It was a curiosity that she didn't want to confess. Her life at school, had been ... good..., without too much attention directed her way. But there was a question she'd never dared ask herself.
Would she have enjoyed it more, had she been bustier? Too shy, to ask during her school years, afraid of sounding gay, or weird. Her social position was tolerated, but not strong.
But now, she had bought the suit, and could wear it in the privacy of her college dorm. Besides, if having those curves gave her the confidence she expected. Then she could go out as her alter-ego. Barbara. She'd already named her. To rhyme Big Busty Barbara, both far enough, and close enough to shorten to 'Barbi'.
Holding up the skin, she turned it this way and that, admiring it in the light. Until, she realised everyone... anyone could look in and see her too. Dropping it onto the bed, she looked at it as if it were a snake, dangerous and capable of betrayal. Instinctively, she glanced to the door. Checking it was shut, the key in the lock ensuring no interruptions.
It didn't look terribly impressive as it lay there. Wrinkles too clear, and a faintly plastic unreality to the skin. Empty, it was hard to tell how 'big' it'd make her. The drunken courage, when she'd ordered the damned thing making it shameful and vague. Also, intoxicating and exciting too.
Closing the blinds and curtains, plunged the room into darkness. Susan stumbled and fumbled back towards the door, and the light switch. The room filled with harsh artificial light, and she dusted herself off with talcum powder. The squeaks from the skin as she slid her legs inside, felt like it was announcing her intentions to everyone on the same floor.
But, no-one came banging on the door. No calls, questions or ... interest, as she pulled into place. It added a few inches to her hips. Giving her a booty for the first time in her life. Slipping her arms into the sleeves, it pulled tighter, clinging to, then encasing her torso. Until she wiggled her shoulders inside the skin. An open seam ran the length of her spine, the 'Barbi' face hanging from her chin awaiting the final stage as she'd pull it into place like a hood.
Taking a deep breath, and hoping to calm her racing pulse Susan felt her chest rise and fall like never before. Heavier, fuller, more deliberate. The head piece stopping her from getting a good idea about her first experience of having cleavage.
Her hands shook, as the took the edge of the hood, before smoothly pulling it into place. Rolling her neck from side to side, she lined her eyes up, her nose and mouth quickly lining up too. Unsure if she was ready for the reveal, she kept her eyes closed as she eased herself around the edge of the bed. Blindly, hands reaching out, she discovered the edge of the make-up table.
It's mirror ready to reveal how she looked.... how Barbara looked.
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