[DAMN] XXX 2:16-2:22

'My sister's keeper'

Sam sat on the floor under the warm shower, the water cascading down his body. His red hair, shirt, pants, and socks were drenched. Sam sat under warm water but shivered as if it were freezing water, and there sat his roommates, who were more like his brothers. Sam sat shivering in the shower. His body racked with silent sobs as his breathing was heavy, and his heart was loud in his ears but was overpowered by a loud ringing like tinnitus in his ears; his brain was empty but loud at the same time, his fight or flight haywire, his eyes present but vacant.

"Sam, there's nothing there. No one's here. They're not here. It wasn't them. They're not here, they're not here," Miles said, rubbing Sam's back. Miles's voice sounded echoed and disoriented.

"Sam?..."

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"Do you want to go out tonight with us to celebrate your move to Brooklyn ?" Emily asked, putting both hands on her hips and looking smug.

"Your apartment is so cute it's like a" Olivia's soft voice began but was cut off by Lisa.

"Artsy! It's called an artist loft, right?" Lisa asked cocking her head to the side.

"yea! Artsy !" Olivia said, clapping her hands together

"Hey, Olivia, what's your aesthetic called again? Like how you dress, it's like cute, lots of bows or long socks or skirts but like soft, kinda childish like? No offense," Lisa said awkwardly, trying to explain what she was trying to say.

Olivia let out a soft giggle. "It's called coquette. I usually wear light blue, my favorite color, while others wear pink. I like to wear blue; it's oddly relaxing the color." Olivia was a blonde-haired French girl with blue eyes. She was from northern France, where it was more common to have lighter hair and eyes than south of France. Like her ancestors before her, Emily didn't eat much; she was petite, 4'11, which would be the perfect disguise for the multiple martial arts that she knows.[yes, the joke needed to be made😭]

"It suits you. I like it," Bre'anna said wearily as Emily began looking around for some clothes to go out partying in; the sunlight illuminated her semi-tall body and tan skin, her dark black curls falling into place as she began rummaging around her dark eyes burning with her desire to find a suitable outfit.

"I try my best when it comes to coquette. I wanna try mixing coquette and rococo one day perfectly," Olivia beamed happily as Lisa nodded as if she knew what the soft-spoken blonde was talking about. 

After a while of rummaging through unpacked boxes, she revealed a short dress that was royal blue silk dress with sleeves that had thumb holes and was stretchy, which would've hugged Bre'anna's curves, and the dress allowed her boobs to be held in place, which was comfortable.

"Here, try it on!" Emily said, handing Bre'anna the dress. Bre'anna looked down at the dress and smiled awkwardly as she turned and walked into the bathroom to change. Bre'anna shut the door and locked it, sighing as she began undressing until she was in her underwear. She looked back at the dress and then in the mirror; she was trying to find love in her body again after losing weight, but she still had stretch marks on her arms, stomach, thighs, and buttocks.

Bre'anna honestly didn't mind her thigh stretch marks, but she was self-conscious about the rest; her stomach still jiggled, even if curvy. She didn't have full hips. She had hip dips, and her arms still slightly jiggled while her thighs, she liked her thighs. Bre'anna shook her head, sighing again, and slipped on the dress to see if it would fit.

Bre'anna looked in the mirror and did a 360 of the dress, and turned to the side to see how it would look from the side. Her stomach and her butt were a slight bump,  naturally square, but she was able to work out her glutes for a while before getting to a butt that looked fine.

*I mean, I could suck in my stomach?* Bre'anna thought to herself when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"It's Olivia," she said softly behind the door. A few seconds later, Bre'anna opened the door and allowed Olivia's small figure to enter the bathroom. 

Sometimes, Bre'anna wished she had a petite figure like Olivia's. Other times, she wished she had an athletic figure like Emily's or a muscular build like Lisa's.

"Well, do you like it? It looks amazing on you!" Olivia said, practically squealing in delight at how nicely the dress complimented Bre'anna's figure. Olivia sometimes wished she had Bre'anna's figure and Emily's 5'7 height, A curvy body with lovely long legs to follow it.

"I mean, yeah, it looks good, but you can see the print of my stomach in front of the dress.." Bre'anna sighed

Olivia looked at the dress and print of her stomach. "Yeah, you can see it and tell you have an innie."

"Olivia!" Bre'anna said, covering her stomach in embarrassment and shame, but Olivia uncovered her hands.

"But I didn't turn away in disgust; why would I? It's normal; having a completely flat stomach isn't possible sometimes," Olivia said, smiling and relaxing her own "flat" stomach as she turned to the side to reveal a bloating bump protruding from her stomach.

"My stomach isn't so flat either; sucking in my stomach doesn't help, so I should just let it hang out, but I don't feel comfortable doing that, so I go online and see how other girls with my size handle their bloating when wearing dresses." Olivia beamed up at Bre'anna 

"I tried doing that; it just girls repeating over and over, 'Love yourself!' or like 'embrace your gut!' and it's so frustrating because I just want to dress nicely while hiding my insecurities," Bre'anna said, looking down and rubbing her neck awkwardly.

"Why do you think I said what I said? It gets annoying hearing that every time you try to talk about your body and something you don't like about it. I want to see how someone cares about their stomach but still wants to dress nicely," Olivia said, agreeing with Bre'anna's words.

There was silence before Olivia broke it. "Do you still want to wear the dress?" She asked as she studied Bre'anna's behavior.

Bre'anna looked into the mirror and looked at herself, her dark eyes, plump lips, and a snub nose. Then her eyes fell to her neck. It was slim with a nice jawline, and her once double chin disappeared as she lost weight. Bre'anna looked over her face again and noticed how much progress she'd made; her weight loss once chubby face was slimmer, and she looked younger. Her acne was controlled with some scars from her acne on her cheeks, which almost resembled freckles. 

Bre'anna smiled at herself; one cheek had a deep dimple while the other wasn't as deep but was still noticeable, "Yeah..yea, I do." She nodded, smiling.

"Well, hurry and take a shower, silly! It's party time!" Olivia giggled, shaking Bre'anna playfully.

"Ok! Ok, Ok!" Bre'anna laughed as Olivia turned around and leaving the bathroom, but before she shut the door behind she said,

"Never forget the progress you made when you feel critical about not making any." Then Olivia shut the door.