Gracie chuckles nervously, her face growing redder by the second as she takes a sharp inhale from her cigarette before putting it out in the sink.
"I know, you can thank me latter" she mumbles, downing her glass of wine before heading towards the door. "So if I get you some shoes I take it you're keen to..."
"Fuck yeah!" I shout, draining my far larger glass of wine in excitement before stubbing out the cigarette in the bottom of the glass. "I owe you one."
Lurching forward, staggering for a moment as the heft of my chest threatening to topple me over, I quickly begin to waltz towards the door. My narrow waist and fairly slender hips thankfully lack much of the same sway I had found when trying on the other clothes, the entirety of the destabilizing wobble coming from the heavy sagging weights in front of me.
Through the large holes in the side of my dress I constantly feel my arms brush and bump into the fishnet mesh and the soft squishy flesh as I walk, my gait shifting slight as I find my stride shrinking to adjust to the lack of a bra. Ahead of me Gracie bolts out the door, her combat boot clad footfalls echoing loudly as she races towards the stairs and up towards her shared apartment.
Snatching up my wallet and phone from the coffee table I sigh groaning under my breath as I pat the sides of my skin tight leather pants. For a moment I shift awkwardly, trying to think of a solution short of using a backpack or cleaning out my leather messenger bag.
Biting at my lip I reach up to the stretchy neckline of the fish net up, tugging it forward as I slowly inch the icy cold mobile between my overwhelming cleavage. Shiver run though my shrunken form, a gasp slipping from my plump lip as the device quickly disappears between the soft mounds and grows stuck to the sweaty flesh.
Toss my wallet back to the table I simply decide to hold my keys for now, my mind now hyper aware of the jiggling of my chest as it holds my phone in place.
Shuffling out into the hallway I begin my slow descent down towards the lobby, locking the door behind me as I'm left alone in the dimly lit hallway. Inching forward on bare feet, balancing on my toes to avoid touching to cold floor beneath me, I curse under my breath.
"Fucking Christ..." I wheeze, holding my arm across my chest as I reach the steps and begin my descent. "Why couldn't Gracie just let me hold onto the..." I hiss, tiptoeing my way down to the next landing.
I just myself up as I hear footsteps rapidly approaching from below, my gaze narrowing to a frustrated glare as I spot Kelly and Margaret waltzing up the stairs with groceries bags spread between them.
The older blonde woman lumbers up behind her step-daughter, her doughy figure largely hidden beneath a large oversized purple sweater and a loose set of black sweater pants. Her step daughter practically bounces up the steps, dressed in a long brown maxi-skirt and a white ruffled blouse with a few specks of paint spotting both items of clothing.
As Kelly spots me her eyes go wide, the quick glance at my cleavage and chest as a whole not going unnoticed. She quickly looks away, not even looking me in the eyes as she quickly races past.
"Hi Charlotte" she coughs out, running past me on the landing and up towards the net set of stairs up towards her family home. I don't respond, quickly loosing sight of the girl as she darts around the corner and behind the wall.
"Hello Ms Hughes" coos the warm and mother voice from further down the steps, her lips flashing her slightly wine stained teeth as she approaches me. "Oh dear, you aren't going out like that are you? she asks with not small amount of concern, "you'll catch a cold or worse wearing so..."
"I fine..." I grunt, swallowing hard as I feel myself react far more aggressively than I had planned. The gnawing at my body slowly builds again, the desperate craving for nicotine leaving me crabby and eager to just be fucking done with the conversation.
"Well... okay sweetie..." Margaret mutters weakly. She continues to walk past me only to look over my outfit one more time before speaking up again. "You know... If you'd like to go shopping for some new... support, I'd be more than happy to come help with..."
I feel the bile rise in me again as my body begs for me to spit back, to dismiss her out of hand. However, as I take another step and feel the heavy weight on my chest shake and the subtle pain twinge in my back I manage to fight it down.
"Okay, if you're paying I guess..." I mumble, my words getting cut off as the older blonde fails to fight back an excited squeal.
"Oh of course, my treat sweetie" she coos, her spirit seemingly being revitalized by my acquiescence. "We can make a day of it! You, me, would you like Gracie or Kelly to come? We could get lunch and then go..."
"Charlie!" cries a voice from above us, cutting Margaret short as the leather jacket clad goth girl bounds clumsily down the stairs. "I couldn't find the usual boots, but I have some platforms that might... Oh... Hi Mrs Richards" she chokes out, taken aback by suddenly finding herself in the middle of another conversation.
"We'll chat later" I mutter, looking to Margaret before shifting my gaze to Grace and the shoes in her hands. Black thigh high latex boots, the material between the laces having been scuffed and bent over extended use. The sole of the shoes lift up off the ground by a good two to three inches, adding what for Charlotte would be some much needed height. With an arm still supporting my breasts I reaching out with the other, juggling my keys a little before taking the boots from my concert going companion.
"Oh... right, of course" Margaret chuckles, watching as Gracie begins to walk down to stand beside me on the stairs. "Girls-night-out" she coos, suggesting something in her voice as the dark haired young woman next to me flinches a bit. "Have fun you two" she calls out, waddling up the stairs a little faster as she tries to catch up to her errant step-daughter.
Carrying the shoes down to the lobby I eventually sit down on the bottom step, bending my legs to slide my delicate feet into the shoes as my pants squeak with each straining motion. I'm forced to lace up the boots extra tight thanks to the size of my feet, the boots being a size or two too big thanks to my diminished size.
"Kelly was staring at my tits again..." I chuckle as Gracie walks down past me.
"Can ya blame her?" Gracie asks, smirking as she turns to look down as me as I hunch over to fiddle with the shoes. "Don't know how I go without motor boating those..."
"Shut up" I groan, slowly staggering to my feet and swaying a little on the elevated heels. Despite the extra height I still find myself a bit shorter than my band buddy, my hands spreading out a little for balance as I slowly get used to the shift in my gait.
"What?" Gracie chirps with a sly smirk, her pale face turning slightly rosy as she slides in beside me. "Are you saying you wouldn't want to get your hands on..."
"Not while their on me" I chuckle, squeezing the massive pale mounds with my arms and lifting them for emphasis. As we pace towards the door, the red light outside beginning to dim as the sun sets, I pat at Gracie's jacket pocket in search of her loose leaf.
She quickly begins to fish the papers and the little plastic bag of tobacco, rolling another hasty cigarette before holding it out for me. Pausing for a moment I lean in, taking it between my lips as I flash her a little mischievous smirk. "Light please" I coo, struggling to say it before watching as Gracie fumble to work the cheap lighter before we head outside.
Thankfully we get the cigarette lit before opening the door, the blustering cold air quickly dousing any flame the weak and pathetic plastic disposable lighter could produce. I shiver as I inhale deeply, the warmth filling my mouth and lungs juxtaposing with the icy cold wind whipping at my tiny exposed frame.
"So... you aren't into..." Gracie begins to ask, nerves causing her words to slip out in short pauses.
"Carrying these around? Find me a bra that fucking fits and we'll talk, but..." I begin to grumble, smoke slipping from my dark painted lips as I huff at the constant jiggling in my chest and the tension in my back. Glancing down I spot my nipples, the icy wind leaving them standing at attention and poking prominently through the thin dress and the gaps in my fishnet top. "Fuck, you think if I let Kyle see these he could get us backstage?"
"Might need to do a little more than that..." Gracie chuckles, her tone growing a little defeated as the conversation continues.
"What? Like titty-fuck? Blowjob?" I ask laughing with each suggestion. Gracie's face twists for a moment, biting at her lower lip and cocking an eyebrow before finally opening her mouth with a strained voice.
"Would you?" she asks, swallowing hard as she seems to struggle to ask the question. "Like... with a guy that... I mean you're..."
"I dunno" I sway with a shrug, rolling the cigarette between my lips and wriggling it as I find myself lost in thought. I hadn't really done anything with anyone as Charlotte, my time often being spent dancing and drinking without much thought afterwards beyond getting home and passing out. Memories of dancing with hot chicks or grinding in the pit with random dudes pressed behind me blend in a sweaty haze, my hips wriggling slightly at the giddy warming thought of both.
Blushing a little I try to change the subject, my gaze turning to Gracie in search of a new topic.
"Yo is that new!?" I call out, grabbing her jacket and opening it a little to reveal the faint outline of a bar-piercing running through her left nipple. The young goth jumps slightly, pulling the jacket back closed as she her lips quiver.
"No!... Yes... I mean that one is, I already had..." she mumbles, waves of anxiety and embarrassment washing over her for a moment after our previous conversation.
"Those are so cool" I coo, biting at my lower lip eagerly. "I mean they really make everything kinda..."
"You could get them you know, I could take you to my girl. She'd love to get her hands on..." Gracie snaps back, giving me a little side eye before her features soften. "Right? I mean, it's not like you're you. So like when you went back to you would you have your..."
"I dunno" I repeat in the same fashion as before, my gaze slowly turning down to glance at my own chest for a moment. I feel my stomach fill with butterflies at the thought, of needles puncturing my ears and ink being pressed into my flesh. Swallowing heard at the thought I take a deep drag from the cigarette, exhaling deeply through my nose.
"So"... I murmur, feeling the tension in the air. "What are we drinkin' tonight?"
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