Brittany
by Katchase (unfinished)
At
twenty-one, Brittany Jones, was your typical all American girl. Standing
5'4''and
possessing a beauty that most woman would sell their souls to
have,
you would think that Brittany would be happy with who she was and
her
gorgeous appearance,but unfortunately that was not the case.
Brittany
is like most young American women of
today who feel they must
constantly
keep up with all the different fashion styles
otherwise
they
will no longer be attractive and chic. Unfortunately for Brittany,
it
was this type of thinking that got her into her current
predictament,,,but
that is an another story for another time.
Our
story starts like most other stories do,,at the beginning and for us that
would
be at 10 o'clock this morning as we see Brittany's mother is once
again
attempting to wake up Brittany as she does most mornings for her
1pm
class at the local college which she is a senior and majoring in
contemporary
fashion designing. After about ten minutes of trying to wake
Brittany,
her mother gets fed up and pulls off all the covers, leaving
a
scantily clad, long blond haired young woman
in a little pink and
white
babydoll top and matching panties clutching for covers that are no
longer
there and with this realization also comes a sigh of resignation
as
she begins to stretch her limbs outward and rub the sleep from her
eyes
in an attempt to be fully awake. Brittany's mother watches her
daughter
for a moment until she is sure she is up and then informs her
that
if she hurries there may be time to stop at the local mall before
her
class to find a new outfit for her graduation which was only a month
away. Like any young woman of today, the lure of a
free outfit and the
chance
to do some power shopping was too strong to resist and Brittany
was
no exception to this rule. Within twenty minutes time, Brittany was
dressed
and doing a final inspection of herself in a full length mirror
for
any imperfections. While Brittany was blessed with a beautiful face
and
figure ,unfortunately she believed she was too heavy and her hips
were
too big because the models of today were all stick thin and small
chested where she was curvy with nice sized firm
breasts and so she
always
was looking for new ways to make herself look more like the
beautiful
models of today.
Taking
one last look in the mirror,she wishes out loud that if only she could look
like the models of today,then her
life
would be perfect..
''BE CAREUL WHAT YOU WISH
FOR OR YOU JUST MAY GET IT.”
Brittany's
mother was telling her daughter. After four stores
and
at least a dozen outfits rejected by her daughter because they made
her
look too fat, too hippy or too busty. Her patience was wearing
thin.
''Would
you really want to look like a little pre pubescent girl
again?
For in my opinion, that is what they look like. Why at thirteen
you
had more curves and breasts than a model of today.”
Brittany
looked at her mother sighed and said,
''Mom
you don't understand, its all appearance
today
especially in my field, fashion, if I have to look twelve again to fit
in
and be stylish so be it. Of course that will never happen with this
body.''
And
with that she turned away from the dressing room mirror and
started
to walk out of the store certain she would never find her
perfect
outfit and would be a social fashion outcast forever. It was
12:15
pm and Brittany and her mother was walking quickly through the
mall
trying to get their car so Brittany would not be late for her one
o'clock
class when they both saw it at the same time on a manequinn in a
store
neither of them could remember being in that mall before.
It
was a simple pale pink a line dress with a high bodice and white piping on the
sleeves and hem of the short flaired type skirt. The hem was so short on
the
mannequinn that you could see a pair of heavy white cotton panties
with
pink trim adorning the top and leg openings and also the outline of
a
matching vest tucked into the panties was surprisingly very obvious to
anyone
who looked closely. Brittany's mother commented on this strange
choice
of underware but Brittany assured her that it was very chic to
wear
children's style underware in this day and age. Once inside the
shop,
Brittany was instantly drawn to the rack that held that style of
dress
which she was so enthralled with but to her surprise none of the
dresses
had sizes on them, just had a tag inside that read one size fits
small.
Brittany hoped that was just a typo and glancing quickly at the
clock,
Brittany realized it was now 12:25 pm and if she didn't act
quickly
she would be late for her class. Brittany grabbed a dress off
the
rack to try on when a saleswoman grabbed her and handed her the
matching
underware to also take in to try on, as it was store policy
that
you couldn’t buy the dress without purchasing the matching underwear.
Pressed
for time and not wanting to argue. Brittany raced into the
dressing
rooms and removed all her clothes and quickly put on the vest
and
matching panties and slid the dress over her head and walked out to
see
herself in the three way mirror and ask her mom's opinion.When she
walked
out she wondered why the new underwear felt funny to her but put
it
out of her mind when she saw how cute she looked in the dress, and
even
though it seemed a bit short on her, even her mother agreed it
would
be perfect for her. Because she had tried on so many outfits
before
finding this one, it was now 12:35 pm and to save time while she
was
getting dressed , Brittany decieded to just keep on the new
underware
she had on instead of changing back and put her original
clothes
and bra and panties in the bag with her new dress and hurried
out
of the store to go to class.
Taking
one last glance at her reflection in the three way mirror, Brittany could of
sworn she didn't look as full figured as she normally did but then she had been
dieting lately and just figured that was it. Brittany got to class on time that
day but while she sat in class she kept having what felt like small jolts of
electricity flow through her body causing an tingling sensation
like
she has never known.
“That's
strange.” she thought.
“It
feels like my clothes are getting baggy on me and even my shoes seem a bit big
for my feet. Good thing class is almost over and mommy, err mom will be here to
give me a ride home.”
WHAT IS HAPPENING TO POOR
BRITTANY?
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