Comforting Souls

Chapter Eight.

Now let's get one thing straight here, I'm not exactly a petite woman. I have a full chest, double D to be precise, thick thighs with an ass to go with it and my stomach isn't exactly flat or toned either. I'm comfortable in my own skin, it only turns into a bloody nightmare when it comes to buying clothes. So far I've thrown five strops and had two iced coffee breaks. Despite all the lovely comments the girls gave me, I just wasn't comfortable in the clothes I tried on.

I know the whole point of this shopping trip is to buy an outfit for Mikes Halloween party but I'm that fed up I may as well not go. Or result in wearing a trash bag and go as a bin. Everything that I had tried on was either too baggy, too tight or fitted nicely on one area of my body and looked frumpy on another. I couldn't win. And what made it even worse was that I didn't know what I wanted to go as.

Lana is going as Lara Croft, Caitlyn as Barbie – she bought the skimpiest of pink dresses – and Natalie, who just loves Halloween, is going as Morticia Addams. Their outfits were found within the first three shops we entered. We're now on the tenth.

"Have a little faith, you'll find something." Natalie said encouragingly looking through another rack of clothing.

I threw myself back on the chair outside of the changing rooms and groaned. "Just paint me pink and I'll go as a pig."

"Stop that!" Lana scolded me as she rounded the corner and threw a pile of clothes onto my lap. "Now go take those and make something from them."

I looked over at Caitlyn and Natalie for help. I didn't want to do this anymore. I wanted to throw my child tantrum and go home. But as good friends would do, they agreed with Lana and both pointed to the changing room.

"We're not leaving this mall until we have found you something." Lana was adamant as she ushered me into a cubicle. "Like Nat said, have a little faith."

I glared at her, yanking the curtain shut. "Faith my ass." I muttered undressing myself. Those three stood out there looked fabulous in everything they tried on. They had numerous outfits to choose from and I can't even find one.

Grabbing the black bottoms from the pile of clothing, I wiggled them up my legs and jumped a little so my ass would get covered and fastened them up. I paused looking at myself in the mirror, I moved around looking at myself from all angles. These actually fitted pretty damn perfect. Okay, so I may not be losing my faith after all.

I went back rooting through the pile of clothing for a top. Crop top. Ick. Jumper, definitely not. I slapped my thighs in defeat. Sticking my head out from behind the curtain, I was about to shout Lana until I saw a top hung up on the rack of clothing that had already been tried on. Walking out and picking it up, everything just came together in my mind. I just hope that it's my size.

I made sure that every clasp of the corset up the front was fastened properly before pulling on the ribbon tight from the middle of my back and tying it. I readjusted my front assets and pulled at the short sleeves so they'd only just slip off my shoulders. This was it. This is the outfit. Grabbing my biker jacket, I put it on as I walked out to the girls singing. "Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee!" A very curvaceous one at that, I must admit.

"I am so jealous of your outfit!" Caitlyn gawked at me. "You look amazing!"

Natalie nodded in agreement. "I know we've said you looked nice in everything, but this just hits the ball outta the park."

"You're going to be turning heads at this party." Lana spoke as she walked round me, admiring my outfit. "Man, I wish I had your ass."

I laughed. "All I need is a pair of red shoes, similar to the ones she wears in Grease." I peered over at Caitlyn. If anyone was going to find me shoes, it would be her.