Allison reflected on what a joy it was to know Ulyana, however briefly; before she tucked the note back into its envelope and picked up the package. She unwrapped it eagerly.
There in the middle of the wreckage of twine and torn brown paper was a delicate lilac colored garment. It was breathtakingly beautiful, a confection crafted with softly shining satin and intricate handmade lace. But for those very reasons it didn't appear sturdy enough. Was trying it on worth the chance of breaking it? Ulyana always seemed so confident of her work, the least she could do was trust her judgment.
Allison closed the window shades, shrugged off her sweater and finished the chore of removing her clunky bra. Then she put on the new one. It was a night and day difference. The perfect fit wasn't what surprised her, it was that anything so light and frilly could do the job of supporting her massive bust better than the overbuilt monster she used to wear. She wandered over to the bathroom to get a better look, noting as she walked how much better her back felt already.
The stupid girl she saw in the mirror was grinning like an idiot. Allison marshaled herself and maintained a serious expression as she looked over her shoulder to study the ingenious way Ulyana had designed the fastening mechanism in back. But it didn't take long for her to start admiring her own reflection. The idiot grin returned, and her skirt dropped to the bathroom floor. She leaned in with her arms behind her back, smiling at the unfamiliar yet surprisingly confident and sexy girl opposite her.
I am very happy with how this series came out, because (and correct me if I'm wrong, woot) that this started after woot offered to draw me something. I replied, quite simply:
"If you could draw a girl with glasses and red hair, perhaps dressed up like a librarian or something?"
I wasn't expecting to get this wonderful series! Allison is a wonderful character, and I'm happy to see her happy. Thank you again, woot.
Yep, you're right anonymous. I had an idea for this series before, then I thought the perfect character to star in it was a mousy girl learning to like her own body. The librarian type you requested certainly fit the bill.
A girl with glasses and red hair, perhaps dressed up like a librarian or something is just what the doctor ordered. This is going on my desktop background.
I'm so impressed that you are doing this all on the computer. The best I can do is scan the stuff in after drawing it with pencil, cleaning it up, and then coloring it. :)
She started her own specialty bra manufacturers, with the slogan "If your bra is not becoming to you, then you should be coming to us". The advertising mascot is a cartoon version of Ulyana and most of the commercials show a variant of the story we just saw, except with a happier (less dying) ending.
Alison never did get that reduction, in spite of continuing to slowly grow-- by the time she reached Ulyana's age her body mass was two-thirds boobs. Thanks to the Extreme line of bras, though, she was still just as comfortable as the day she first put on Ulyana's masterwork.
The truly remarkable thing about this series is that, the whole breast thing seems to be a back story. This is a great and inspirational story that we all could read. You sir are talented.
Good ending. I love it when one of these things tells a story. Too often I see something like "girls has big boobs," or "girl has big belly, the end." They're a dime a dozen. However, when something tells a story, a fantastic well written and well thought out story, it is as a diamond found in a pile of glass. This is a brilliant, masterfully told tale of self-discovery and kindness. Fantastic. Thank you.
There in the middle of the wreckage of twine and torn brown paper was a delicate lilac colored garment. It was breathtakingly beautiful, a confection crafted with softly shining satin and intricate handmade lace. But for those very reasons it didn't appear sturdy enough. Was trying it on worth the chance of breaking it? Ulyana always seemed so confident of her work, the least she could do was trust her judgment.
Allison closed the window shades, shrugged off her sweater and finished the chore of removing her clunky bra. Then she put on the new one. It was a night and day difference. The perfect fit wasn't what surprised her, it was that anything so light and frilly could do the job of supporting her massive bust better than the overbuilt monster she used to wear. She wandered over to the bathroom to get a better look, noting as she walked how much better her back felt already.
The stupid girl she saw in the mirror was grinning like an idiot. Allison marshaled herself and maintained a serious expression as she looked over her shoulder to study the ingenious way Ulyana had designed the fastening mechanism in back. But it didn't take long for her to start admiring her own reflection. The idiot grin returned, and her skirt dropped to the bathroom floor. She leaned in with her arms behind her back, smiling at the unfamiliar yet surprisingly confident and sexy girl opposite her.
Had she always been there?