Bethany's Search

The morning of the egg festival, Bethany brushed out her long teal hair and twisted it into a loose bun on her head like she began most days. She was sitting up in her big bed in front of a row of windows where she could enjoy the warm sunbeams on her nude flesh. It was nice to put off going outside where it was decievingly crisp. She stretched out along the foot of the bed in her sunbeam like a cat and watched the wind blow the leaves in her orchard for a few minutes. She dozed slightly, one hand under her head and the other lightly resting on her breast, while the clock hypnotically ticked away the seconds from the living room. The house was silent and empty. Even the cat was outside stalking mice among the apple trees.

Then she woke up, sensing she had wasted a good fifteen minutes now, and went to her dresser. Bethany pulled on some simple black panties then slid into her purple leggings. She skipped a bra, appreciating how farming had formed her muscles so well that her medium breasts held themselves up and perky. She idly ran her fingers over the barbel-pierced nipples, watching them harden and stand outward. Her body had gotten paler since winter began, but soon enough she could get her tan back. The nipples were a sweet pink that she was proud of despite tanning. She sighed and took a midriff cropped black tanktop out of a drawer and put it on, then grabbed a light grey sweater from the closet as an extra layer until it warmed up outside.

The egg festival wasn't about the egg hunt. Some took it seriously, like her friend Abigail who won last year, but mostly it was a chance to see others and be seen. After a fairly boring year of labor transforming Rockridge Farm, she was ready to be really seen. They were used to her being work oriented, but hey, New Year New Me! She had ordered some sexier clothes than the long sleeved shirts and jeans she usually used for work. There were plenty of people to choose from, of both sexes, which was all fair game to Bethany. Her only concern was that most people seemed paired up, having known each other for longer than she'd known them. There was a possbility that every advance she made on someone would turn another against her.

Satisfied with her ensemble, and feeling like a spicy pepper with the new change, Bethany stepped into some black ballet flats completely unsuitable for farming and went out the door to town. The air was less chilly than she expected, and she grinned anticipating the reveal of the cropped tanktop later. Her nipples rubbed against the cotton, and their points were subtly visible even with the sweater.