Letters from Heather - 2021 - My Last Days Here

The next vignette about an alternate reality Heather whose boobs never stopped growing. Artwork done by the amazing @AldoinHeaven on Twitter.

I really love this one. Very relaxed, demure, abstract... and SUCH a splendid aesthetic on the expression. Now to find a nice warm rock where the girls and I can lounge like iguanas...

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It had to happen at some point. And I’ll admit, a part of me is excited. After three years in one place, it’s gonna be nice to have a change of climate.

But, the wilds of Spain have grown on me, so to speak. When things got too nuts back at home, this seemed like the complete opposite. And getting to spend this time, out in the middle of nowhere, has done wonders. Especially 2020... at the very least, I got to really confirm that I don’t particularly mind being a homebody-bordering-on-recluse. Have internet, will travel.

And, it gave my brain time to settle. Away from friends, and social stuff, and expectations, and noise. Especially with the macro. It’s kinda been great to live in a tiny community where people just... get used to you? It’s gonna be weird, too: going weeks at a time when the only person you see is the lady from town who delivers your groceries. Don’t know how I can go back from that. Hope I’ve “practiced” enough...

The time has come for a change, though. Time to break out of my shell. Can’t stay forever.

So, I’m enjoying all the stuff I tell myself I typically do, but never actually get around to doing. The world is still closed, but the weather is getting nice, so I’ve dug out the tank tops and go for long walks where I can actually feel the sun on my shoulders. Usually I find some big rock where I’m 99.9% sure the nearest person is a mile away, strip off the two sports bras (note to self: God I need new sportsbras), and just do some fucking sunbathing — some big rock where I can at least go topless and get warm. Plant my butt, prop myself up with my arms, let the girls flop next to me on the warm, hard stone, and the three of us just close our eyes and listen to some music.

I still haven’t done solo public (but remote) full-nude sunbathing yet. My mind always goes to what’s gonna happen when that’s the half hour some family would stroll by to find this oblivious chick sprawled out on a rock, bobbing her head from side to side on Taylor Swift, reaching for the thermos she made a cocktail in, naked as a jaybird... and with boobs like these plopped next to her? Depends on the family, but either embarrassment or... jail? So even though I keep the jeans on, it’s still nice to feel the heat.

But with things the way they are... Why not. It’s going to be super-nice this week, so I’ll take my chances. Find someplace hidden, and take the weight off, for a change. I feel like I’ve been deep-cleaning forever. Before I have to give my aunt back her house at some point I suppose; I at least want it to look like a slob hasn’t been living here. But my back is feeling it.