When looking for bridesmaids dressed, it only took 20 minutes because Megan never goes anywehre without knowing exactly what she wants, where it can be found, down to the details. I spent most of my time standing in a corner, just telling Erin 'Tell me what to put on, you know this isn't my thing'. The first dress they handed me was a 6, now, while I was following them around the store, I kept thinking about Loki. How he can shape shift into a woman, I kept this on my mind as I tried to shimmy into the first dress.
Female Loki. I am Female Loki. Female Loki. Shape shifter.
At first I tried to get my arms in first but my shoulders were to broad, -squee- then I tried legs first and my curves were too much for it. Meaning it got stuck on my thighs...
The second one was a 10, which fit fine, I had managed to detach myself from what I was doing, I answered thier questions about how it fit and all that jazz without feeling like I wanted to kill myself.
Then I looked in the full-length mirror, and saw a tall, pale young woman in a blue green dress, dress hugging her narrow waist, supporting her full, 36C breasts. Short blonde hair, and green eyes that sparking in a slightly offbeat way. Like she knows something, something about you, and it's personal but she'll never actual tell you what it is.
The only thing I recognize about this woman in the mirror, are the dark circles under her eyes; she doesn't sleep much, that and the small scabs on her full lower lip.I don't know who she is, this woman, but she's striking in a haunting sort of way.
I blink, then I realize that woman is me, at least, the shell that holds me. My shell, though beautiful, was not right for me.
