Ghouls Night Out
“I muttered. “Put a bowl of fruit on my head and I could give Carmen Miranda a run for her money.”
How many ruffles did one dress need? Ruffles from waist to ankle—in shiny yellow taffeta, no less.
“I’m Chiquita Banana and I’m here to say, bananas need to ripen in a certain way…”
If I craned my neck just right, I could see in the mirror how the giant bow on my butt made my ass look at least four sizes bigger. The waist was too big, and the flat bodice and off-the-shoulder sleeves squashed my boo...bs down to nothing.
Not like they were big to begin with, but they were usually something.
And this particular shade of yellow was so not my color—it didn’t go with the pink streaks in my hair.
“How are you doing? Need help with the zipper?”
I whipped the curtain to my dressing room back with a rattle.
“Oh,” the saleslady smiled, clearly blowing smoke up my newly huge ass. “You look lovely.”
“Are you sure this is the dress Debbie picked out?” I asked hopefully.MoreLess
How many ruffles did one dress need? Ruffles from waist to ankle—in shiny yellow taffeta, no less.
“I’m Chiquita Banana and I’m here to say, bananas need to ripen in a certain way…”
If I craned my neck just right, I could see in the mirror how the giant bow on my butt made my ass look at least four sizes bigger. The waist was too big, and the flat bodice and off-the-shoulder sleeves squashed my boo...bs down to nothing.
Not like they were big to begin with, but they were usually something.
And this particular shade of yellow was so not my color—it didn’t go with the pink streaks in my hair.
“How are you doing? Need help with the zipper?”
I whipped the curtain to my dressing room back with a rattle.
“Oh,” the saleslady smiled, clearly blowing smoke up my newly huge ass. “You look lovely.”
“Are you sure this is the dress Debbie picked out?” I asked hopefully.MoreLess
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