Chapter 37

"Fishnets..." Rosayla muttered as she rushed around the store.

"No fishnet stockings!" I yelled to her.

"Yes!" She yelled as the bell jingled. I prayed for it to be a customer so Rosayla wouldn't get the fishnets. Luck, however, decided today was not the day. Maybe it was karma. But if it's karma, it better be hitting Larissa and Amber hard right now.

"Castiel! Fishnets, or no fishnets!" Rosayla yelled. Even with my back turned, I knew it was Castiel and Lysander that had entered, and not Rosayla pranking me. I froze up for a second. Then relaxed.

"No fishnets!" I called out to those behind me.

"Yeah. Let's see fishnets on her." I heard him walk towards the chair I was hazardously spread out on.

"And is that the proper way to sit on a chair?" Castiel's shadow loomed over me, and I looked up at him.

"I'm not sitting on the chair. I'm laying on it. It's the proper way to lay on a chair." I informed him. One leg was thrown over the armrest, the other leg thrown over the back. My head was over the edge, and my hands were resting on my stomach.

"Yes, and when did it become the proper way?" He asked, eyebrows raised skeptically.

"Since I came along." I said, reaching my bare foot up to him. He swatted my foot down. I lifted it back up. Once again he swatted my foot down. I laughed, sitting up.

"FISHNETS ARE HERE!" Rosayla sang, gliding over to where we were. High in her joy, she was floating above the ground. Almost.

"No!" I protested.

"Hey, I'm giving you clean, free, fashionable clothes!"

"I'll take a bathrobe over that."

"No. Just try them. Maybe you will like them."

"You're disgusting." I scoffed, turning around. A sharp tug at my shoulder, and I was facing Rosayla. A mad one.
"Put. Them. On!" She growled pushing them into my hands, and shoved me into the dressing room.

At least they weren't neon. I guess.

"What else do I put on?" I called out, sticking my head out of the door.

"Go back in, I'll toss them over to you. But first," Rosayla paused, leaning in towards me.

"No binding them. I don't care if they shake like maracas." With an evil cackle, and the sweep of a hand (to close the door) I was left in the dressing room, with some "attractive" lingerie, and some fishnets.

"How do I even put it on?" I wondered quietly, turning it around. Well, I mean, I can always experiment. Or complain, and maybe get out of this.

"Rosaaaaaaaa!" I dragged out the a, and heard her clack towards the dressing room, I opened up the door a little.

"Here." She snatched them and adjusted my hands.

"Put them on now." And she handed me a pair of shorts, and a t-shirt before clacking away.
So basically I wore the fishnets with a pair of black ripped up shorts, and a white baby doll shirt, with the most hardcore badass boots ever. And yeah, it worked.

"This doesn't actually look that bad..." I murmured, spinning around in the mirror.

"Let me do your hair. Side braid. Please. It's so long and pretty." Rosayla sighed.

"Sure." I turned to the side, for a profile.

"Wait! Don't I look really fat." My stomach had quite the bulge.

"What are you talking about?" Rosayla pinched my stomach (ow).

"Oh my gosh! I do! And ow!" I slapped her hand away.

"Shut up. You look fine. You have abs." She knocked on my stomach. Twice.

"And then this layer of fat, this is ridiculous!" I turned around to the other side.

"It looks even worse from this side." I huffed, feeling sick to the stomach. (Oh, what a coincidence.) I threw myself down on the chair.

"No. I'm not wearing this shirt. I refuse to go into public like this." I looked away.

"Don't be like that. It's just fishnets." Rosayla frowned, clearly upset.

"Then find another shirt. No way am I wearing something that makes me look fat."

"Fine." Rosayla walked out, slamming the door closed behind her. I got up, and took off the shirt. I pinched it tightly, making everywhere else completely flat, and smooth, and perfect. Two inches of fat. That's what it looked like. I threw the shirt across the dressing room, and slumped back into the chair.

A minute passed.

"I thought you already had found everything." I heard a curious inquire from Lysander.

"Well, she decided that it made her look quote unquote too fat. So I had to find a new shirt." Rosayla snarled. I slumped down lower in my seat.

"Excuse me, but fat?" Lysander's quiet and polite tone was audible from the dressing rooms. I grumbled, and plugged in the earbuds, turning my music up. I should've just dealt with it. Worn that stupid shirt.