Tales From Crashdown: Beowulf

Chapter 10: Those Who Refuse Beauty

The world around her was terrible, attacking her from all sides. Her ears were being cut by the repeating sounds over the speakers. Her the smells of this place choked her, keeping her from breathing as the chemicals meant for pleasure only furthered her struggling. The colours made her eyes sting, having to hold her hands across her face so as to not let them be burned in. Everywhere she looked around, eyes. On the walls, around every corner, they were staring at her, holding her in place. She couldn't move, she couldn't look around without being burned or causing her heart to race, she couldn't cover her ears because her hands were covering her eyes. The air around her was cold, chilled so much that she shivered like a baby in the snow.

This was how Beo began to feel as she walked about the sections of the clothing store.

Fteydís was not with her, off shopping for clothes for someone her size. She was given a massive sword from Beo's ship to act as an intimidation tactic.

Beo walked to the women's section, staying down at the carpeted floor. It was a nice dark blue, easy on her eyes and calmed her nerves quite a bit.

Eventually, she found herself a small section of darker colours. Some of them had highlights of lighter, more vibrant tones, but nothing so seering to her eyes.
She perused for a short time, but was soon interrupted.

"Hello, Queen Beowulf!" called out a voice immediately behind her.

"Dead Gods almighty!" Beo yelled, turning to find a younger looking woman in an auburn coloured vest and skirt.

"Can I help you with anything?" The young lady asked, a customer service smile on her face.

Beo waved her hand, "No, thank you. I'm just here to get an outfit for a date."

The lady leaned on the wall behind her, "Ohhhhh? We just got you this morning, and now we're getting a king?"

"Queen, actually." Beo haphazardly responded as she examined a flowing blue dress.

"Oh? I thought you only hung around the deer and the samurai?" The lady pressed on.

"Yea, well, you meet people when you travel." Beo grumbled, growing irritated by the sudden bombardment of questions mixing with the still looping music from the speakers.

In a tone that was rich with desire for gossip material, the young woman asked, "So, what's the second queen like? Is she also a barbarian? Is she stronger than you?"

"No. Freydís is a troll from the Broken States." Beo answered, trying to just get her to leave.

"A troll‽" The woman screamed. "Those things eat children!"

"I thought so too, but no." Beo said, grabbing a couple random dresses from the rack as she marched away.

The woman pursued, "You're disgusting! You wanna bring a troll into this country, and give her the power of a queen! Those things have no sense of decency! No manners! They're not even human! She needs to be dea-"

The woman grabbed Beo by the shoulder, causing Beo to whip around and grab her but the collar.

"I will destroy you." Beo promised. Then, she shouted, "And turn off that damn musiiiic!"

The music cut without a moment of waiting.

"Dim the lights too! It's too bright in here!" She continued.

The lights slowly dimed, half as bright as they were.

Beo took a deep breath, letting go of the woman before she headed to the front and slammed the clothes on the counter for checkout. She hurried out as soon as she could and ran to the castle to change.

She made her way to the bedroom, but saw the sword she gave Freydís next to the door. So, to not spoil the surprise, she ran across the castle to the kitchen.
She looked through everything she grabbed and decided on a red dress, some heels, some lipstick she already owned, a pair of stockings and one of those frilly leg bands that go around the thigh she never cared enough to learn the name of.

She found the dress to fit well to her muscular figure, snuggling tight against her. She was particularly fond of how the red dress further defined her glutes and enjoyed the leg slit. She modified it just a bit so her leg was poking out, the stocking drawing attention to her thigh.

The heels were snug on the sides, rubbing against the side of her feet. To combat this, she pulled the sides of it out, giving her more room. She took to them nicely, feeling confident with her new stature. She felt like a giant, now standing 193 cm instead of her normal 182cm.

She looked into the metal freezer door to put on the lipstick. It was a near black colour to contrast from the red of the dress and blond hair. She had considered using some red instead, but she was out of it after using it as blood streaks around her scars from last Halloween.

When she was done, she took a few steps back and looked at herself in the shining metal.

"DAMN! I look GOOD!" She confidently claimed, starting to flex in the reflection, admiring the reflection.

The dress still left her arms and back fully exposed, while allowing a liberal view of her cleavage.

She blew herself a few kisses, enjoying the excuse to dress up.
She finally stopped, putting her hands on her hips and smiling, "I am one sexy mother fu-"

She stopped herself once she noticed the clock above her. The clock on the wall read 5:20pm. She had been flexing and gawking at herself for 2 hours.

She slammed her foot on the concrete ground, creating a hole that sent her to the first floor guest bathroom. Quickly, she dashed out the door and headed to the front where Freydís was waiting.