In Plain Sight 02

Corey plunged into his pool, desperate to escape the oppressive summer heat. His cousin, Tress—visiting from the city—floated lazily beside him, her tight bikini accentuating her figure. It was hard to ignore the fact that Tress had four full breasts, especially when she playfully pressed them against him in the water. Corey quickly averted his gaze, embarrassed by his own staring. “Something wrong, Corey?” Tress asked, a sly grin tugging at her lips. “Never seen a girl in a bikini before?” “I’ve never seen a girl with… well, you know, in a bikini,” he admitted, his face flushing. Tress laughed. “Relax. You can look—I don’t mind,” she said casually. “Won’t your boyfriend get mad?” Corey asked. “Didn’t say I had one. Or a girlfriend,” Tress replied. “Well, there is someone, but he’s not the jealous type.” She tilted her head. “What about you? Got a girlfriend here in town? Or a crush?” Corey hesitated, heat creeping up his neck. “No… well, there’s this girl I like. Jenibelle. She’s my age, really pretty. Has a beautiful smile.” Tress smirked. “Wow, your whole face lit up just saying her name. Did we pass her in town this morning?” “No. She helps at her family’s grocery store, but I haven’t seen her in a few days.” “Maybe she mutated,” Tress mused, resting her arms on the pool’s edge. Corey stiffened. The idea had never crossed his mind—but after what Tress had shown him earlier, he wasn’t sure what to believe. “Y-you think so? She was normal last time I saw her.” “Most mutants are normal girls… until they’re not,” Tress said, climbing out and grabbing her towel. The sun was dipping below the horizon, the air cooling. “We should head inside.” Corey nodded, and the two retreated into the house. The next morning, Corey found Tress yawning over breakfast. “What’s the plan today?” she asked. “Thought we could hike up the mountain. The view’s amazing.” “Sounds good.” She returned moments later with her phone and a pair of binoculars. “Dad’s obsessed with birdwatching. Figured I’d humor him.” Soon, they were trekking up the hill overlooking Pinewood. Tress wore denim shorts, sneakers, and a loose shirt that only partially concealed her chest. Corey carried a picnic basket, the weight of their earlier conversation still lingering. At the summit, Tress snapped photos of the countryside before pausing. “Hey, what’s that?” She pointed to a sprawling farm in the distance, encircled by a massive fence. “The Reynolds’ place. They supply most of the town’s milk.” “Wait—that’s where the milkman’s wife retired?” Tress’s eyes gleamed. “You don’t think…” She raised the binoculars, scanning the property. Suddenly, her lips curled into a knowing smile. She adjusted the lenses and handed them to Corey. His breath caught. There, in the middle of the farm, stood Mrs. Reynolds—or at least, what used to be her. Her upper half remained human, but from the waist down, she had the powerful legs of a cow and a swollen udder, while attendants worked at milking her. Other mutants, each with animalistic traits, moved calmly around the pasture. “That’s… that’s her,” Corey stammered. “And she’s—she’s naked.” Tress snorted. “That’s what shocks you?” “She’s a cow mutant? You were right—this is insane.” “Explains why she vanished from town,” Tress said, leaning in. “Also explains why the milk’s been tasting better.” Corey’s stomach lurched. “Wait—we’ve been drinking Mrs. Reynolds’ milk?!” “Tried some this morning. Delicious.” Tress shrugged. “Relax, mutant products go through the same processing as regular food.” “I can’t believe I—” “Then you definitely don’t want to know why the eggs are so good,” Tress teased, peering through the binoculars again. They lingered awhile before packing up. On the descent, Corey stayed silent, his mind racing. “Come on,” Tress said. “It’s not that weird. Think of it this way—you’ve been drinking the fluids of a hot MILF this whole time.” “That doesn’t help,” Corey muttered, cheeks burning. “But… I think I need to check on Jenibelle.” “If she’s hiding, there’s a reason,” Tress warned. “I know. But if she’s mutated… she might end up on that farm. Or worse—I might never see her again.” Tress sighed. “Fine. But if she has changed, you don’t mention it. Be nice.” By dusk, they stood at Jenibelle’s back door, knocking. No answer. “They’re not home,” Tress said—just as Corey darted into the yard. “What are you doing?!” “Taking initiative,” he whispered. “This is called trespassing,” Tress hissed. A flashlight beam cut through the dark. “Corey?” Jenibelle stood in the doorway, clad in a long gown and a face mask. “What are you doing here?” “Uh—my cousin’s hat blew into your yard,” Corey blurted. “Sorry if we scared you.” Jenibelle’s gaze flicked to Tress, who waved. “Hi! Yeah, favorite hat. Didn’t mean to intrude.” “Haven’t seen you in days. Everything okay?” Corey asked. “Just… COVID. Can’t go out,” Jenibelle murmured. “Oh. Sorry,” Corey said, guilt prickling. Jenibelle studied Tress. “Didn’t know you had family in the city.” “Yep. Meet my mutant cousin,” Corey said, emphasizing the word. Tress stiffened. “You’re a mutant?” Jenibelle’s voice held a strange curiosity. “Sure am. Nothing crazy—just an extra pair up top,” Tress said, jiggling slightly for effect. Jenibelle’s robe shifted oddly as she stared. “We should go,” Corey said, nudging Tress. As they left, she elbowed him. “Did you see how her robe moved?” Tress whispered. Corey glanced back—just in time to catch the fabric rippling, as if something beneath it had a life of its own. “So… she is a mutant,” he said. “Obviously. That’s why she stared.” Tress smacked him with her cap. “But next time, don’t introduce me like some sideshow freak.” “Sorry. Thought you didn’t care.” “I don’t. But there’s a difference between not caring and being your mutant exhibit.” Behind them, Jenibelle watched from her window, fingers tightening on the curtain. “Maybe… I should talk to her,” she murmured before slipping back into the shadows.