Bimborg 2: Invasion of the Bawdy Snatch-Revelers (part 8)
SATURDAY MORNING
Rose-unit studied her naked reflection in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Her breasts were developing nicely, and her already-long hair had grown two more inches since Wednesday.
(The nanobots in a Pleasure Unit’s body always enlarged her breasts and grew her hair long, for two reasons. The main reason was that King James liked women with big boobs and long hair, nothing more to discuss. The second reason for these physical changes was because every Pleasure Unit was also a Welcomer, great looks gave her high status with other women, and Welcoming became easier when the Welcome-candidate deemed the Welcomer to be a woman of status.)
Since Rose-unit had herself been Welcomed three days ago, she’d developed “warts” on her left hand (which actually were transmitters, to send indoctrination information to newly-Welcomed bimborg). In 3.1 more hours (plus or minus 8.3 minutes), the construction of those transmitters would be complete.
Rose-unit’s other Welcoming equipment was almost ready to go as well. The modifications to Rose-unit’s tongue (so that it could inject nanobots into the candidate’s bloodstream) would be complete in 2.9 hours, and the creation of tiny hollow tubes in her (longer) fingernails would be completed in 1.4 hours.
In short: In no more than 3 hours, 14 minutes, and 18 seconds from now, Rose-unit could start Welcoming the most beautiful girls in Sweet Onion into becoming bimborg.
King James wanted a troop of Sweet Onion bimborg who together would fulfill his Special Instructions. King James was counting on Rose-unit to give him this troop, by Welcoming one Sweet Onion High School beauty after another. Rose-unit would not fail King James!
A stray thought occurred to Rose-unit: Her breasts would grow bigger for another 2.3 more days, and her hair would grow longer at a much faster rate for 2.5 more days. Rose-unit estimated that it was 99.93 percent likely that Charlie-Bob Owens would be pleased when he discovered these changes.
Rose-unit got her first chance at Welcoming a Babeness Standards girl on Saturday afternoon. Rose, Mommy, and Violet were in Peach Preserves (a Sweet Onion clothing boutique) when Rose spied Denise Webber at the next rack of tops.
Denise was Revision 4 because of her thick light-auburn hair and her sky-blue eyes (which all by themselves, qualified her for Babeness Standards revision 2)—
—plus Denise had the biggest boobs in the Sophomore class.
Rose looked over and smiled. “Hi, Denise, having fun today?”
Denise blinked, perhaps because she was being spoken-to by an exalted Senior. “Ah always enjoy shopping. Especially when it’s not my money!” Then Denise nodded at the green top that Rose was holding at arm’s length. “Um, you’re not buying black?”
Rose took two minutes to answer that question (while she saw Violet roll her eyes three times). Rose mentioned Dr. Saint James several times, and Rose mentioned Charlie-Bob Owens a lot.
After Rose wound down, Denise said politely, “So, you got really impressed with him. Good for you.”
By now, Rose had two green tops and a teal top picked out to try on. She made a point to look at the tops, then at her Mommy, then at Denise. Rose bit her lip, then said, “Denise, Ah need to, like, ask you a favor. Ah need, um, your help.”
“What kind of help?”
“Ah’ve gotten a second growth spurt. My boobs are getting, ohmigod, huge. And you’ve got experience in shopping for, um, big-girl tops.”
“Um...,” Denise said. Perhaps she was thinking of all the SOHS rumors that Rose was sapphic. “Why not ask your mom to help you there?”
“One word: ‘Nun.’ Mommy wants to hide all my figure, ohmigod.”
“Don’t believe my lying child, Denise,” Mommy said. “Stopping her from dressing like a teen hooker is not the same thing as dressing her as a nun.”
Then Mommy added in a thoughtful voice, “But you could give Rose advice about the proper fit that Ah can’t. Neither Ah nor my sister had to deal with being ... buxom like you.”
“Um...”
Violet said, “Denise probably doesn’t want to be in a dressing room alone with the Licking Witch of the West.”
“Violet!” Mommy said. “That’s hateful.”
“Not when rumors about your twelfth-grade sister get passed all the way down to seventh grade, Mommy,” Violet said.
“Um...,” Denise said a third time.
Rose said, “Listen, Ah am not a lesbian now!“
Oops, maybe Rose had said that a little too loud. She realized that Denise, Mommy, and Violet all were staring at her—as was the store owner. (A twentysomething customer also was looking at Rose; her face showed disappointment.)
Denise made a nervous laugh. “Okay, Ah’ll help you. But if Ah start downloading Melissa Etheridge, my boyfriend Kevin will be mad at you.”
It was easy for Rose-unit to “accidentally” scratch the other girl, prior to Welcoming Denise. The problem for Rose-unit happened a little later, when she and Denise were in the changing room. Rose-unit was 3 minutes and 39 seconds into the nanobot-transfer kiss, when she heard this argument—
Violet said, “We need to check on them, Mommy. They’ve been in there too long.”
Mommy said, “They’re fine, Vi. Leave them alone.”
“Mommy, they should be out by now. Denise might need our help.”
“Denise might need our help? Why, is Rose a vampire?”
“Jeez, Mommy, how clueless are you? Ah’ll just peek in.”
“Violet Melanie O’Connor, come back here, y’hear?”
“Mommy, do you realize what Rose could be doing? To Denise?”
“Well, Ah think you’re wrong about your sister. But even if you’re right, she’s still your sister, and you will respect her. Am Ah clear?”
Rose-unit heard a martyr’s sigh. “Yes, Mommy,” Violet said.
Two minutes later, Denise and Rose walked out of the changing booth. Rose was wearing a pea-green V-neck blouse that showed lots of cleavage (now that Rose had cleavage worth showing).
Violet grumbled, “Took you two long enough.” Her eyes were searching the face of both Denise and Rose, for any sign of a flush.
Mommy eyed Rose’s scandalous green garment. “Ah might need to rethink the whole ‘nun’ thing.”
“Charlie-Bob will like it, for sure,” Rose said. This shut Mommy up.
“You know, Charlie Bob sounds like a totally great guy,” Denise said to Mommy and Violet. “Y’all have, like, met him, right? Could y’all tell me more about him?”
Hearing Denise say this, Violet rolled her eyes.
The next day (Sunday), the entire O’Connor family headed for the malls—except that there were no malls in Sweet Onion. Or in any town nearby, for that matter. It said something about the parents’ commitment to Rose’s new hetero lifestyle that the only question then became: “Do we drive on the snow-covered Interstate to Macon, or on the snow-covered Interstate to Savannah?”
Violet voted for Macon. Mommy gave Daddy a bedroom smile and said that she’d “really” like to eat at “that cute little crab shack.” So to Savannah they went.
For Rose, the shopping trip went well. She bought a black pair and a blue pair of five-inch stilettos—
“Charlie-Bob will think you’re a slut,” Violet said.
“That’s the idea,” Rose replied.
—and in a ladies’ room at a Savannah mall, Rose-unit Welcomed a blonde who was wearing a Georgia Bulldogs sweatshirt.
(Admittedly, this had nothing at all to do with fulfilling the Special Instructions. But Rose-unit thought she needed practice at Welcoming.)