"Alright then, let's get started," Tayla takes out a measuring tape and starts to wrap it around the various parts of my body. I'm thankful she doesn't mutter the numbers out loud; that's not something I want to hear her opinions on.
After a few minutes, she has all the information she needs. "So what I think we will do is we'll start from lingerie, then we can go into the basics that you can wear every day. What do you do for work?" My heart races when she mentions lingerie. I'm not in the mood to try on lingerie in front of a random woman, and I'm certainly not in the mood to have that underwear bought for me by that man who left me here to get made over as he's clearly unimpressed with my appearance.
"Um, I'm a university student. I also work in a café and a bookstore," my voice squeaks as she takes out a notepad, writing a series of things down as another woman dressed in pants and an expensive-looking purple blouse enters pushing a cart.
"Champagne?" The other woman offers. I nod my head quickly as she pops the bottle. It looks French and fancy. I need something that will take the edge off. Hopefully, it will make me want to cry less and will ease my feelings about my new situation.
The woman hands me a glass with a slice of a strawberry dropped into it. It fizzles on my tongue as I take a sip of the sweet drink. This will probably be the most enjoyable part of this day.
A few minutes later, Tayla has set me up in a large dressing room nearly five times the size of a normal department store one. She has a selection of delicate lingerie for me to choose from. To my surprise, she doesn't leave as I get undressed, helping me adjust the bra as I secure it to my bare chest and examining me after the whole ensemble is fastened.
"Just as I thought, your body looks amazing in that. Isn't it comfortable?" She grins as she turns me to look in the wide mirror behind me. The underwear is quite skimpy, I have to say, but it doesn't make me look nearly as lumpy as I had imagined it would. I wouldn't personally say that my body looks amazing though; she is definitely paid to say that. I nod my head in response to her earlier question; there isn't an underwire piercing my skin, and I don't feel locked into it like a vice grip.
"Great. We will get you a variety of that cut in those colors, and I'll throw in some other sexy numbers I think both you and Mr. Whitlock will enjoy," she gives me a wink, and I feel the heat rising in my cheeks. Luckily, she moves on quickly. "Now that that's all taken care of, we can move on to your day-to-day outfits. You stay here, I'll go grab a couple of things that I think will work," she ducks out of the room, and I immediately take a large drink of the champagne. I think I'm going to need a lot more of this to get through the rest of this.