Her reflection in the smoky glass of the office building startled her initially. Could this be her? She did a half turn and thrust her hipbone towards the unfamiliar girl across from her. She ran her hand appreciatively over ribs and flat tummy. It still amazed her that this hot body had been hidden from view until recently.
It had been hidden by snowy Nebraska, by cheeseburgers and milkshakes, by her grandma's bulky hand knit sweaters. It was encumbered by a clumsily overdeveloped chest.
And it must have taken a miracle to realize that her streamlined form was buried underneath it all. Luckily for her, that miracle was her agent, Brad. He was always thinking of her best interests. He set up her gym membership and volunteered helpful tips on slimming down. When he held her hair back and shouted encouragement to her as she knelt over the toilet sobbing, she knew she had found someone truly special.
Someone who would remain by her side through thick and thin. Not like her ex boyfriend, who selfishly wanted to hold her back by keeping her thick. They argued forever about the operation. "Name an Oscar winning actress that was over a double D," she asked. "They'll never take me serious." Eventually he relented, even sold his pickup to help pay for the reduction. But the fights started up again after he learned what she was doing in the bathroom after meals. "You're destroying yourself," he wailed.
"And what if I do? Good riddance!" came her reply. Almost everything that was Mabel Jorgenson had been sucked, starved, bleached, tanned, whitened, medicated, waxed, and plucked away. Here in the mirrored glass was a different girl named Veronica Stone: a future star. But despite her new body, and the new clothing she carried in her arms, Veronica wasn't smiling. Smile! Impossible.
She looked around the avenue and eventually found a billboard advertisement for toothpaste. Using the mirror she replicated the model's toothy grin. The skin on her face felt stretched like a drum around the unfamiliar expression, but she supposed it would suffice to fool anyone not looking too deeply.
I prefer bigger gals like from Revenge of the Bismark, but i think she's kinda cute... for a skinny girl. if she had a nicer personality then i wouldnt mind going out w/ her.
It had been hidden by snowy Nebraska, by cheeseburgers and milkshakes, by her grandma's bulky hand knit sweaters. It was encumbered by a clumsily overdeveloped chest.
And it must have taken a miracle to realize that her streamlined form was buried underneath it all. Luckily for her, that miracle was her agent, Brad. He was always thinking of her best interests. He set up her gym membership and volunteered helpful tips on slimming down. When he held her hair back and shouted encouragement to her as she knelt over the toilet sobbing, she knew she had found someone truly special.
Someone who would remain by her side through thick and thin. Not like her ex boyfriend, who selfishly wanted to hold her back by keeping her thick. They argued forever about the operation. "Name an Oscar winning actress that was over a double D," she asked. "They'll never take me serious." Eventually he relented, even sold his pickup to help pay for the reduction. But the fights started up again after he learned what she was doing in the bathroom after meals. "You're destroying yourself," he wailed.
"And what if I do? Good riddance!" came her reply. Almost everything that was Mabel Jorgenson had been sucked, starved, bleached, tanned, whitened, medicated, waxed, and plucked away. Here in the mirrored glass was a different girl named Veronica Stone: a future star. But despite her new body, and the new clothing she carried in her arms, Veronica wasn't smiling. Smile! Impossible.
She looked around the avenue and eventually found a billboard advertisement for toothpaste. Using the mirror she replicated the model's toothy grin. The skin on her face felt stretched like a drum around the unfamiliar expression, but she supposed it would suffice to fool anyone not looking too deeply.
anonNote: Happy April Fool's day!