Fashion Show - Part 2 of 2

Amy stepped from the bedroom, tugging at the straps of her awkwardly fitting dress.

"Katy, what the hell. C'mon."

The taller friend tried not to laugh. "What? Okay, its maybe a little uh... low cut?"

"And polka dots?" She jabbed at the choice.

"Again, I wasn't exactly able to shop at Louis Vuitton."

"It's a little exposing, don't you think..." It was not a question.

Katy considered that. "Yeah... bras might be an issue at your uh... stature. Bah, who needs 'em."

The darker haired girl sighed. "This is a no from me."

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Katy snorted at the reveal of her friend's next choice.

"What the hell, that's actually so cute."

Amy groaned; her hands completely consumed by the ravenous sleeves of her jumper. 

"It's a little big..."

"Sweetie, you're a little small."

"Not funny."

"Funny-or-not, it's true."

The jumper was cozy to be sure, but it'd make her movements around the home far too cumbersome.

"You're taking it back." The shrunken woman said, turning on her heels.

"Like hell I am, it might fit me!"

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"Okay, was this the smallest size they had?"

Katie just grinned at her dwindled friend. "Listen, when I take experimental weight loss pills and go all Alice in Wonderland, then you can do the trip to the mall. See how easy it is."

"You know, I think I'll do my shopping online from now on."

The taller girl just giggled at that. "I mean, looks pretty comfy to me. Didn't you date a basketball player in your twenties who was like six foot seven? Surely you wore his jersey. How different could it have looked..."

Amy rolled her eyes. Again, the outfit hung very low on her form, but it was the lightest of the bunch - that wasn't abjectly humiliating.

Katy detected the ruminating in her friend's mind. "Do we have a winner? Is Amy joining the little leagues?"

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Amy found herself staring down the breakfast and coffee her friend had made for her. Katy's impish sense of humour was difficult to withstand, but at least she was here. 

"Any word from the geniuses at your work about fixing you?"

Amy shook her head. "At least another week they're thinking."

Katy smiled. "Well, can we talk about the guest room. The bed in there isn't that comfy to be honest..."

The shrunken woman frowned. "Well, maybe we can order a different mattress or..."

Katy's grin didn't fade, and she cut off her diminutive companion. "C'mon, you've got that huge bed in there and you're on the itty-bitty side. We can share surely."

Amy's brow furrowed at that. "I don't know..."

The friend just tapped the surface next to her breakfast. "We can talk about it later. For now, eat up."

The tiny woman eyed the large meal in front of her, there was a hesitation that Katy sensed.

"And don't even think about asking for a calory count..."

The End.