"Uh oh... didja have a problem?"
Crystal blue eyes stared at me. Her hair was spiked up on one side. Purple eyeshadow made her eyes look tinted the same color.
"YES!" I plopped the bright pink bag onto the counter.
"Your mirrors are different then mine i SWEAR!"
She smiled. "Well we can't have that..let's see."
She pulled out the skinny jeans and the bright blue sexy top.
"Cute." She nodded to the outfit.
"Im not a jean person tho...im just not!"
She laughed..."okay okay..we definetly need to "find you something special for your birthday."
The night before she had helped me out. Dawn sat next to me as I changed out of the pink blouse I had originally went there for "Im feeling... not so pink."
"Wow Beanie...maybe it's time for a change."
I nodded.
But The outfit I bought that night.... just didn't make me happy.
So I was back, but this time alone.
The lady escorted me around the store grabbing up outfits left and right. I followed her meekly...so confused about what I wanted.
Between her holding A line skirts against my body and matching tops to my eyes she asked me questions "Whats your normal style?"
"I dunno...whatever makes me happy."
She took that with a smile.
"Do you like corsets?"
"I have those already." My nose wrinkled
How do you feel about wearing a sexy camisole with an A-line skirt?"
I shrugged "I shall try it." I sighed and glanced back at the skinny jeans on the counter. "I'm just not a jean girl..." I murmured.
She laughed...I suppose I was flustered at the thought of jeans. And no matter how many pictures of my jeaned ass that dawn sent me "Lookit Beanie LOOKIT your ASS dude!"
I just was uncomfortable in them.
I was sent into a room with no less then 25 outfits hanging for me.
I stared at them and plopped out my phone. I was taking pictures and sending them to both Melanie and Dawn.
The first top I tried on hugged my breasts and flared nicely. I was immediately in love with it.
I paired it with an A-line skirt.
The lady knocked on the door. "Did you try on the A-line skirt?
I opened the door and she smiled.
"If your fat and you try and A-line skirt on....doesn't it automatically make it a B line skirt? I'm just saying...do you see my fat?"
Her eyes widened and she laughed. hard.
But I loved it.
I tried on dressed which I wrinkled my nose at.
Three swingy tops paired with leggings that I made hurling noises at.
I walked out...shaking my head.
"No? Nothing?! Ohmygoodness." There were three ladies helping me now.
One pulled a pair of ugly pants from a rack. "Try these...they are called miracle pants. None of us have tried them yet...you can be our guinney pig"
2 minutes later I walked out and let them know how much ass their miracle pants sucked.
It had been 2 hours since I walked through the Torrid doors.
Purple eyes came up to me. "You don't like ANYthing?" Her fingertips tapped at her chin. She looked around the store.
"well...I LOVE that top so much I wanna hump it...but I don't think the B line skirt is fabulous or wonderful.
The three ladies were laughing. And I scowled at them.
"Your funny."
I smiled. "Being funny with an amazing top and a B line skirt sucks ass."
I did find something I loved however...you'll see.....
