Chapter 9: He’s a feast to look upon
Marcy, greying slightly, looking ever youthful and vibrant with her bright shiny black hair and honey colored eyes was sitting on the bed, staring fondly at the girl who was facing the 9 feet mirror in the room; forcing a yoke waist skirt up her wide hips.
Her rich colored golden brown hair shook like glitter as she moved side by side, forcing the fabric up her body. Her knees moving to and fro as she pulled the waist line, forcing it past her hips.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip!!!!
The skirt tore in half and fell about her feet on the ground, along with about three others.
"Oh no...". The girl exclaimed in her small pitiful voice turning to look apologetically at Marcy who was only smiling as she stood.
"It’s okay dear. We’ll just get another one. Brittany had so many clothes which she isn’t wearing anymore".
Naomi pursed her lips making her look incrediously cute and innocent.
As she grew over the years, her features turned out to be very kind, domicile and angelic just like her nature.
Despite the bruises she had gotten from past bullyings, Her skin was porcelain and shiny. Her eyes were huge and crystal clear blue which always looked like it would tear up any moment. Her nose was petite like her heart shaped lips which was always moist and red like a rippened strawberry.
She was really grateful that Marcy was taking out her time to get her some clothes because she had out grown her old ones.
For someone at 23, she grew curves in indefinite proportions. Though she didn’t eat much and was never the sporty kind, her hips grew excessively wide and broad. Her bottom was roundly shaped and she usually had difficulties pushing them inside most of her skirts.