DGG: Guess who's back? Yay! Thanks for the follows and favorites already. And for my review. Haha. So here's chapter two, Lovely Readers. Enjoy and don't forget to review!
"Oh no. No, no, no!" the blonde fairy cried as she spoke to herself in the bathroom of her elegant mansion in Fairy World.
Blonda Fairywinkle was a very vain fairy. She had been for her entire life. Ever since she was a little girl, she could remember fussing over herself in front of a mirror. In her adult years, that definitely had not changed, especially since becoming a celebrity. Blonda prided herself on her looks. She was never seen without her intricate make-up, which she applied by hand every day to ensure it was absolutely perfect, and she was always wearing the latest fashion trends. She worked out every day and always watched what she ate, so the fact that she was facing a little bit of a weight problem was tearing the star apart.
She was nearly on the verge of hyperventilating. She was a celebrity! How could this happen? Why did this happen? She hadn't been over-indulging, and she hadn't slacked off in her daily, rigorous work-out routine, so why was it that her already tight clothing was steadily becoming a bit too tight around her midsection?
"This cannot be happening!" Blonda whined to herself, practically in tears already.
She had weighed herself dozens of times that morning alone, and she had been horrified to find that she had suddenly gained five pounds!
"Where…where did it come from?" Blonda cried.
She placed her head in her hands. She couldn't gain weight! Especially not now! She had a fitting today! The Zappy Awards were next week! How could she be seen at the awards show without a taut stomach like always? Well, she just couldn't be seen! She wouldn't allow it! She had a week, right? But what about her soap opera? She had to go in for filming later today! A few hours weren't long enough to rid herself of five extra pounds. She groaned. She feared this day would come.
She quickly looked in the mirror again, touching and prodding her face. She still looked hot, at least from the chest up, but she felt her stomach was only the beginning. Soon this unflattering weight would radiate to other parts of her body, and her looks would fade.
The actress gasped at that thought. Lose her looks? Her looks were everything and they could get her anything she wanted. She honestly wouldn't know what to do if her beauty faded away.
Blonda braced herself on the sink, putting her head down. What was she going to do? She could barely fit into the clothes she had! How could she face her favorite fashion designer with a slight bulge around her mid-section? He'd never let her hear the end of it! She'd been the same petite size since high school, but now…now she was facing a problem that was slowly becoming bigger by the second. What were people going to say? What were they going to think?
"This cannot be happening!" Blonda repeated again. "This can't be happening! This shouldn't be happening!"
"Blonda," a knock came from the other side of the door, nearly causing her to jump out of her skin. "Blonda, are you all right?"
"Juan…Juandissimo," she breathed while keeping her eyes fixated on the reflection of the door behind her.
"You have been in there for a while, Mi Amor. Are you alright?"
"Um…y-yeah. I just…I can't seem to get this one temperamental strand of hair to stay in place," she lied.
"Perhaps I can help?"
The female's pink eyes bulged. She couldn't allow her boyfriend to see her like this! He would be completely appalled.
"No! No, I can handle it, Juandissimo!" she cried.
"Nonsense. It probably just needs a little hairspray. I will let you use mine."
"I've got it!" she insisted.
She knew quite well that her boyfriend was going to poof himself in. If he came in and saw that Blonda's swirly hair was perfect – like always – then he'd catch her in her lie and know something was up; however, she couldn't let him know that her midriff wasn't quite as flat as it had always been either. The actress, in a flustered frenzy, quickly poofed in a fashionable scarf and wrapped it around her neck, allowing for one of the sides to fall down and cover her abdomen, then rushed toward a cabinet and pulled out a can of hairspray and began spraying it into the air. The fairy continuously sprayed the can as she made her way back to the mirror; however, she yelped and spun around while dropping the can and placing her right hand on the right side of the massive blonde swirl on her head when the male fairy poofed in behind her.
"Blonda," the Latino fairy coughed while waving the fumes out of his face, "how much…of your hairspray did you…have to use?"
"Um…I told you my hair was being stubborn," she smiled sheepishly as she made sure her long scarf was still draped down to cover her stomach.
"It is like you used twenty cans!" he continued coughing.
"Don't be silly," she laughed nervously as the male continued to fan the fumes out of his face.
"Well, I brought you my own special hairspray. It is guaranteed to tame even the messiest of manes," he smiled while holding up the can in his muscular right hand.
"Um…no, no. I don't need it," she shook her head nervously.
"Mi Amor, have all the fumes in here gotten to you?" he reached for the hand covering her hair.
"No!" she backed away.
Juandissimo blinked in surprise.
"What es wrong?" he frowned.
"I…I don't want you to see," the actress averted her eyes.
The male smiled warmly.
"Nonsense, Blonda. We will tame that unruly strand."
The female's' heart rate quickened as the buff male floated toward her. She couldn't allow him to see her slightly swollen stomach. What would he think if he knew she had gained a little bit of weight? Or worse, what would he do? Pretty soon, Blonda was backed against the wall with Juandissimo gently attempting to remove his girlfriend's hand from her hair.
"Juandissimo, please," she begged. "I can handle it. Just please go!"
"How bad could it be that you won't even let me see it?" Juandissimo raised an eyebrow as he finally pulled Blonda's hand away. He blinked. "Mi Amor, your hair is perfect. Like always…"
"Huh. Well, I guess holding the strand finally did the trick," she laughed nervously.
Juandissimo's confused expression stayed on his features for a few moments before finally smiling playfully at her.
"You enjoy toying with me, don't you?"
"Wh-what?" she blinked while wrapping her arms around her stomach.
"I love the way you toy around with me," he smirked as he leaned forward to kiss her neck.
"Juandissimo, wait," she attempted to push him away; however, he had bigger muscles, making him much stronger than her. The male was able to easily resist her futile attempts, and was soon, much to the female's dismay and pleasure, kissing her neck suavely.
She always melted at Juandissimo's touch, which she both loved and hated. Finally the female let her boyfriend's passion consume her and she moved so that she could kiss him on the lips. Many pleasurable moans escaped the couple's lips and after a few more moments, the male's muscular hands began making their way down Blonda's body. They moved directly from the actress' shoulders to her hips, then slowly began sliding their way up her sides.
Blonda was so lost in the moment, that she nearly didn't even notice Juandissimo's hands. Nearly. Realization hit her like a bat to the head! Once she was aware that Juandissimo was about to feel her slightly swollen stomach, she quickly pushed him away. He blinked, clearly taken aback by his girlfriend's sudden action.
"I…I have to go," she panted nervously, refusing to look the male in the eye. "I'm due for a fitting."
"Ah, yes," he smiled. "The Zappy Awards are coming up, and you need to get your dress, sí?"
"Yes. That's right. I can't be late. You know that," the celebrity glanced at him briefly.
"Far be it from me to stand in the way of you and your fashion, Mi Amor. I suppose we can continue this when you get home."
"I'm supposed to go into the studio today too, remember?"
"Yes, and I must go to work as well, remember? I meant tonight when we will have no interruptions. I will see you later," he gave her a quick peck on the lips. "Sí?"
"Y-yeah. I'll…I'll see you tonight," she forced a smile.
"I will be waiting," he smiled seductively as the female quickly pulled out her wand and used it to transport to her favorite designer clothing store.
It was like a home away from home here. She absolutely adored all the clothing and accessories in this store. She could spend all day here if she wasn't careful just ogling, trying on, and buying the merchandise. If she was having a bad day, she would come here to clear her head. Being amidst the most beautiful and trendy fashions in the universe always had a calming effect on her. But not today. Blonda barely had any time to breathe out a sigh of relief when she was startled by another fairy.
"Blonda, there you are! You're late!" cried the female clerk at the front desk.
Blonda absolutely hated that girl. She found her to be an unnecessary addition to the store. She was a pretty girl with turquoise blue hair and eyes, and her hair was always straight, falling just above her shoulders. Vy was her name, and she had been working here for a few centuries. The woman's fashion choices weren't even all that great in Blonda's eyes, but they had improved since she married the store owner about half a century ago. In fact, Blonda was certain that he created quite a few things in his wife's wardrobe. So maybe that was why she hated Vy. She was able to get all of François' creations for free. But Blonda also knew it was mainly because she was married to François. The actress had always felt like he was partially hers and hers alone, and she just hated sharing him with anyone in any way. She hated when he designed clothes for others, and she hated that he was married. She knew she shouldn't be upset over the latter, but she just couldn't help it. They did have history, after all.
"What are you talking about?" Blonda sneered at her. "My appointment is at nine. It's nine right now."
"Yes, but usually you're here an hour early. Where were you?"
The blonde thought back to this morning when she awoke to find her clothes were a little ill-fitting and swallowed down the hard lump in her throat.
"Um…Is François here?" she brushed a non-existent strand of hair behind her left ear while nervously dodging the question.
"But of course!" chirped the French-accented fashion designer as he poofed into the lobby of the store. "Blonda, where 'ave you been?"
"I…um…I was having some personal issues," she frowned, adjusting her long scarf again.
"Personal issues?" he raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Did your 'issues' 'appen to involve being bed-ridden wiz zat boyfriend of yours?"
"What? No!" she cried in offense.
He continued to give her a skeptical look from behind his dark sunglasses.
"This had nothing to do with Juandissimo," she persisted.
"Fine. Whatever you say," the completely black-clad male held up his right hand to hush her, still sounding unconvinced.
"Well, it doesn't!"
"Right. Well, no matter. Obviously you 'ave feexed your 'personal issues', and we can get on wiz our appointment. I believe zat I 'ave created ze perfect dress for you for ze upcoming Zappy Awards! It's in ze back. Come on!" he motioned for her to follow.
"Um…François, wait…" she started.
"Zere is no time for waiting!" he waved his arms in front of him. "I know you will love zis dress. It is my finest creation yet!"
The celebrity took in a deep breath as she followed her favorite fashion designer through the store. What was she going to say to him? She barely fit into her size zero clothes now, and she just knew she would be just as snug within his newest creation. She couldn't let him know about her weight gain. He would have a cow! She couldn't let him know that she had somehow slipped up somewhere in her strict diet and exercise routine.
"Voila!" he exclaimed, snapping her out of her thoughts.
When she looked up, all the breath left her body. The dress he designed was absolutely gorgeous. It was a long black dress with long sleeves and a plunging neckline. A stylish, shiny black belt went around the waist, and the fabric had gold flecks all over it. He turned it around to reveal that it was backless, and the ends of the sleeves were trimmed with blue feathers. It was absolutely perfect in every way except that she was absolutely certain that it was very form fitting.
"Well? 'Ow beautiful is zis dress?" François mused cockily whilst folding him arms across his chest.
"Um…actually…I…I…no. No, it's not," she lied, suddenly calling her acting into play by getting angry.
"What?" he gasped, his arms and jaw dropping.
"No. I don't like it. It's not what I envisioned myself wearing at all this year!"
"But, Blonda, I-I 'ave custom made all of your dresses for ze Zappy's every year!" he exclaimed, clearly frazzled by her outburst. "You 'ave never 'ad a problem wiz any of zem. I do not understand!"
"I wanted to do something different. I don't want form-fitting this year. I'm thinking something baggy and loose."
At this the fashion designer laughed, which only angered the actress.
"Loose fabric? You? You never wear anysing unless it shows off every curve of your body!" he actually wiped a tear away from under his shades.
"I realize that. That's why I said I wanted to do something different," she frowned. "It would definitely get everyone talking, right?"
The flamboyant male pulled his wits back together, returning to his normal business demeanor.
"Zen you should 'ave told me before'and! Ze Zappys are next week. I do not 'ave enough time to make you anozzer dress."
"What? But you have to!" cried Blonda in shock.
"I do not know what to tell you," François shrugged. "You eizer take zis dress, buy anozzer dress zat is out on ze floor, or find someone else crazy enough who will make you a one-of-a-kind dress in such a short amount of time."
"You know I can't buy something that's out on the floor! I can't risk someone else wearing the same thing as me!" she shrieked.
"Zen your options are to eizer take ze dress I made or find someone else to make you a new dress in a week."
"You'd really just toss me out to find someone else to receive all the praise and prestige that you normally receive for creating my outfit?" the female batted her eyelashes at him.
"Blonda," he sighed, "you always want to wait until ze last minute to get your dresses to ensure zat no one else 'as ze same dress as you. You don't want anyone to see it, so no one else can make cheap knock-offs of it before ze show. I get zat. But you are only giving me a week to create you a whole new dress? Zis is crazy!"
"But I know you'd be able to do it. You're a fashion genius. Why do you think you're the only guy I've ever gone to? Why do you think you're my favorite?" Blonda gushed.
"Because you used to sleep wiz me?" he raised an eyebrow.
"And because you make the most spectacular clothes I've ever seen! Oh please, François, you just have to make my dress!" Blonda begged.
He huffed in annoyance.
"Fine. I will do eet," he frowned. "But," he held up his index finger authoritatively, "you 'ad better appreciate zis. You know I wouldn't do zis for just anyone."
"I know!" Blonda clapped her hands while bouncing up and down like an excited school girl. "Call me when it's done!"
The actress then used her wand to poof herself to her dressing room at the TV studio where she filmed her show. Once she was alone in her room she slumped down on the plush, white couch and sighed. She had bought some time, and now she had a little extra time for a work out before filming started for the show later. She gulped. Go out on camera like this? With a few extra pounds? She shuddered as she quickly poofed into her workout attire and hopped aboard her treadmill.
She still couldn't believe it. She was certain that her waistline gained a few inches, something that wouldn't go unnoticed by the general public for long. Word would get out to the press and they would have a field day! And Juandissimo…he…he would leave her! He wanted a girlfriend as beautiful as he was, and if he found out about this, he would surely dump her!
So she would just binge on working out. Again. If that's what it took for these couple extra pounds to come off, then that's what she would do. She needed to. She was a star! She wanted and needed to be beautiful! If she didn't have a flat stomach, then she may as well start living life like her sister! A nobody! And that was one thing that Blonda Starshine Fairywinkle just could not be.