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Just a Little Fun by Nomdreserv


Part 2



Karen decided to stop at a nearby department store, not her usual choice, but feeling a little self conscious about her clothes. She hoped the weight loss stabilized soon. It was great to reduce like magic, but she couldn't afford a lot of new outfits. Still, she figured at least a couple of sets were an appropriate way to show off her new figure.

She was struck by an attractive floral print dress with sash belt on a mannequin, and decided to find one to try on. Usually she took a size 12, so she deliberately chose a 10 instead. On her way to the dressing room, she also grabbed some linen slacks for more casual wear, but just to be safe, she picked them in sizes 8 to 12, with her usual 30 inch inseam. As she undressed, she noticed how much looser her clothes were than just this morning, feeling another thrill at the amazing change over 24 hours. The feeling dimmed somewhat when she noticed that her bra was also loose, her breasts not pushing the cups as they usually did. Great, she thought, the one place I don't want to lose weight. It was strange, though, because her breasts still looked and felt the same to her, and her stomach looked no flatter than before. When she put on the dress, her mood darkened more. It also didn't sit right on her, the shoulders too wide, the waist trying to hang below her own middle, and the length too long by three inches. As she surveyed the almost baggy effect in the outer room mirrors, one of the saleswomen came by. She looked her over and immediately offered a solution.

"Yes, a very nice piece, but I think you might find our petite lines to be more flattering for your size."

"Petites?" Karen snorted. "I haven't worn anything petite since high school. Geez, I've been five six since I was 15."

"Ummm, yes, of course. Still, allow me."

She disappeared for two minutes and returned with a similar dress in the smaller size. Karen took it and decided to show her just how badly it would fit, quickly returning to the dressing room. To her chagrin, it fit well, settling just right about her frame. This just confirmed her cynical view of women’s' fashions: no two lines' or stores' sizes are ever the same. Before giving the clerk the satisfaction of seeing her success, she decided to try on the pants. The size 10 waist fit fine, but the cuffs dragged the floor. After checking the length to confirm her size, she decided to test the others. Sure enough, the size 12 was too loose and too long, and the 8 slightly tight but still long. She shook her head. Could the weight loss have changed her waist position slightly, or was everything mismarked at this place? Since the dress fit well, she put it back on, and went back out.

"You're right," she admitted. "I think I'll take it. Let me just grab a couple of other items."

She walked over and tried to nonchalantly exchange the pants for a petite size as well. Then she stopped by the lingerie area. Normally a 36C, she decided to try 36B, 34C and 34B just to be sure. Then, a short blue teddy caught her eye, and she felt a pleasant warmth as she imagined showing off her slimmed figure tonight. Adding it in, she smiled dreamily. However, by the time she confirmed the smaller sizes with these, the smile had been replaced with a frown of perplexion. Every size was smaller. How could that be unless....of course, she decided: she had heard of stores that deliberately "undersized" all their clothes to make a woman feel thinner or smaller - it all made sense now. She smiled at her realization and relaxed as she paid.

She wore the new dress since it fit so well, but on the way out, her foot slipped again and she sighed, deciding she'd had it with these shoes as well. No wonder she hadn't worn them for so long. She stopped in the shoe department and admired a four strap sandal, the action immediately triggering a salesman's appearance.

"May I help you?"

"Yes, I'd like to see these in a size 8." She looked at him fixedly. "No games, OK? An 8."

He glanced at her feet, raised an eyebrow, but then nodded and went in back, returning with two boxes. As she sat to try the shoes on, she saw that the boxes were marked size 7 and 8.

"Look," she said wearily, "I know what your store's trying to do, and it may work for some people, but it's just making me tired. You can't change shoe sizes, so just give me the size eights."

"Yes ma'am." He opened the box and handed them to her. She smiled in satisfaction as they fit perfectly. At least once she had triumphed over this size nonsense.

"Thanks. I'll wear them. Here's my card."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am." He breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't actually checked the soles for the stamped size. This was the first time a female customer had insisted her foot was bigger than it was. Her expression and obvious looseness of her current shoes had indicated that trying to convince her of a different size was fruitless, but his experience had refused to jeopardize a sale by deliberately giving her the wrong size. As he rang up the purchase, he put the other box under the counter and reminded himself to mark the box as an 8.

In her car, Karen readjusted the mirror. Must have bumped it getting out before, she thought. More surprising, she found the difference in shoes made her adjust her seat slightly forward. As she drove home, she reached out in a familiar gesture to change her radio station, and instead hit the fan control. She glanced over and corrected herself. Must have been the seat adjustment.


At home, the answering machine was blinking, and its message made her heart sink. Bob was working late, and probably wouldn't be in before 10. He had to finish a project to insure against coming in during vacation. She muttered a mild expletive, picked up a letter from the mail pile, and went to get herself a glass of wine. She concentrated so much on the letter's contents, she didn't notice that she now had to stretch on her tiptoes to reach the shelf. She finished the mail while sipping her wine, then made herself a simple pasta and salad for dinner. While eating, she noticed a couple of minor things that puzzled her slightly. Her chair didn't feel right, and she kept squirming while trying to get comfortable. Also, the utensils felt just a bit odd. At first, she thought she might have picked up one of the mismatched pieces they had accumulated to supplement their standard service, but a closer inspection confirmed her regular fork and knife. The feeling passed as she used them more, but another sense of disquiet returned as she cleaned up. Standing by the dishwasher to unload, she found herself misjudging her reach and having to look twice to put away the dishes. Something about the sink also seemed wrong, but she managed to finish without any great difficulty and put the matter behind her.

After a little TV and reading, with no sign of Bob, she decided to relax with a long bath. Stretching out comfortably in the tub was easy tonight, she found, and she lingered longer than usual as a result. By the time she forced herself out, she decided she'd go to bed. But first, she had to check again.

128.

Incredible, she was down another seven pounds. Checking her nude form in the mirror, she convinced herself that her hips did look smaller, though to be honest, her figure overall remained depressingly unchanged, even to the slight stomach bulge. If it hadn't been for the new dress and bra size, she would have thought the scale was lying.

She put on the new teddy, admiring the snug way it fit her, the hem just covering her crotch and hips. Bob was in for a pleasant surprise, if he ever got home.

That strange, not-quite-right feeling returned when she used her hairbrush and toothbrush, but as she was tired by now, she no longer gave it much thought, putting the whole night's minor annoyances down to being overtired. She had originally planned to read in bed and wait for Bob, but despite a mild arousal, found herself soon falling into a deep sleep.



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