CLARISSE POV
Chris can be called "used to everything," I'll call "Mrs. Rodriguez is not
anything stupid." Chris might call "normal life", I will call "life totally privileged." Chris can call "his mother's house," and I'll call "Mansion idiot."
Just for starters, there was a gate with alternate designs and different sculpted in pure iron and covered in impeccable white paint. Beyond the giant gates, was a fountain with an angel carved out of clay and painted carefully, dropping a bucket of water that he was carefully carrying. The house was more than a giant construction, seemed to me an inn or something like that. It was white, off-white, and beige. But once we stepped in the house, the floor made of pure marble and everything was perfect, combining with all the other ornaments.
But now it was already six in the evening, and Chris had asked for the driver to take me to the restaurant seven-thirty so he could see me. I looked around the room. The walls were rough and the color of pumpkin, the bed was king size, for a couple ... On the bed, gently dropping, a canopy, flamed with all different colors, all transparency pull a red tone. The cabinets were made of wood and color of coffee from the front was a Plasma television.
I did not know what to wear, and already put it into words, I never got used to getting ready to leave, mainly because I never leave. I had a choice, but I had promised myself I would not use it, never. But this was an emergency. I grabbed my bag color of salmon, ripped from all sides and frankly shabby, and looked at the bottom until it found the funds i needed. The manual that Silena wrote once for me, with all the perfect combinations and designs for certain occasions. I opened her notebook, carefully turning the soft front of it, with all my best photos glued to it. I looked closely at the dinner session which was written between the three sessions she wrote to me. She had written:
"Gotcha Clarissefinallyopenedthis thing, right? I imagine you must becrazy in the headto have toreach thatstate of affairs. I betit has something todo withChris, no?"
"Wow .." I nodded, "She's great at it."
I continued reading:
"Not going to learnanything, I tried to teach you and you ignored me, so just follow the instructions and you'll look great. One knowsthatthe bookbag thatcame alongithadthreeplasticswith someclothing, there was not? Well, open and will havealittle surprise! Dress upand come herefor the makeup. "
I was listening to her voice, the way she laughed at everything from how he was happy and content. I've missed it ... one of two people I really love this life.
I opened the bags and pulled out from inside a plastic with a few simple cloths and dropped them in my hands. There was a black dress that was strapless with a neckline so deep that it seemed that my breasts would explode or something, jumping out. But it would be good to rub on the face of Gretchen, that my boobs were not false, and yet, much larger than hers. With a phosphorescent yellow cloth tape right where the waist was located. I took the bag one other item ... a bra? Yeah, a strapless, I think Silena knew I would not have strapless bras, with bulge and all. And then, a shoe that was open style phosphorescent yellow.
The shoe has at least a six inch heels, not sure he was able to stand in that atrocity. A black coat with white it was also printed and accessories. A tiara very thin phosphorescent, golden yellow earrings, yellow gold and accompanied by an ankle bracelet for monitoring. The purse was black designed with white delicate details. I stuck in all those clothes and I was just incredible, until I get used to learn their high heels! It seemed that was all done up by Silena in my measures. And maybe she'd work, and the way she is, I do not doubt anything. My breasts had been fair and beautiful in that dress. The makeup was not so hard, since Silena explained it all very clearly. First I had to apply foundation on the face and then the powder blush and reddish brown. In the eyes I had to go down the pencil in the eye area and she said for me to lightly sprinkle some sparkles in the eye. I finished with a nude color lipstick and was ready to go.
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I looked timidly into the hallway and walked down the aisle and try hard not to stumble and fall of those mega high sandals. Everything was perfect, until ... Gretchen with a glass of milk came in her pajamas made from pure silk and pink bows, very short and provocative.She looked at me from head to toe, "Hey look, who got all flashy just to hang out with my boyfriend. Too bad I'll convince him to get a better night with me." She laughed, and looked at her face intently with little notice, and killed myself to laugh.
She simply turned the glass on top of my beautiful coat and was brand new, she soaked it with cow's milk, which probably means that the milk is hers, hehe.
"Oh, excuse me ... I'm so sorry, I lament much, Clarisse" She pretended, playing their charming curls with your fingers.
"This? Was nothing, I actually did them a favor, friend." I told her, and revealed my big busts and seductive in that wonderful dress. And I looked at her with great cleavage in her nightgown, could see that the pads were filling her bra. "This, clearly seeing these?" I asked touching the side of my busts, "This is something that has, in real woman." And threw his coat over her and went straight to my date.