After neatly placing her glasses back on, Aisha went to her room and dumped her dirty clothes in the hamper next to her favorite “The Two Towers” poster. Aisha’s room was more or less an exact extension of the rest of the house, only with more of her knick-knacks and interests in there than anywhere else. The art sculptures that had come with the house had been to Mary’s liking, so Aisha felt it was only fair that, given how they each owned the house, they should keep them in order to appeal to her friend’s creative side. However, Aisha’s room was all her own.
Clean and organized, with a small one person bed in the middle covered in Pokémon plushies, Aisha’s room was a shrine to her inner geek, which again not many people would have ever pinned her for. Mary would sometimes make fun of her for it, but given how long the two had known each other, Aisha knew it was all in good spirit.
Suddenly, Aisha remembered Mary, and headed back into the living room. Mary was still asleep on the floor, passed out drunk. Mary had been a struggling artist for what felt like a decade now, constantly zipping from one medium to the other in order t find her niche. While Aisha was busy with the stock market and uncomfortable suits, Mary was busy with pencils, stencils, papers, canvases, and anything else remotely related to the creative arts. This month was Mary’s third attempt at being an online cartoonist, with some character sketches clearly visible on her tablet. Aisha smiled, and began to pick up the beer bottles around her friend.
Mary may have drunk a little more than Aisha would have liked, but she wasn’t the ‘throw-up-everywhere’ type or the ‘angry drunk’ type, and she was still Aisha’s best friend. In fact, Mary was the only friend Aisha had whom she never fell out of contact with after college. So, like her mother always told her, Aisha “stayed close to that one true friend you know you’ll have for the rest of your life”.
Aisha managed to clean up the area in a matter of minutes, placing the beer bottles on the nearby table. She or Mary would recycle them in the morning, depending on who woke up first. Aisha looked down to grab a pillow and blanket from a nearby chair to cover Mary with, only to realize something.
She was topless, and was wearing her towel only around her naked waist. This was odd as, normally, Aisha would have been more reserved than this. Even if it was in her own home, Aisha always had practiced a reserved lifestyle, keeping herself more covered than she was right now. On top of that, she thought back to when she first entered the house, and how she so casually took her bra off before sitting on the couch. Sure, it had been rendered useless by her new bust size, but did she need to parade herself around like that as if it was normal?
Then again, the more Aisha thought about it, the less she cared. If anything, she felt happier now than she did at the start of the day. Whether it was Dylan’s rudeness or the people on the bus, Aisha felt as though she deserved to be happy, others who treaded all over her be damned. The breasts were merely a happy bonus.
On the opposite side of people treading all over her, Aisha looked back down at Mary, who (while more sozzled than not) did care about Aisha and made an actual effort to help pay for her half of the house. Aisha smiled and lay the blanket over her friend’s body and the pillow under her friend’s head. Hopefully, she, too, would have the sort of breakthrough of self-satisfaction Aisha was now feeling. Aisha got up, walked back towards her room, and prepared to go to sleep herself.