At their request, Doctor Babbingtree led the two girls to a collection of spacious changing cubicles and then returned to his counter. Liza jumped into her cubicle, giddy to try the nurse uniform. Tina slunk into hers, feeling all the more awkward at being trapped between the full-length mirrors that took up the walls of the cubicle.
She pulled the black and silver leotard on. She looked stupid, she thought. It pinched in all the wrong places and the tiny frilly skirt tickled awkwardly against her upper legs. Standing before the huge mirrors, she felt hot with embarrassment.
And then, as she pulled on the scratchy wig and curled boots, the feeling of uncomfortable warmth passed, as though a cool night breeze had passed over her skin. The leotard no longer felt tight; infact, she could barely feel it at all. As she ran her hand over the fabric covering her midriff, the stars moved and swam about her fingers.
That was enough to make her jump with surprise. The silver wings on her back, which had previously looked so fake, sprang into life, keeping her aloft with a slow, gentle beat. Her black and silver booties dangled centimeters above the cubicle floor.
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.18 seconds at 1:54pm on Dec 18, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
