The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 4, Tiffany Transparent: Arrives at Cosmos House, Day 1, Section 1, Babs Greets Tiffany: Porn Star Arrives at the Front Door ¶ Evening of the First Day has arrived when Babs answers the Front Door and evaluates a curvy feline that brushes long red hair back in one of those poses that form deep crevices in her armpits. A flirtatious self-confident woman looks Babs in the eye and introduces herself, “Hi! I’m Tiffany!” ¶ Babs’ heart skips a beat, and she silently considers what presents itself on the boards of the Porch. Boss Babe instinctively blocks the door with her body, and Tiffany takes a step back. Milk-white skin, darting blue eyes, a flat chest, deep curvy belly, small tush, and tapered legs. ¶ BB breaths deeply, steadies herself. “Hello to you. You are my first Pledge to arrive!” {And you are smaller than I am.} ¶ Yes. Tiffany stands a bit shorter than Babs (5’ 10”), weighs less (105 pounds), and last taped in narrower (32A-23-33). ¶ Tiffany straightens. “Ma’am I don’t know why I’m here. I’m as surprised as you must be. I Whored last Term so somehow I’m a Double Opt Up.” ¶ Babs allows herself to take her time as she stands her ground. But it’s hard, because BB has no choice but to accept what she sees, and she nods her head more casually now as she welcomes, “Tiffany, your Calendar precedes you.” ¶ “I am a Porn Star!” Tiffany dances, and the door Cam hovers midway down the jam and feeds her framed image to the Prefecture. Mucho bellage. Cameltoe. Translucent, almost see-through sleeveless croptop. ¶ Babs blinks. BB squares herself in the doorframe, gathers her wits, and safely observes, “You’re on the Manifest with two pieces.” ¶ “Oooh, you noticed!” Tiffany swivels and sweeps a wrist down her torso. “Sleeveless silk croptop and low-rise stretch slacks. Massive bellage. Hairage and rugage. Navelage too.” ¶ “Obviously,” BB says dryly. “24x7.” ¶ Tiffany feels Babs study her shirt. “Ma’am…” Tiffany senses BB’s unease and tries to calm her. “Ma’am, I guess we both have two Garments, but I am your Pledge, Ma’am, and I am far more indecent than you are. My croptop stays true to my name. The silk really is translucent, and it reveals my areolage and special titty tip details. My Eraser Heads.” ¶ Yes, Babs tries to look at headlights molded in the gossamer of the shirt and not look right through Tiffany’s translucent silk at two pert cylinders of erected nipple tissue. Yes, Eraser Heads. ¶ Tiffany tampers, “I might have my Eraser Heads in see-through, but your bling—you’ve {crescents} d’areolage—are terrific!” ¶ And Babs blushes. ¶ Tiffany turns and stretches her stomach up so the Cam’s view is optimized. “My slacks hang so low that my red pussy hair erupts above the waistline. My turf, my thatch, my thicket, and whatever else my fans call it. Gamers love that fire comes up from my twat!” ¶ Babs tries not to wrinkle her nose at Tiffany’s overdone costume and makeup. ¶ Tiffany preens in response to Babs’ condescending stare. “I’m always hairage!” she declares. She pivots around on bare feet, presents an equally vulgar backside, and preaches posterior assets: “And I’m always showing my tail trough.” ¶ “You posterior rugage,” Babs utters dryly. ¶ Tiffany boasts, “Ma’am, I bet you don’t get to hairage and crack 24x7!” ¶ Babs recalls the top Dining Room Picture and its alleged mate at the Corvette House. She blushes vividly. {Steady! Concentrate on what Tiffany’s rugage looks like when Tiffany sits down. Better yet, with Tiffany down on her hands and knees.} The blush recedes. ¶ Tiffany rushes assurance, “Ma’am, I have no secrets. I’m transparent. Some of my Gamer fans even know my blo.od type.” ¶ Babs takes a deep consideration and discounts her first assumption. {Perhaps I not will be taking the first shirt that arrives after all.} ¶ BB offers a dry fact. “The Manifest says you are my Roommate this Term.” ¶ Tiffany glances to make sure she retains the Cam’s interest, and advances to Boss Babe. “Ma’am, I will sle.ep whatever you want, look like a Whore, give you all my clothes, climax on cue, and be a Stripper next Term.” ¶ And once again Tiffany catches Babs staring at her very erect nipples. Babs wonders, {Do your Eraser Heads ever retract?}