"Me first!" she coos, racing to the back room with a mixture of displeasure and excitement on her face. "I need to get dry.." she squeals, tumbling into the small makeshift dressing room before closing the door behind her with a slam.
I'm left standing in the back corner of the store, the sound of rain rattling against the old rooftop being punctuated occasionally with a slight yelping and subtle banging coming from within the apparently cramped changing room.
I can't help but smirk at these occasional grunts and slams from beyond the door, fighting hard to keep down a series of giggles whenever I hear Anna bemoaning her situation.
"Come on...fit!"
"Ouch! Stupid giant..."
"Oh gosh, too tight...too tight!"
Her constant frustrated cries, for a moment at least, distract me from the magnet draw of the strange clothing Vivian had pulled out and Anna had sorted for me. However, I can't deny that even as I watch the door with a stupid grin on my face I can't help but eye up the clothing in the corner of my vision.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" I mutter to myself, my eyes darting between the occasionally shaking door as soft yelps and whimpers slip through and the fishnet stockings dangling over the lip of the table at the bottom of the pile. Reaching out tentatively I can't help but stretch the material between my fingers, the feeling of the light and loose pattern in my hands giving me a moment of pure elation.
My stomach sinks as I release the clothing, my blood running cold as I try to wrap my head around what I was thinking and feeling. In my tipsy, slowly turning to drunken, haze I feel a familiar craving creep into my mind as the desire for another smoke begins to course through my body. Suddenly, it all hits me like a truck, a realization as to what was happening to me.
"You've got to be kidding..." I mutter breathlessly, my eyes darting to the soggy sweater as I register my distaste for the style. As my gaze darts back to the gothic and alternative clothing I feel that repulsion immediately vanish, replaced with a subtle but all too pressing attraction to the clothing.
"They...they fucked with my..." I hiss angrily, growing sick and tired of finding all the little landmines and pitfalls my new body had been trapped with. Before I can finish my furious thought I hear the sound of the dressing room door swing open, my attention quickly shifting to the towering redhead as she tumbles out in her new outfit.
Her face burns a bright red from sheer embarrassment as she drops several sports bras onto my pile. Her plump lips quiver as she glances down at herself nervously, completely unused to dressing like this in her former short doughy middle-aged body.
She is practically poured into a pair of gray yoga pants, two thin black lines running up the outer sides of the legs and drawing the eye up to her wide hips and perfectly outlined heart-shaped behind. The legs were a little short on her, the bottom of each leg starting at around her mid-calf as she struggles to lift the waistband over her wide sensuous hips. With each tug she is forced to readjust herself, the unbelievably tight pants easily forming an accidental camel toe with each and every poorly planned movement.
Her upper body is wrapped in a ruffled pale orange blouse, the top three buttons having been left undone out of a very real fear of damaging the shirt. It is a little big on her, the sleeves hanging from her toned arms and the bottom half failing to adhere to her firm and slender belly at all, but her chest truly pushes the top to its limit. Beneath the poor excuse of business attire I can make out the only thing that could reasonably cover up her chest, the bright orange crop top peeking through in the gap formed by her undone buttons. The top appears to restrain her bust somewhat, though it really just flattens her gigantic breasts down by only a fraction of their full size.
Her hands slowly drift up to fiddle with her tops, trying her best to make her new assets manageable as she looks down at me. A slight smile creeps across her face, her lips twisting into a lewd grin as she catches me glancing between her and the pile of sports bras.
"They...don't fit me..." she whispers softly, her demure response failing entirely to hide the excitement and pleasure in her response.
"I can...see that..." I mutter, dumbstruck as I stare up at the shy bombshell primping and preening in front of me.
She quickly turns back around to look into the room, facing a small hanging mirror as she tries and fails to do up just one more button. Sighing at her failure, though her smile only growing wider and giddier, she quickly picks up a smaller separate pile of clothes from a small stool inside the room before putting them under her arm. She soon grabs the rest, keeping it in a disorganized pile to return to the store owner.
"I think...I think I'm done" she mutters, eyeing up some of the more vibrant and practically neon items of clothes in the return pile as she momentarily reconsiders her choices. I glare as she stares into the large mess of clothes, clearing my voice with a cough before speaking.
"Who's paying for these again?" I ask, hoping to remind her to keep things on the cheap side.
"I...I know!" she squeals, her voice almost whining as her shoulder slump. "I can pay you back after if..." she begins to explain, pausing as I cross my arms over my relatively large chest. "Never mind" she eventually sighs, huffing in disappointment as I move to gather up my clothes. "I'll just come back in...gosh, two weeks" she blurts out, realizing how long it was until our next paycheck.
A shiver runs down my spine as I heave my clothes into my arms, cringing at the same realization that Annabelle just had regarding money. This five hundred dollars would need to last me a fortnight, I couldn't simply go crazy on the clothes. However, as I begin to stagger my way towards the backroom I can't deny my desire to take practically all of this home with me despite my better judgment.
As I enter the room I find it cramped, but more spacious than Anna had made it out to be. Pulling the door on I can't help but chuckle at the reason why, my imagination filling with images of the busty redhead squishing her chest against the walls and knocking her long arms against the door and chair constantly.
"I guess...this is a blessing in disguise" I whisper to myself, looking down at my short build with a weak grin.
"What!?" calls Anna from beyond the door, apparently having barely caught what I had just said.
"Private!" I call back chuckling to myself as I dump the heavy pile of clothing onto the tiny stool.
The changing room is designed like much of the store, with mustard yellow walls being lit by an old antique light hanging from the ceiling. It looks like some sort of repurposed supply closet, a few old shelves hanging high up the wall with the topmost being out of my pathetic reach.
Glancing down at my sizable chest, my cute little nipples poking firmly through the damp cotton, I let out a gentle sigh. I reach up to take off my glasses, placing them on the nearest shelf before grabbing the hem of my top and slowly tugging it up over my. I nearly gag as I feel the fabric stick and cling to my smooth soft skin, the warm air in the store feeling almost biting as I reveal my soft teardrop-shaped breasts.
With a short struggle I finally manage to whip the moist shirt over my wet dark blue plume of hair before hurling the top into the corner of the room with a wet 'splat'. I wrap my arms around my torso, my arms pressing against my squishy chest as I begin to feverishly rub my arms. Despite the warm soothing air in the second-hand store my body simply refused to warm up, almost as some sort of karmic punishment for me questioning my past girlfriends when they had claimed to be cold.
Shivering in my plain black panties I quickly look for something, anything, to wear that would warm me up. My eyes fall to the red and black checkered dress, the seemingly thick fabric being my best bet at warming up. I carefully slide it from the pile, my shaking hands threatening to topple all the clothes onto the water-splattered floor if I wasn't too careful. Eventually I manage to pull the dress free, holding it up in front of me as I let out a soft wince.
I 'love' it, though I can't help but wince at the feeling of joy I get holding the dumb thing in my hands. The whole dress is covered in bright red lines, crosshatching a series of black to extremely dark blue squares. The pattern continues across the whole thing, from the hem to the tapered waist and to the slight plunge in the neckline. The only places the interchanging red and black doesn't spread to are the black straps and silver buckles that make up the shoulders of the dress. Twisting it in my hands I find the back slightly exposed, a criss-cross of straps leaving quite a bit of skin on display.
Despite the lack of sleeves or really anything to keep me reasonably warm I quickly find myself stepping into the dress. I mewl and whimper softly as I guide it over my hips and up to my jiggling bust, my unrestrained assets coming to rest neatly in the chest of the dress. I swallow hard as I look down, watching as the mounds of sensitive fat at the bottom of my vision appear to grow in size as the slightly too small dress squeezes and lifts my tits.
I slowly begin to slide my arms into the straps, adjusting the metal buckles as I try to get it fitting on me comfortably. Finally, after no small amount of struggling, I let my slender hands fall to my side as I slowly turn to face the mirror. My jaw drops as I see myself, my plush pink lips quivering at the sight.
"Cute..." I squeak, reiterating what Annabelle had called the sight of me back in the annex. My gray eyes simply refuse to look away from the shocked young alternative woman staring back at me. I was cute, for sure, but there was something more to it. Something inside of me whispered in my ear, telling me I could be hot if I finish the outfit.
However, while thoughts of completing whatever look my body was programmed to strive for plagued my mind the more pressing matter of getting warm urged me forward. The dress, while stunning, simply didn't help much to fight back the chill. My arms were slowly going numb without sleeves to protect them, as are my legs beneath the airy hem of the skirt.
Fiddling with the straps I slowly disrobe once more, folding up the dress and placing it in a dry corner for later before shifting my attention back to the pile. My eyes become glued to the tight selection of sports bras resting towards the top of the pile, quickly recognizing how much easier my task would be without these heavy weights swaying about on my chest.
I begin to slowly paw through the sports bras, finding many of them obviously ill-fitting on my tiny frame despite my larger-than-average chest. It is certainly obvious why Anna hadn't found anything for herself though, with many of these items being sized for a more...average bust and figure. A smirk spreads across my lips at the thought, somewhat relishing Anna getting bitten by her exaggerated physique. Eventually, I manage to find something that looks like it would fit me, though it appears to be for someone a little larger both in bust and overall stature than myself. Regardless, I quickly begin to tug the dark gray fabric over my head, slowly wriggling my arms through before bringing it to rest over my chest. My boobs feel a little more supported in the ill-fitting yet still tight bra, the item of clothing doing more to lift the pair of fatty mounds up and hold them steady than anything else.
Despite the lack of support I had expected, the soft fabric does wonders to warm up my back and chest where it wrapped over my skin. Still shivering, but beginning to warm up slightly, I turn my attention back to the pile. Groaning as I see it, I begin to reach out to grab the slightly too small and clingy tank top.
"I need layers" I mutter to myself unconvincingly, hoping to justify my action as I begin to wriggle my way into the flimsy attire.
As I worm my way into the top I gag and groan at the sensation of it against my skin. I had never been one for tight clothing, always shopping for clothes that left me with a cozy yet roomy fit. However, this stretchy tank top practically feels like a second skin as it glides over my smooth supple flesh. My nose crinkles up with disgust as I writhe inside the top, the whole thing acting as a constant reminder of the curves I had saddled myself with at the Flash-Sale. The thin spaghetti straps dig slightly into my soft narrow shoulders, the neckline of the whole thing thankfully being higher than I would have expected on a top like this.
However, as I slide it into place and look in the mirror I feel my heart bound and leap in my chest in excitement. It was perfect, dark and moody while showing off just enough of what lay beneath. If it weren't for the thick fabric of the bra I would be able to see my nipples plain as day, and if I had any piercings around my body they would be on full display.
I'm forced to wrench myself away from my own reflection as I return to the pile. A soft sigh escapes my lips as I sadly have to admit that, while I was in a love-hate relationship with the slutty clingy top, it was certainly warming me up as it clings to my torso.
"Stupid...fucking..." I mutter, fishing around in the pile for something to cover my arms.
"Did you say something?" asks Anna from beyond the door, knocking it slightly in an effort to let me know she was there.
"N...Nothing!" I call out, my hands flying up to cover my chest and crotch in case she decides to barge in. Thankfully, I hear the sound of her footsteps begin to carry her away and leaving me to my torment on my lonesome.
I slowly shift my way through the business and dress shirts that had been laid out for me, my eyes darting over the either too tight or slightly too loose tops as I find them lacking. However, despite my feelings on them I soon begin to toss several of the tops into a small pile atop the dress, finding myself more easily assessing the fit and sizes of each item in passing. A black ruffled blouse and two tight white dress shirts are quickly added to my collection before I cast the rest to the wayside.
Next, I find myself sorting through the lower half of the work attire, a series of creased dark suit pants and pencil skirts being all that appeared to fit me. I cringe as I notice only a single pair of pants in the bunch, quickly tossing it into my chosen pile without even thinking about wearing it as I quickly get distracted by the skirts. My heart sinks as I hold them against my slender legs, my thighs being the only part of them that isn't completely bony, and finding them all resting just a little below the knee. The material looks far too tight and clingy to my eye, the image of me mincing around the annex in such a tight skirt sending chills down my spine.
However, with only one set of pants to my name I know that I'd need to bite the bullet and wear them at some point. Gritting my teeth I add two skirts to my pile, hissing to myself as I watch the prim and proper attire come to rest amongst my future wardrobe.
Still desperate for something to cover my arms I plunge my hands deeper into the pile of clothes, my eyes going wide and a groan escaping my lips as I feel a sheer material between my fingers. My mind is cast back to what I had seen in the pile before, a tight long-sleeve sheer top resting amongst the alternative clothing. Sighing, but well aware of my need for something to cover me up, I wrestle the top free from the pile. Getting the top on is another struggle entirely, the stretchy and cloying material getting stock constantly against my still slightly damp skin though it slides effortlessly over the tank top beneath it. I have to flail wildly and fumble constantly to get my hands down the sleeves, eventually working up a bit of a sweat before I can finally get my limbs into place. With a few tugs and careful maneuvering I manage to get the sheer top in place, the dark see-through material accentuating tying together my black tank top and my pale complexion into a cohesive outfit.
Looking up in the mirror I gasp in shock at the sight of the girl in the mirror. Her eyes stare back at me in shock, her soft lips parting slightly and quivering gently. Her top half looks like she had just been out to a bar or club, her assets and lithe body on full display, though her panty-clad lower half screams that someone has just taken her home for the night.
I squeeze my legs together as tightly as I can, feeling my frigid skin and distracting myself from the image in the mirror.
"I just need..." I muse, twisting my head away from the mirror as I search for something to cover my legs. Upon see it in the pile I snatch another item out, raising my legs quickly and eagerly as I step into and yank the pair of fishnets up my legs. By the time I am wriggling my petite feet into place at one end and hoisting the waist over my hips and under my tops I realize something.
"These...these won't do..." I mutter, glaring down at the holes dotting the leggings I had chosen to wear. My body had betrayed me, using my moment of desperation to slip me into these..these...things.
I go to take them off, to put on one of the other pairs of leggings. However, as I see them sitting in the pile I can't help but wonder. "Have...has any of this been..." I mutter, deep in thought as I hold up a pair of black leggings with little orange jack-o-lanterns dotting the surface. Against my better judgment I lean in, taking a short inhale through my nose as I take in the distinct scent of dust and sweat. Gagging at the smell I quickly drop it into the pile for me to buy on my way out along with a pair of plain purple and a pair of black tights with little skulls along the surface.
'Fuck me..." I groan, staring into the rapidly diminishing choices I had left for my outfit. "I'll...I'll wash some of this and...and then I can get changed at..." I stammer, pausing as my eyes catch the sight of something in the pile.
I shudder at the sight, my body freezing up as I stand staring at the tight pair of leather shorts that now rested atop the pile of clothes. I let out a long uncertain murmur as I simply stare at the shiny material, biting at my lower lip as I recognize that this was the only thing coming close to pants I could wear besides the creased and wrinkled business attire I had found earlier.
Throwing my head back in despair I let out a groan, reaching down to the pair of squeaking shorts as I shimmy them up my slender legs. They shift along rather easily before they suddenly become nigh impossible to maneuver over my soft thighs and pert ass. Grunt and jumping, my anger and frustration at the situation growing, I slowly begin to wriggle the tight shorts into place. They look positively painted on, conforming to my ass like a second skin and squeezing my thighs in a manner that makes the soft layer of feminine fat flare out around the tiny legs of the shorts.
"I hate this..." I grumble under my breath, running my hands over my pert tight behind and feeling the leather beneath my fingers. Despite my words to the contrary I can feel an overwhelmingly positive reaction to my new 'pants', my heart soaring as I practically become giddy at the sight of my new fishnet and leather shorts encased legs.
Looking around in fear I try to find something to help cover myself up even a little better, my eyes falling longing onto the dress at the bottom of my makeshift wardrobe. "Damn it...damn it, damn it, damn it" I hiss under my breath, fishing out the dress and quickly whipping it one with a little more finesse than I had the first time.
Looking up in the mirror my jaw drops as the outfit really does come together. The dress accentuates and lifts my chest while conforming to my narrow waist and adorably flared hips well. The black tank top works to cover my assets surprisingly well while the straps are mostly hidden beneath those of the larger and warmer dress. The sheer long-sleeve top ties much of the outfit together, giving a dark and moody aesthetic over my ghostly pale body. My haze clings to the fishnets for after too long, the realization that I was some goth or alternative college girl to the world at large slowly sinking in as I lift the dress a little to reveal the tight revealing shorts beneath.
I can't help but ruffle the thick mop of dark blue hair atop my head, giving the heavy wispy mass a bit of a bedhead look. My eyes go wide as I simply stand staring at myself, nibbling at my soft pink lips as they grow red from my nervous biting.
"Hot..." I muse, swallowing hard at my reflection. "I'm..." I blurt out, jumping with a start as I hear a knock at the door.
"What!?" shouts Annabelle from the other side. "Do you need help in there sweetie? I don't think I'm able to..." she asks sweetly, sounding almost a little disappointed that she couldn't come in to help me dress.
"I'm...fine...just fine" I call back in response, sighing as I try to shake myself free from my funk.
As I go to open the door I pause, my eyes falling down to the large pair of boots on the ground. My lips curl in a grin as I stare greedily at the huge leather thigh-highs. For once my old mind and the programming I had been saddled with are in agreement, that I need those shoes. Aesthetically they are on point, whatever sensibilities I had been implanted with approving of the choice, while I hungered for the extra height they would give my tiny form.
Pushing the remainder of the clothes to the floor I hurriedly jump atop the stool, rocking slightly as I find it shifts on its uneven legs beneath me. With no small amount of effort I slide the heavy boots up my legs, chuckling as I find myself drunkenly thinking of the thigh-high leather being almost like reverse pants. The laces and straps take my fumbling hands an awfully long time to do up, the hefty weight of the massive boots and my intoxicated state constantly causing me to slip up and need to start over.
Eventually I manage to strap myself up, leaping down from the stool with a loud thump. I'm forced to stick my arms out to the sides, using them for balance as I feel the effects of several inches being added to my meager height. I wobble and stumble wildly as I try to take my first uneasy steps in the massive platform shoes, my perfect balance struggling to ease me into my altered stride and sense of balance.
However, as I feel my first footfall land uneasily against the hardwood floor I'm wracked with a strange new sensation. My muscles begin to convulse and twitch wildly all through my legs and my rear. It is almost like a cramp wracking my whole lower body, though it doesn't hurt in the slightest. Instead, it feels more like my muscles are testing themselves and getting used to my new stance before slowly returning to normal.
Letting out a deep sigh, having not noticed I had been holding my breath the entire time my legs shook and pulsed against my will, I begin to take another tentative step. This time I find myself practically gliding along in the small room, my enhanced stride growing more natural and practiced by the second. Grinning at my new height I snatch up my glasses from the shelf, my smile growing wider as I find myself able to reach the top shelf in the cramped room now.
"I can see why girls like heels and platforms" I mutter under my breath, crouching down to pick up my new pile of clothes before taking one last look at the discarded pile in the corner. I swallow hard as I see the black skirt with a red tartan underlay resting at the top of the reformed pile, the item practically begging me to take it with me. Wincing and scrunching up my pretty impish face at the thought I let out a groan, knowing how fighting my desires would end before snatching up the skirt and opening the door.
As I walk outside I find myself hunching my shoulders and meekly stepping out into the wider world for the first time. I feel so exposed, so naked in the tight albeit well-covering clothing. My face grows redder and redder as I feel the shorts rub against my firm ass and press against my flat crotch with each step.
Suddenly, I'm snapped from my thoughts by a loud gasp followed by a squeal of utter delight. Annabelle stands by the overflowing rack of clothes, her mouth agape as she drinks in my newly clothed for. A blush slowly forms on her cheeks as well, her eyes darting between my accentuated chest and practically bare legs as she begins to squirm in place.
"Cute...gorgeous...I mean..." she stammers, her hands absent-mindedly fiddling with the buttons of her new jacket.
I want to say something in response but my eyes are immediately drawn to the downright gorgeous leather jacket Anna had found for herself. It was truly amazing, the dark vintage and weathered leather conforming tightly to her dainty waist and toned slender arms. A series of dulled silver buttons line the front of the jacket, though they are only done up to just under her mammoth chest as the dark leather acts as both a shelf and a frame for her overwhelming flesh.
"Where'd you find that?" I ask, the desperation overt in my voice as I practically gasp it out.
"What?...Oh, I found it in the racks and..." she explains, my question snapping her out of whatever thoughts were leaving her gaze lingering on me.
"I need that" I say, practically purring out the words and I look at the jacket longingly.
"It's...um...Jordy, it's a little big for you" she mutters back, twisting her body to the side and running her hand down the long sleeves. My heart breaks at the display, despite knowing she was right it still hurt knowing that she'd be wearing it and not me.
Taking a deep breath I try to center myself, stomping over to the nearby table and dumping my new clothes onto it. I quickly stomp my way back into the changing room, fetching my old wet sweater and the discarded clothes. I didn't mean to stomp around, however, the noise seemed to merely be a necessary side effect of the hardwood floor and my new massive boots. Returning from the room I place the other items on the table before taking both my new clothes and the sweater in my arms.
Sighing to myself as I look at Anna in her new jacket I begin to walk up to her. "Ready to go?" I ask, feeling my drunkenness begin to plateau after taking so long without having a drink.
"Yeah...I..." she stammers back, biting her lip as she looks down at me. I can't help but grin a little, reveling in having some of my former height restored as I look up at the towering woman even if it's nowhere near my former glory.
I begin to trudge back towards the front of the store, my breath coming out in nervous shudders as I feel my shorts dig in and my dress flutter around my fishnet-encased legs. Anna follows along behind me, strangely staying back as I lead us towards the front counter.
As we round the corner Vivian lets out a little gasp, a grin forming on her lips as she looks at our new outfits. She glances over Anna for just a moment, drinking in the youthful woman's tight and revealing fashion sense before grinning at how she had chosen to wear the leather jacket.
However, she quickly moves her gaze to me as a warmer expression covers her weathered pale face. Her thin lips twist into a gleeful smile, her pudgy rounded cheeks forming dimples as she stares at me. I can't help but blush, whatever confidence I had in my stride disappearing in a moment while under scrutiny.
"Um...just..." I begin to mutter, placing the clothing on the counter with Anna soon following suit.
"You look lovely dear" Vivian chuckles, twirling the purple streak in her hair.
"I...uh...thank you" I reply meekly, definitely unused to being called lovely.
Vivian begins to look through the clothing on the table, glancing at the tags on whichever items had any while pausing on those without. She begin to slowly bag up our shops, carefully but quickly folding each item to better fit into the rough reusable fabric bags.
"We don't need..." Anna begins to say, wincing at the thought of having me pay for the more expensive bag.
"On the house" coos Vivian, shaking out a second bag as she begins to pile my clothing into the bag.
"Thank you..." I meekly blurt out once again, my cheeks burning at this point. Looking down at the dripping sweater in my hand I glance between it and Vivian. "Um...can I..." I begin to mutter, holding up the sweater for her to see.
"Oh...yes, the men's jumper..." Vivian muses, looking up at me with a critical eye as she strokes her doughy chin.
"Her ex-boyfriend's!" Anna interjects, my blood running cold as she lies so quickly about me. "She ended up with...with some of his stuff in the move over here" she explains, looking over to me with an apologetic look.
I freeze up, unsure of how to respond as Vivian purses her lips. She stares at the top, then into my eyes before giving me a knowing grin. For a moment I think it's over, that she knows about the Flash-Sale somehow and that I've been found out. However, I'm flooded with relief as she begins to speak again.
"Ex-boyfriend huh? Must have been a bad one for you to have moved out here" she says with a chuckle, my shoulders slumping as the tension rapidly leaves my petite body. "I doubt you'll be getting your clothes back in that case..." she muses, filling in the gaps as to why I had been wearing the sweater in here without a bra in the first place.
I stand in silence for a moment before Anna nudges me with her elbow, prompting me to speak.
"I...yeah, I think I'm stuck with his stuff and...well...like you said" I stammer nervously, uncomfortable with lying to the nice woman.
Vivan simply nods along with my story, pausing with my bag for a moment before turning around to face the back wall. My jaw drops as I watch her place some small packets of underwear, socks, and even a toothbrush into the bag along with the clothes before sliding it to me across the counter.
"I've had some bad exes too honey" she says in a warm motherly fashion, tears beginning to come to my eyes in response to her kindness. It may be the long day I've had, the exhausting trip over, the new hormones pumping through me, or the alcohol coursing through me but I just wanted to hug that plump woman and cry on her shoulder.
"Th...thank..." I stammer, whimpering as I slowly pull the bag towards me.
"Do I get any..." Anna begins to ask, Vivian merely giving her a bit of a side-eye before looking to her chest.
"Sweetie...I don't think I have anything in your size" Vivian responds diplomatically, her lips twisting into a sly smile at her little response. "That'll be one-hundred and seventy-eight dollars" she says, looking at Anna.
The goddess of a redhead scoffs a little at the different treatment we were receiving, most likely having thought that her new body would afford her more special treatment. Taking a moment to compose herself she looks down at me expectantly before nodding to the wallet resting on my old sweater.
"Right!" I chirp, snapping myself from my emotional malaise and fishing two hundred dollars from my wallet. I go to hand it to Vivian, the older woman looking between us wearily. "We...um...work together" I explain, hoping the older woman will understand. "She's broke and I still have...money for the move" I continue, quickly thinking of what to call the cash in my wallet.
"Really?" Vivian asks, looking between us. "I didn't think there were many jobs going around town"
"We...um..." I begin to mutter in response, trying to work out how to explain use managing a miniature library at the ripe old age of eighteen.
"We're helping out at the library annex up the street" Anna says cheerily, having practiced explaining her role for her little romance novel role playing. "We're students at the college...well new students really...really really new..." she continues, blurting out her words and stammering as she drunkenly tries to tie it all together.
Vivian, either to get the redhead to stop talking or honestly accepting our story, gives us a slight nod. "Oh, that old building down...that way?" she asks, pointing roughly in the right direction through the wall of her store.
"Yes" both Anna and I say in unison, causing the older woman to chuckle at our eager response.
"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you around then" she replies warmly, taking the money from my hand and pushing Anna's bag over to her.
"I guess so" Anna responds, still slightly disgruntled at how she had been treated by the woman who was really around a decade her junior. The towering woman begins to stride out of the store, exiting through the front door and standing under the awning outside as she waits for me.
"How much is..." I begin to ask, only to see the two hundred dollars from before shoved back into my face.
"Here" whispers Vivian, a sly look in her eye as she looks out at Anna. "Consider it a welcome present from an old punk" she chuckles, cramming the money into my hands.
"I...no I seriously can't..." I stammer in response, not wanting to take so much from this woman without giving something in return.
"Just bring me your boyfriend's stuff once you're settled in" she says with a wink, "then I think we'll be even."
"I...um...I don't know..." I stammer, slowly sliding the money back into my wallet. I watch as Vivian sniffs a little, catching a faint whiff of my breath as her lips shift into a full-on nostalgic grin.
"I remember those days" she softly coos under her breath, reminiscing on her own youth and day drinking before adult life had truly settled in. "Go on, go. Don't let me keep you" she states, waving me to the door.
"I...uh..." I mutter, staggering back as I take the bag and begin to head towards the door. "Why...why are you being so..." I begin to muse, looking back at Vivian as I reach the door. "So nice to me?"
The older goth woman merely smiles back, leaning on the low counter a little as she looks over my outfit with her eyes lingering on the massive boots I had found myself loving.
"I don't know" she ponders, looking away for a minute. "I guess...
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