FEARLESS (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 7

I am not a fan of shopping, I knew I would want something special for myself. Upon arrival the most gorgeous bracelet stared at me from the window of a shop. After, buying the simple silver band with the gold sanddollar with Maley and on the way we met Natasha.

"Guy's what are you doing here?" She'd ask, and we replied we were shopping and she decided to shop with us and help me look for new pair of jeans.

We went to other shop since, I needed a new pair of jeans and decided to stop off at a discount department store.

I heard my inner voice saying something like

Psssst. A discount department? You're kidding me.

What? We aren't all rich and even if you have money, we'd like to save some.

So here I am, sitting in a fitting room surrounded by jeans. Twenty pairs! I counted!

Different styles, sizes, colors, and even one multi colored stripped pair!

Maley and Natasha were out there. Out there in the store stalking what few garments are left on the racks they could find.

I stepped out a few minutes ago to show Maley that hip-huggers that doesn't look good on me, and found her discussing blouse,

I knew what was coming when we walked into the store three hours ago, so I made a bee-line for the jeans and quickly picked out four pairs. All blue in my usual size, then made for the back of the store thinking - silly me - to try them on and buy one pair.

One pair! I thought maybe I could make it through the cash-register and escape before they and had a chance to get started.

Not a chance.They double-teamed me before I finished trying on the first pair, and turned me into a naked prisoner as they brought in arm-full, after arm-full of costumes.

My preferred clothes were all wrong, according to them. Too loose. Covering too much skin. Not flashy enough.

I got an earful while my friends handed me the first armload. My knit pants and jeans were the wrong size. My tops way too loose and did nothing to enhance my natural charms. My shorts and T-shirts were way out of style. I was too old to wear halter tops and short skirts with white socks and tennis shoes.A clothing intervention is what she called it.

I protested to Maley when she handed me the second arm-load."You are going to look so good when we are finished with you."

She patted me on the head like I was a little kid and said, "You'll love your new look, trust me gurl "Now hush."

"Try these," Natasha handed me a black pair of pants covered with silver studs and encircled with a fake diamond belt! Black jeans With gaudy flash.

I debated asking her where I was supposed to wear them. Not the clinic that's for sure. Training class? I don't think so. Not the gym or park. House for dinner?

I kept my mouth shut, however. I knew what her answer'd be and didn't want to go down that path!They didn't fit... Thank god.

But the dark blue ones just like them did, and Maley made sure they were put on the buy pile after I had paraded up and down the hall outside the fitting cubicle like a show.They stood there, looking at me like show judges, and discussed what looked good on me.

How the pants draped over my legs or clung to my thighs. I wanted to die of embarrassment when I caught sight of a cute guy watching me. Thankfully Maley was too busy with deciding what else I had to purchase to notice him.

Not only are they making me wear holes in the carpet this afternoon, I have to sit on the wicker chair at the end of the walkway so they see how the pants look while I'm sitting.