#{threads:kris}

"think that my ass has, like, totally g-gotten b-bigger, daddy," kris told the other stepping out of the changing room. it was a smaller boutique, so there weren't too many people around, but even so the redhead blatantly moved out of the room with their ass out. the dainty yellow thong showing off as the skirt they were trying on squeezed around the thick pale cheeks. "it's, like, totally my normal size and everything. i-i w-was so excited for this one too," a pout. they would have bigger sizes probably, but even so, kris didn't want to make more trouble for the other watching them try things on. kris turned fully so that their ass was facing the other, sweater pulled up to expose the wide hips and the tramp stamp right above the their massive ass. "does it, like, l-look b-bigger to y-you?"

hands around their neck, kris curled up as much as they could, still standing so they weren't laying on the airport's ground. "you have got to be kidding me!" they whispered to themselves and felt the tears begin. tossing their head up, to the only other person who had seemed to have the connection, kris grabbed her attention, "p-pardon? do you have any tissues? i-i used all of mine earlier and i'm spiraling a-a-a b-bit h-here."

the setting is not where they'd think to run into anyone. so okay, the red head was lingerie shopping. it was a little pick me up from a rough week. work was the same as always, but even so the partners were much more demanding which meant many longer hours for them. all the while flickering thoughts back to, of all people, the person standing right next to them in the store. when...when did she get back into town? "c-cam?" kris hesitated to ask, putting down the bra in their hand to shake the thoughts free and refocus. yep, she was still there. heart raced, face turning as red as their hair. "what...what are you d-doing back?" hopefully it was because of the letters or phone calls from them over the time she had been away. hopefully, hopefully.

"let me, like, make sure i get a good picture of what i am before w-we end up without all of my clothes on," kris told the other as they posed for a quick selfie. something to remember the effort they had put into the costume. the buxom form stuffed into a school girl outfit because of course. skirt plaid, white stockings held up by garters, heels in the same plaid as the skirt and the tie loose around their neck. the white button down tight and much too small. bright blonde hair with pink tips in pig tails. "want to show off my make up for...for like, everyone."

"h-hello?" with senses returning, they could see they were on a bed...somewhere. the single light down onto them obscured everything else but just them in the bed. "hello? can...can s-someone h-help me please? i don't know where i-i am."

So when Savannah woke up, Kris was standing right by the bed with a tray of breakfast for the other. The pajamas had been discarded and left them in the off-purple bra, pan.ties and garter combination that Peyton had told them she was currently wearing. "Pardon me. D-Daddy? It's the time you told me to wake you up." On the tray of food was also Savannah's phone so she could double check all that Kris was wearing.

freshly manicured nails settled on either side of them, legs splayed out beneath, back arched, face up, looking at the empty chair. waiting. waiting for the familiar sound of...-there it was. the door opening. their hear beat furious in their chest. ready for whatever it was the other wanted of them today.

the nun habit covered up everything but their angelic features. but beneath, their little secret- their tiny stolen sin. beneath was lingerie, perfect for valentine's. pink and lacy. garters and stockings, lacy thong, a push-up bra. none of it was allowed of course. not for their convent. and yet, kris couldn't help themselves. especially not for such a holiday. "i hope the lord finds you well."