"Mad!" a voice came from the other side of the dressing room door. "What's taking so long? You admiring yourself in there?"
"No!" Madeline yelled back. "I look gross! I'm thinking about slitting my wrists!"
"All right, just so long as everything's okay," her friend Raven said.
Madeline huffed and turned back to the mirror in despair. It used to be easy for her to be a goth. She was dour. She was introspective. And most importantly, she was flat as a board, fitting the lanky, awkward goth look to a T. Now, though, her hormones had apparently decided to make up for their prior inactivity with interest. Mad fidgeted again with her bustier, a Rube Goldberg contraption of straps, buckles and ties that barely kept her ever-burgeoning bust line flat enough for her gothic-lolita dresses to hang loosely. And her hips were an even bigger problem, rapidly swelling to the point where no amount of poofy Victorian ruffles would be enough to conceal their size.
Mad didn't know what to do. It didn't look like her curves were going to slow down any time soon, and at some point the charade would fail. How does someone sulk with hips that sway side to side with every step like they're listening to happy music? How can someone curl up into a somber little ball of goth in a coffeehouse when you couldn't bring your knees to your chest without mashing a soccer ball's worth of breastflesh? That's not depressing, it's erotic!
"Mad! Seriously!" Raven yelled, pounding on the dressing room door again.
"Oh, go smell roses or pet kittens or something!" Mad yelled as she started to try and tuck and bind with renewed vigor. She would look plain and mousy if it *killed* her!!
"Just goes to show you, ladies and gentlemen... Despair, Anger, and other negative emotions don't get along with boobs. Boobs are full of happiness and love. :D"~Myself
Also, I'm kind of with Mofapoo on this one... KINDA. I see the email address, but I'm wondering if you're still doing requests. I mean, if artist's block is the only thing getting in the way....
My email address is linked to if you mouseover my name. I love hearing from people, but right now I'm more open to getting suggestions/ideas than requests. It can never hurt to run it by me!
Right off the bat though I can say: original characters please.
"Muhznit on April 12, 2008, 11:04 pm "Just goes to show you, ladies and gentlemen... Despair, Anger, and other negative emotions don't get along with boobs. Boobs are full of happiness and love. :D"~Myself"
"No!" Madeline yelled back. "I look gross! I'm thinking about slitting my wrists!"
"All right, just so long as everything's okay," her friend Raven said.
Madeline huffed and turned back to the mirror in despair. It used to be easy for her to be a goth. She was dour. She was introspective. And most importantly, she was flat as a board, fitting the lanky, awkward goth look to a T. Now, though, her hormones had apparently decided to make up for their prior inactivity with interest. Mad fidgeted again with her bustier, a Rube Goldberg contraption of straps, buckles and ties that barely kept her ever-burgeoning bust line flat enough for her gothic-lolita dresses to hang loosely. And her hips were an even bigger problem, rapidly swelling to the point where no amount of poofy Victorian ruffles would be enough to conceal their size.
Mad didn't know what to do. It didn't look like her curves were going to slow down any time soon, and at some point the charade would fail. How does someone sulk with hips that sway side to side with every step like they're listening to happy music? How can someone curl up into a somber little ball of goth in a coffeehouse when you couldn't bring your knees to your chest without mashing a soccer ball's worth of breastflesh? That's not depressing, it's erotic!
"Mad! Seriously!" Raven yelled, pounding on the dressing room door again.
"Oh, go smell roses or pet kittens or something!" Mad yelled as she started to try and tuck and bind with renewed vigor. She would look plain and mousy if it *killed* her!!
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