“Oh, hell no, Bree!”
They were inside the fitting room of a clothing store. Kelsi was standing in front of a mirror, looking at her reflection in horror.
“What are you talking about?” Bree’s muffled voice came from the cubicle next to Kelsi’s. “Does it not fit you? We can get you a different size.”
It fits her, alright. Too fitting, in fact, and incredibly outrageous and shameless.
Kelsi’s face contorted into a grimace as she stared at herself in disbelief. Everything she was wearing was tiny — a tiny white and blue, sailor cropped blouse, a tiny high-waist blue plaid mini-skirt, and a blue necktie that fell over the space in her bare midriff, tying the schoolgirl outfit together. Coincidentally, her high-heeled boots matched the outfit.
It was tight — not uncomfortably tight, but tig
