Anthony drives me to his house and I get out feeling butterflies. We go inside and he wraps his arm around my waist. His mom calls from the kitchen and his brothers tumble down the stairs in a ball of energy. His mom takes both of my wrists and smiles, looking into my eyes.
"Anthony told me that you were hospitalized recently. Are you okay?"
I nod and look away. She releases me and I follow her upstairs. Anthony tries to follow, but she stares him down and points at the sofa. He smile at me and sits. His mother leads me to this room that looks devoted to unfinished sewing projects. She hands me the dress and smiles again. She steps out of the room and I pull off all of my clothes, pulling it on. It's big in places, and definitely needs to be altered. Before I tell her to come back in, I look in the mirror.
Imagine a loosely tight nude slip sort of thing. It's a full length skirt that cinches on my rib cage and flows from there. Over the nude part is red lace that goes up to my neck, and covers my arms, but still shows some of my collarbone. The lace continues down from the top of the dress all the way to the floor. But it's loose in so many places that I have to hold it up as I call Anthony's mom back into the room. Her smile is even brighter and she drags me onto the pedestal. She puts a few pins into the dress while babbling on about how good I look and how cute Anthony will be with me and all this other shit. She throws me this silk robe and tells me to take off the dress. As soon as she slips out of the room, I take it off and replace it with the robe. She comes back in and says that it will take her a little while to take it in. I go downstairs ad sit next to Anthony. He takes my hand and suddenly looks worried.
"You're so cold." He pulls me onto his lap and I worry about how my thighs will pool around when I sit.
"So did you like the dress?"
"um... Yeah, but it's making me wonder whether you're gay..." He laughs and his head falls back. He shakes his head and holds tightly onto my hands. I press my forehead into his neck and smile slightly. We sits in silence for a few minutes and I just focus on holding in my stomach and absorbing the heat that he radiates. I close my eyes and I feel like I'm about to fall asleep. Everything makes me tired now and I honestly think that I might fall asleep in this flimsy robe on a boy's lap. I pull my legs against my chest and his fingers trail up and down my calves, which are, thank god, cleanly shaven. I don't know how long we sit like that before his mom calls me back. I then find myself upstairs and she gives me the dress and about two seconds to put it on. She zips the very top and puts me on the pedestal and in that little time, she has fixed the dress and wow it's really pretty. It would be even prettier if it was on someone who wasn't as morbidly obese as myself. She gives me a red pair of tall heels and they magically fit. Then she makes me sit in front of a makeup mirror as she does all these things and then she hands me my red mask and I look in the mirror again and she has managed to mask the ugly creature that is my face. Wow. I go back downstairs to Anthony and his smile stretches across his face. He stands up and I laugh when I see that even with my red platform heels that I am still much shorter than him. He places his hands on my waist and it wrap mine around his neck and we're slow dancing in his living room before the two boys run in and start mimicking the sounds of someone vomiting. Great.
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Sinking Through the Cracks
RomanceAlly has never had friends. Ally has never had parents who really cared for her. Ally has never had a peaceful day at school. She is anorexic, though she has never had it treated. She has horrible times of depression though she always just puts...
