My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter 6

Prom.

Such a stupid tradition given to us, probably by the Americans or something.

Em and I had been to nearly every stupid formal wear shop in town, and each time there'd been a thousand gorgeous dresses for her to choose from, and then what? In my size there were maybe three dresses to choose from, all which made me look like someone's grumpy menopausal aunt.

Being a plus sized girl fucking sucked.

I know I generally try not dwelling on the fact that I look like a fucking mountain next to my skinny little best friend, but seriously? It was hard not to notice.

Each shop we went to made me feel more and more like jumping into a vat of acid. I mean what's the point? I was getting nowhere with Nathan, I looked like a troll, why even bother trying. I might as well just turn into a shapeless blob.

I'd tried everything to get him to notice me, from dressing in a way that showed off everything I had to flaunt, to super cutesy and feminine, the way I thought he'd liked it. The only problem was that he hadn't even got a chance to see my new look. Every time I'd been over there since the night I'd caught him jacking off, I'd dressed super cute when I knew I was going to see him, but every time I was over there, he was out with his stupid friends.

How was he going to discover the love of his life if he was never around?

Anyway, we stepped into the umpteenth store, and my heart instantly fell when I saw the tall slender mannequin wearing the sexiest dress I had ever seen. It was a dark red mermaid style dress with a gorgeous sweetheart neckline. It was so simple, but so perfect.

"I NEED to try on that one," Emily squealed. To my horror, she was pointing to the gorgeous dress I had seen.

"It really is lovely," I sighed. I tried to keep the sadness from my voice.

Five minutes later and Emily stepped out of the dressing room in my favorite dress. It looked... bland. The dress didn't have any mermaid-ness on her, it just sort of went up and down with no curves to fill it out.

"This looks god awful!" Emily laughed. It was funny, even a dress that was "god awful" looked better than anything had looked on me.

"We find these dresses generally look better on bigger girls," the shop assistant said defensively.

I tried not to roll my eyes at the "bigger girls," bigger girls in this shop were generally around a size 12. What did that leave me? A monster girl? Not even girl at all?

"Would your friend be interested in trying it on?" She asked.

Wait, what? "Do you have it in my size?"

They did.

It was perfect. I looked sexy, and grown up, and hopefully completely irresistible to men... well, one man in particular.

"That dress looks amazing on you!" Em squealed.

She wasn't lying. It cling to me in all the right ways, showing off just how big my tits and ass were, while still squeezing my waist down to the perfect size. You'd never expect it from looking at it, but that dress was packing some major support. I felt like a goddess, and I dam near looked like one.

I bought the dress that very day.

That was it, I had the perfect dress, now I just needed the perfect date, and I knew who that would be.

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