Hannah really wanted to call the store as she sat there naked on her bed puffing on her cigarette and staring at the DVD. She wanted to, but knew she couldn't. Her attendance was horrible and she didn't relish the thought of having to find a new job. Besides, the DVD would be there when she got home tonight.
It wasn't like there was really anything wrong with her. Sure it was odd, she thought looking down at her flaccid dick, but she wasn't sick or in pain. Putting her cigarette out, she got dressed.
She tried a couple of pairs of panties on, but her new bulge made them stick out and show off some of her dark curls, and they didn't seem to feel right on her ass either. Ultimately she decided to go commando, pulling on a pair of loose fitting blue jeans that left pleanty of room in the crotch.
Hannah put on a white push-up bra and a nearly sheer, tight black top with a low cut, plunging neckline that showed off her cleavage. She didn't normally dress so slutty for work, but she figured the more attention she drew to her upper half, the less people would look at her lower half.
Time for work.
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Hannah was sitting in the smoke room on her break. Her day was thankfully half over. Like any other day, it had been boring. Hannah hated being a cashier, but needed the money.
As much as she knew she shouldn't, she wanted to tell somebody her secret. It was starting to drive her crazy.
At that moment, Cassie walked in. Cassie was her best friend right now. She thought about how sad that was. She was twenty-five and her best friend was only seventeen. Hannah had bought her and her boyfriend beer a few months ago and they had been friends ever since.
Best friends shared secrets right?