chapter 21

Meadow whistles at me, almost deafening me with the strength she can emit with just two fingers in her mouth, and motions with her hand in a circling manner to get me to turn around. She s bossy but there s something likeable about her and I m fast warming to her pushy personality.

She s gone to town on me in a short space of time. My hair sleek, combed until it s glossy and pulled up into a high ponytail that she said made my waves come together to an almost ringlet at the back. She s blushed, pinched, dabbed, and painted my face with various products, and squeezed me into clothes she swears are my size, but the restrictions I feel make me doubt it. My bust is surprisingly close in size to what she wears, so no doubt she heavily downsizes for extra 'oomph in her breast department.