With a flop and a toss of hair I fall across my bed and stare into the ceiling. Why do I have to go to the family Christmas party? It's a dull bunch of old relatives asking why I'm still single. My roommate opens the door and throws her bag at me.
"Wake up bitch. I need your opinion. Will Sean like this thong... or this one?"
As usual I was the evaluator of Amy's whorish attire. She held up two new thongs, one black and the other red with a white trim. I looked between them both for a moment...
"The black one. He tore your last red one in half."
She throws the red one at me with a smirk.
"Merry Christmas then. Here's your present. Oh now don't! You want to say no and that it's not your thing. Have you SEEN your closet? You have the sex appeal of a fern. Get up, let me show you..."
Over the next 30 minutes I'm stripped and made to change clothes until I settle in a skirt that got drastically shortened to the middle of my thigh and a simple blouse.
"Amy, I look like some schoolgirl fantasy..."
"Exactly. Guys are going to line up to get it off of you."
I shrug it off before my ringing cell phone sends me to a panic. It's my mom and she's waiting for me in the parking lot so we can go to the party.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck. I can't go dressed li..."
Amy throws my sweater vest at me before she shoves me out the door. Guess they;re fucking here tonight. I put on my vest and join my mother. At first she doesn't recognize me. I'm still 5'3" and thin. Still wearing my glasses, still have my brunette hair. Now, I'm all of that in a form fitting outfit just close enough to skimpy she gives a dirty look and nothing else. We start the drive home from university and too soon we're at my uncle's house. We climb out of the sedan and make towards the tacky wreathed door. Knock knock.