Nothing Sweet About Me. (closed)

[Mia Keystone]

Spider girl had let Mia down. Sure, things had seemed to go off alright but Jonah had had enough blood left in his brain to think it was a good idea to talk about going to costume parties possibly deadly blonde ladies. I mean, it was a bit of a blow to your self esteem, and that said nothing about the general sense of wanting to hit him with a pillow then handcuffing him to the bed.

Sure, to some people she might seem, well, a bit obsessed, but to Mia, physical intimacy was important. King and Keystone didn't hug, they didn't hold hands, and that was what they both liked, but...

Yep, Spider Girl had let her down. So, since Mia was used to buying things online to avoid talking to retail people, but had no friends that knew what she was on about (oh Ginny, if only she could get laid so Mia had someone to talk about sex with), the antisocial technopath had fished out her OR and Co card, now with 5000 fresh bucks on it, and was going to find something that would put an end to her frustration. And the best part was, Jonah would be totally all over it. Hopefully literally. She wasn't invading his privacy, she wasn't forcing his hand, it would be all him. Just... she'd help him realise that he did have enough control by losing that control.

As soon as she walked in, Mia wanted to turn away and walk out. It was honestly.. so full of lace... and cheeta print... But there was a red head who, if nothing else, at least understood what it was like to be chest heavy. The short girl grit her teeth and headed over to the desk, her expression serious.

"What have you got that will make my boyfriend want to rip it off with his teeth," she finally asked, looking up at the pretty lady without the slightest bit embarrassment. "But no pink, no cheeta stuff, and not so many bows."

[Ophelia Fitzgerald]

Lia did so wish that animal print would go out of fashion soon enough. It always reminded her of cheap slutty girls who wore mini-skirts and tube tops with a leather jacket in winter, but she had very little choice in the matter. Demand for various animal prints -cheetah and Zebra included- had sales through the roof, but there was a pleasing wave of more simple, silk and lace numbers that she admired and was particularly fond off.

She was sat at the main desk, brochures open with various post-it notes wedged in for the pieces she thought would do well, when the short girl came in. She glanced up for a second, before returning to her catalogue, only to start when this determined voice snapped her from her orders.

"With his teeth?" She repeated with a low, amused sort of chuckle. Closing the glossy magazines, she rose from her seat. "And trust me, I'm fed up with this animal print too, but don't tell the other customers that." Humoured, the red head rose and put a hand on Mia's shoulder lightly. "Come through to the fitting room, I'll get you measured up then we'll see exactly what size you are and what I have in stock."

Mia was short, and clearly ample in the bust area. There were certain ways Lia was sure she could highlight her breasts and definitely give her a little more definition in the hip. "I'm Ophelia, but please, call me Lia." She added, pulling out a measuring tape from a pocket and uncurling it around her fingers.

"Are we thinking see through panels, corsets, or something that implies but doesn't show?" She asked, while waiting for Mia to take her shirt off so they could begin the fitting. It was important to make sure everything was suited to her client, after all. Even if it wouldn't stay on for very long.

[Mia Keystone]

"Or his hands. That part, I'm not to fussed about," Mia confessed with a shrug. "I just want him to see me in it and want to take it off." and realise if he doesn't have sex with me straight away, his dick will actually explode. Looking around, Mia thought about saying that maybe the other costumers would be better off knowing that animal prints made them look like cheap prostitutes, but decided against it. Wasn't her problem, after all.

With a shrug, Mia let herself be let into the fitting room, looking around ideally with both her eyes and her abilities. The lights were oddly dim, no doubt to be flattering, and they used an electronic till which was nice. It flummoxed the tech-reliant girl that some shops were still so old school about stuff like that. There was a really big mirror in here, and she had to wonder how many women had stood in front of it with their tummies sucked in.

"'m Mia," Mia offered in the return of names as she pulled her shirt off over her head. Her own bra was just a cotton one for under t-shirts; her brother Ollie had picked many a fight with her over her boring choice in underwear but honestly, before now, most people who had seen it had been drunk, or it had been too dark for them to care.

Most of what Lia said sounded like another language, though the short girl wrinkled her nose at the idea of corsets. "Nothing like a girdle," she said quickly. "And I want it to cover my bits, just, I dunno, got anything that will make it look like I actually have a butt?" One of the downsides she'd inherited from her mom; the ever frustrating, typically Japanese (or, well, Asian) lack of a behind.

Something Lia didn't have to worry about... Mia had to admire the woman's curves, just as she had admired the first Mac when it came out. Nice, smooth lines, nothing sharp about them, unlike her own rather boyish lower half. Her hip bones, Ollie had told her, could cut glass, and not in a good way.

[Ophelia Fitzgerald]

Lia laughed at Mia's honesty, finding it somewhat refreshing as she closed the curtain behind herself. Hopefully no one would pop into the shop while the till was unsupervised - she really did need to sort out a rota for the girls she'd hired, and maybe find someone to stay on full time - because she didn't fancy her chances pleading with Charlie that someone had stolen her till.

Zipping the measuring tape around Mia's bust, she let out a soft hmm, and then clicked her tongue. She did the same around the girl's hips briefly, then scratched the back of her head in thought. "Well Mia, you are top heavy, but we can certainly balance you out and find something that would get your man going." She offered a grin, then gestured. "One minute then, and I'll grab a few bits and pieces."

Ducking out of the room, the redhead cast her expert eye over the various bras and panties in her shop, selecting an unusual velveteen bra that unclipped at the front and the matching underwear that was held at the side by tied string. She then selected the classic red bra, picking both the thong and brief to go with it (she never could guess which one a client would prefer). She liked the high gloss satin finish to that, and the gloss would shine and give emphasis to curves, no matter how small.

Eventually, she also seized up a dark purple set with high waisted panties - they'd extenuate the curve in Mia's waist, giving the illusion of wider hips. Feeling hopeful, the woman returned and offered out the selection. "Tell me what you think honestly, and we'll go from there." She said, putting one hand on her hip.

[Mia Keystone]

Tell me about it.

Some girls wanted bigger breasts, but Mia honestly found them pretty frustrating 87.3 percent of the time. It made it a bitch and a half to type sometimes, and printed t shirts had a habit of warping and distorting. Still, underwear wise, it seemed the best part to show off. And the thought of at least fooling someone into thinking she had a proper waist and hips was actually rather exciting, because, well, while the technopath had a pretty good habit of dressing in ways that clearly said 'like I give two shits what you think' this was different.

So it was with a degree less of her usual cynicism that she took the pieces on offer and looked over them. The purple pair were in the no pile pretty quickly because while the tiny girl loved purple, she did not find the idea of high waisted underwear to be anything but hilarious. The g-string went with it because there was nothing sexy about giving yourself a wedgie, though the briefs were pretty cute.

But out of the pieces before her, the frontsies bra was the favourite. "This," Mia said with honesty, holding it up, "is rad. And I will not be able to wear it under anything, which is even better. Can I try these on?"

She really wanted to practise undoing the front with one hand. Best. Party trick. Ever.

[Ophelia Fitzgerald]

Lia watched Mia's reaction to the underwear interestedly. "Oh wonderful, I'm glad there's someone else in the world who doesn't go for buttfloss." She said simply, taking back the unwanted pieces and eyeing them. "Okay, so more things in that sort of style?" She asked, gesturing at the velveteen bra and pantie set.

"Go ahead and try them on, I'll see if I've got any other special pieces in that sort of style." And with that, the redhead disappeared back in the shop. "Give me a shout if you need a hand with anything." She hollered, hanging up the unwanted pieces and seizing a few other similar ones with a little click of her tongue. Eventually, she had another four sets for Mia to cast her eye on, ranging from purples to a rich midnight blue, one that even had a slight drawstring to bolster cleavage.

"Okay, here we are." She said warmly. "No high waisted pieces here and a few more front fastening ones. This particular set..." Lia gestured to the midnight blue pair. "The underwear unlaces at the front slightly for a more teasing appearance." She stepped back then, smiling. "Have a try and if you want an opinion, I'm more than willing to be honest." There was no point in selling just any old bra - it'd ruin her lovely reputation, after all.

"I'll be outside by the front desk, just shout." She grinned, then paused. "Oh, and Mia? If you ever want a good shop for clothes for... bigger busts, I can give you a list. I've had a good few years experience." She laughed, before leaving Mia to her decision.

[Mia Keystone]

Mia was pretty sure if she tried the cowboy drawstring bra on, she would be able to rest her chin on her boobs. Still, she took the mass of coat hangers and nodded, then raised an eyebrow. "No offence, because you've been helpful and had been a stark contrast to my usual experience with customer service, but we dont exactly match styles," she pointed out, taking in Lia's outfit, then looking at her own. Plaid pants, a baggy shirt and rainbow suspenders made a winning combination, even more so when your shirt said "Member of the Republican Zombie Defence"

The shirt was soon a crumpled heap on the floor as Mia pulled on the original velveteen number. "Holicrap." she mumrured, the slang 'over shoulder bolder holder' suddenly making a lot more sense. "These things look bigger than my head."

Never one for modesty, Mia pushed open the curtain and stuck her hands on her hips. "I am woman, hear me roar and all that," she called to get the shop owner's attention, then turned her attention to the little clasp between her bosoms. "Does this colour make me look fat?"

Valley girl accents were stupidly fun to do.

[Ophelia Fitzgerald]

"They don't just do tailored dresses and blouses." Lia said with a grin, eyeing over Mia's outfit. "My wife would love your shirt, by the way, she loves playing zombie games, even if she's crap." They both were, if she was honest, but she only played them because she felt she had to. "I'll jot the URL down for you to take a peek when you get home if you want. If you don't like it, no worries." She smiled, setting down at the desk and jotting down the web address for Mia with her lovely clean handwriting.

She tried to stifle a laugh at the exclamation from the changing room, moving her pen to write down stock numbers. "Do you want a cup of coffee?" She called, still keeping her work up as she did so. If she could get the orders ready, she could go home and put them through on her laptop. Winter stock was lovely, and she could laugh at the naughty santa outfits that always came out.

Lia's head jerked up as she heard Mia, and she clapped. "You look great. That does a great job of making you look super curvy." She nodded her head, then headed over to check for a good fit. "Lets adjust these straps." She added, altering them to fit Mia's shoulder's better, then circling her.

Eventually, after a lot of hmming, Lia's smile returned. "You look ... like... totally fabulous." She said, trying to do her own Valley Girl accent in response.