Something else was off though. Looking down at her hands, she noticed that the plant she placed under the rushing tap was… “Plastic…?” She placed the rubbery wet facsimile of real natural greenery between her thumb and forefinger. Knowing as she pinched the faux foliage between thumb and forefinger for inspection, that it would be fake. But she went through the motion all the same, if only to banish some lingering doubt.
Why was she watering an obviously fake plant?
She was having an off day, she figured. And most definitely needed to re-fill her prescription. But for now, she simply needed to scarf down her toast, throw her backpack over her shoulder and head to class.
“See you later, Anette. I’ve got a full day ahead of me, gotta fight that imposter syndrome, one class at a time!”
“R-right… Bye…”
Anette found herself distracted by her own bout of sudden confusion. She slowly waved goodbye to her new friend Maria, all while feeling unable to look away from her fake acrylic nails. The one’s she couldn’t for the life of her remember getting.
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