~BBW (Multiple), Magic, Transformation, ~SWG - a series based on the need of some people to have a few changes in their lives
An Alternate Reality Story
FIFTH CHAPTER: THE ULTIMATE CHOICE
Libby wandered away from the food court, elated with the progress she had made in advancing Gretchen up the social ladder while bringing Wanda and Brittany down to earth.
A vibrant young lady captured Libby’s attention, her exterior a façade for a far different person buried inside, a circumstance grasped well by one with the typical training of a Goth; thus Libby followed her. Perhaps her’s was a life course in need of correction as well?
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Priscilla McGregor was a classy dish. There was but no other term to describe this polished member of the feminine gender. Her wavy dark red hair, set in a pageboy hairstyle contoured to the shape of her delicate face. Her attire, a sleeveless white blouse made of silk and pricy gray slacks, favored her slender body. Priscilla’s skin owned a smooth bronze hue, manufactured from an expensive tanning spa and an engagement ring was attached to her finger.
She seemed a little lost while window shopping. Buying just the right gown for the event was a little strenuous; her beau always expected the best. Naturally he wouldn’t have popped the question if he didn’t consider Priscilla the best possible choice for his wife. But that’s to be seen, for as Libby would shortly notice the story begins with a coincidence of perfect timing.
The boutique’s glass held the reflection of a young man walking toward Priscilla, she turned and upon recognition, smiled, “Brandon?”
Brandon greeted her with shelved enthusiasm, “Yes Priscilla, it’s me.”
Brandon Farmer was not just a former boyfriend Libby discerned, but so much more. Between the ages of 12 and 17, Brandon was Priscilla’s shoulder to lean on, the ear to her heart, her buddy whenever she wanted to go to the movies or play cards.
Brandon was her best friend, buddy, constant companion. A moderately good looking young man, a little taller than Priscilla with brown hair and compassionate blue eyes.
“You look really good, I surmise you finished college?”, Brandon asked.
Brandon was one whose vocabulary equaled most poets. Priscilla’s eyes shined brightly, “Thank you and yes, I finally earned my degree in business. I’m working over at Pointer-Baum.”
“Really?”, Brandon’s eyes were intertwining with hers. Priscilla held her hand firmly to her hip. There was a deep bond here, but she was trying her best not to display it.
“Yeah, it’s a real estate and finance company, I’m the office manager for the downtown branch.”
Brandon nodded, “I’m so happy for you. You’re doing so well.”
Priscilla didn’t seem too different, the exception being her red hair was a darker hue as was her skin and minus the freckles. She’d lost a little weight as well, perhaps 25-pounds? Not too different? Priscilla rotated her head, her beautiful mane slightly shaking, “What about you? What have you been up too?”
Brandon sighed, “Nothing earth shattering. I’m still working at the high school, the senior prom is coming up, that’s always a lot of work.”
Libby noted that Brandon was a janitor, nothing extremely special about that. Though in truth, he worked hard, kept track of his better friends and always had time to help out his elderly neighbors. There was a dash of mischievousness in Priscilla’s tone, “Still playing cards on Saturday nights and watching the Bears every Sunday?”
“You know it,” Brandon chuckled, “I guess I haven’t changed that much.”
“I can set my time by you”, Priscilla laughed, “You’re that predicable.”
Brandon placed his hands over his hips, still entranced by the light in her vibrant eyes, “Nah, you just know me that well. Any way, what are you doing at the mall?”
“To be honest”, Priscilla chirped, “I’m actually here to buy a bathing suit but thought I’d do a little window shopping for my wedding dress.”
Brandon kept a tight upper lip, though Libby could tell his insides were being crushed, “You’re getting married? Congratulations”
Brandon might have been her best friend but in truth, he had always though of Priscilla in the amorous sense. Ever since she was the silly little chubbette who’d swap comics with him or listen in awe to his ghost stories. A pity he never told her, especially since most guys at the time didn’t recognize the gentle beauty that she possessed. He would had no rivals. Though now how could he compete with someone who was probably a professional businessman?
“Thank you”, Priscilla smiled, “I met Peter right before graduating school.”
Brandon cleared his throat, “What does Peter do, when’s the wedding?”
Priscilla rattled off, “Peter is a computer software specialist and works for the Hampton corporation, we’re getting married this November. He’s quite the catch, I owe everything to Peter.”
Brandon curiously squinted, “I don’t follow you? You owe everything to Peter?”
Oddly Priscilla hesitated before she replied, her voice quieting into a soft timbre, “Well yeah. I was piling back on the weight before I met him, remember how chubby I was?”
Brandon confirmed Priscilla’s comment, “Sure, you were a little plump but lost weight the summer before senior year.”
Priscilla shook her head, the tip of her mane touching her shoulders, “Well, I slid off my diet just before I met Peter.”
“And he convinced you to lose weight?”, Brandon asked.
“Kind of, sort of”, Priscilla dutifully replied, adding, “Let me tell you the whole story.”
~ The story was simply that Priscilla had befriended a young man who introduced her to Peter. Peter was genuinely impressed by the fetching maiden and asked her out. Though over time, Priscilla became aware that he favored slender females and this motivated her to lose weight to progress their relationship.
Priscilla didn’t overtly admit it to Brandon, but Libby’s insight told the truth. Libby knew that Peter desired a trophy chick. Thus she had laser treatments to remove her freckles and she darkened the orange hue of her hair to a dark shade of red and finally rid herself of her milky white complexion by joining a tanning spa. The weight loss was just another touch to creating an image. But it was all show, wuth no real love. Not like she’d known. This union, if made, would flounder.
“You looked fine to me, just gorgeous”, Brandon confidently remarked.
Priscilla twisted at her waist, “I looked fine for when I worked at Dairy Queen, but in the company I keep now, my appearance demands more.”
Brandon nonchalantly chuckled, “I thought you looked cute! Really.”
Inside Priscilla smiled. But outwardly, knowing herself to now be engrossed in the materialistic world, she had an entirely different answer, “That’s why nobody asked me out until senior year, because I was cute? I was a fatty and you know it. The only male companionship I had was you and we were friends.”
Due to loneliness, never aware of Brandon’s secret love for her, she had dropped the weight and was eventually noticed by her male classmates. As her popularity took off, her friendship with Brandon had slowly evaporated. She lowered her masque a tad and recalled wistfully, “We used to have so much fun together, remember?”
Brandon’s smile returned as they reminisced. A fetching expression of happiness encompassed Priscilla’s alluring face as she continued, “Those long bike rides we’d take and playing rummy until five in the morning.”
“I did try to teach you how to play poker!”, Brandon laughed.
Priscilla rolled her eyes and softly chuckled “I remember. I used to love to hear your stories, how‘d we wrap ourselves up in a big ol blanket and you‘d try to scare me with those ghost stories.”
“You could never get enough of my mom’s cookies”, Brandon fondly stated.
Priscilla warmly smiled, “It was terrible turning them down when I started my diet.”
Brandon delightfully added, “My mom really thought the world of you. Matter of fact, I just let her off at the shoe store, she’d never forgive me if I didn’t bring you over so she could say hello.”
Priscilla bit her lip, “That would be nice, really it would, but_.”
Brandon invited Priscilla to continue, “Yes, what?”
Priscilla rolled her eyes, her cheeks rippling with a redden hue, “You’ll think I’m being silly, but seeing her would just open the flood gates to about a million memories I need to forget.”
Brandon half-smiled while rubbing the back of his head, “You’re not making much sense?”
Priscilla loudly exhaled, “I think your mom was the only one that knew I was over the top smitten with you.”
Brandon’s face became harden in seriousness, “You had a crush on me?”
Priscilla nodded while admitting, “Oh man, this is awkward.”
Priscilla paused before confessing, “Yes I did. But I realized back then it wasn’t meant to be. I was just your friend, a buddy, one of the guys.”
Brandon wore his heart on his sleeve as Libby at a distance observed, her esars drinking in every word. “Why didn’t you say something?”
Priscilla looked upward, emphasizing her thoughts at the time, “I was much too chubby to be considered girlfriend material. Don’t get me wrong, I loved our friendship and appreciated all the kindness and happiness you brought me. But even after I lost the weight, you still regarded me as a friend.”
Brandon jumbled his words, “That’s not true, after you lost weight, you become friends with Dina and she introduced you to, well, you kind of went off on your own, I really liked you, always liked you, more than a friend.”
Priscilla blinked, “Huh? Even when I was fat?”
Brandon nodded, “You looked absolutely breathtaking while chubby, simply beautiful. Any way, that didn’t matter, your looks didn’t mean a thing to me, even if you weighed 300-pounds, I wasn’t attracted to the wrapping paper but the gift inside. I never met another girl as cute, as funny, as intelligent as you. That’s probably why I’m still single. You’re the woman I measure all other females by, nobody is like you.”
“You thought I was attractive even while chubby?”, Priscilla ardently asked. It was blowing her mind that when being her true self she could be deemed loveable. Peter, she knew, would not feel so.
Brandon firmly gripped her shoulders, “Yes, I did.”
“If I had know that, I would have never dieted. It was quite challenging to say the least”, Priscilla honestly divulged.
Brandon laughed, “I know, you had a cute appetite.”
Priscilla joined in with the laughter, “You mean a big appetite.”
An unexpected moment of silence occurred, interrupted by the disturbing look of dread crinkling Priscilla’s face, “That’s why it would be awkward to see your mom, or to see you ever again.”
Brandon’s hand slowly drifted across her upper arm, “I feel like my heart was just stepped on.”
Priscilla bleakly elaborated, “We have to forget we ever met today and remember our friendship, no matter how remarkable it was, as a thing of the past. We have different lives now, I’m a totally different person, committed to and in love with a wonderful man who thinks I’m perfect.”
Libby listened to the words and read her heart, asking silently “Are you just trying to convince him, or are you trying to persuade yourself as well?
Brandon nodded but couldn’t hold back his opinion, “Priscilla, I wouldn’t hurt you for the world, but would this Peter character be interested in you if you weren’t perfect? If you were still the cute, chubby girl who once told me that working at Dairy Queen was the best job ever?”
She didn’t answer.
Priscilla and Brandon were seemingly lost in a vacuum, though in a crowded mall, they were alone.
Her heart played the same song, “What we had is now gone, forever. If things were different, if I hadn’t changed, who knows what might have happened between us? In your heart I’m still the fat girl_.”
A single tear slowly fell over her cheek, ”_But those memories, as sweet as they may be, have to stay in your memory. I’m not the same person, I have a new agenda and you cannot be a part of it. True, Peter has his standards and to keep him happy, I have to abide to his best interest.”
Brandon’s voice cracked, “I’ll never be able to forget about you, even meeting you today. I’ll never stop loving you.”
Priscilla took a step back, “Stop talking like that. If I hadn’t been a fatty growing up, had I always been slender and floated in the popular circle, I seriously doubt we would have become friends. It’s not like you dated much, I never saw you out with the babes.”
Brandon responded with bravo, “Don’t you know why I didn’t date in high school? Isn’t it obvious why you were the only girl I spent time with?”
Priscilla folded her arms over breasts, “You’re missing the point. This is the real me, not the girl you knew back then. Brandon please, if you cherish our friendship, let’s keep it in the past because that’s where it belongs.”
Brandon realized he had no choice, “If that’s what you desire, so be it. It was nice seeing you today. Good luck and I wish you all the happiness in the world, Peter is a lucky man.”
Privy to Brandon’s sadness, Priscilla stepped within his space, “We had a beautiful friendship and well, I hope you’ll discover all the happiness you deserve. You’re the best Brandon, you really are. I know you’ll make some nice girl very happy.”
Priscilla interjected a little humor to soften the sting, “Just lower your standards a little, okay? I know some day you’ll find true love and forget all about me.”
Brandon looked directly into her eyes, “If this is truly goodbye, I’d like to send you off with a kiss.”
“That’s a bold move”, she giggled, “If you were bolder five years ago, who knows what might have happened?”
A moments glance before a merging of lips……….
At that moment Libby closed her eyes as well.
.......the fusion of their lips was vaguely a real kiss, but for every action there is a reaction and impulsively their lips met again. Neither could ignore the amorous connection, too profound to be dismissed, it was natural and alive.
Priscilla converged her body into his, lifting her knee into his thigh, arching back her willowy neck, her fingernails digging deep into Brandon’s shoulder. After momentarily pausing to catch her breath she sighed and the kissing ensued with majestic vigor.
An Alternate Reality Story
Goth Chick's Afternoon at the Mall 5
by Matt L. and the Observer
(based on the CWWF original)
(Click here for prior chapters)
by Matt L. and the Observer
(based on the CWWF original)
(Click here for prior chapters)
FIFTH CHAPTER: THE ULTIMATE CHOICE
Libby wandered away from the food court, elated with the progress she had made in advancing Gretchen up the social ladder while bringing Wanda and Brittany down to earth.
A vibrant young lady captured Libby’s attention, her exterior a façade for a far different person buried inside, a circumstance grasped well by one with the typical training of a Goth; thus Libby followed her. Perhaps her’s was a life course in need of correction as well?
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Priscilla McGregor was a classy dish. There was but no other term to describe this polished member of the feminine gender. Her wavy dark red hair, set in a pageboy hairstyle contoured to the shape of her delicate face. Her attire, a sleeveless white blouse made of silk and pricy gray slacks, favored her slender body. Priscilla’s skin owned a smooth bronze hue, manufactured from an expensive tanning spa and an engagement ring was attached to her finger.
She seemed a little lost while window shopping. Buying just the right gown for the event was a little strenuous; her beau always expected the best. Naturally he wouldn’t have popped the question if he didn’t consider Priscilla the best possible choice for his wife. But that’s to be seen, for as Libby would shortly notice the story begins with a coincidence of perfect timing.
The boutique’s glass held the reflection of a young man walking toward Priscilla, she turned and upon recognition, smiled, “Brandon?”
Brandon greeted her with shelved enthusiasm, “Yes Priscilla, it’s me.”
Brandon Farmer was not just a former boyfriend Libby discerned, but so much more. Between the ages of 12 and 17, Brandon was Priscilla’s shoulder to lean on, the ear to her heart, her buddy whenever she wanted to go to the movies or play cards.
Brandon was her best friend, buddy, constant companion. A moderately good looking young man, a little taller than Priscilla with brown hair and compassionate blue eyes.
“You look really good, I surmise you finished college?”, Brandon asked.
Brandon was one whose vocabulary equaled most poets. Priscilla’s eyes shined brightly, “Thank you and yes, I finally earned my degree in business. I’m working over at Pointer-Baum.”
“Really?”, Brandon’s eyes were intertwining with hers. Priscilla held her hand firmly to her hip. There was a deep bond here, but she was trying her best not to display it.
“Yeah, it’s a real estate and finance company, I’m the office manager for the downtown branch.”
Brandon nodded, “I’m so happy for you. You’re doing so well.”
Priscilla didn’t seem too different, the exception being her red hair was a darker hue as was her skin and minus the freckles. She’d lost a little weight as well, perhaps 25-pounds? Not too different? Priscilla rotated her head, her beautiful mane slightly shaking, “What about you? What have you been up too?”
Brandon sighed, “Nothing earth shattering. I’m still working at the high school, the senior prom is coming up, that’s always a lot of work.”
Libby noted that Brandon was a janitor, nothing extremely special about that. Though in truth, he worked hard, kept track of his better friends and always had time to help out his elderly neighbors. There was a dash of mischievousness in Priscilla’s tone, “Still playing cards on Saturday nights and watching the Bears every Sunday?”
“You know it,” Brandon chuckled, “I guess I haven’t changed that much.”
“I can set my time by you”, Priscilla laughed, “You’re that predicable.”
Brandon placed his hands over his hips, still entranced by the light in her vibrant eyes, “Nah, you just know me that well. Any way, what are you doing at the mall?”
“To be honest”, Priscilla chirped, “I’m actually here to buy a bathing suit but thought I’d do a little window shopping for my wedding dress.”
Brandon kept a tight upper lip, though Libby could tell his insides were being crushed, “You’re getting married? Congratulations”
Brandon might have been her best friend but in truth, he had always though of Priscilla in the amorous sense. Ever since she was the silly little chubbette who’d swap comics with him or listen in awe to his ghost stories. A pity he never told her, especially since most guys at the time didn’t recognize the gentle beauty that she possessed. He would had no rivals. Though now how could he compete with someone who was probably a professional businessman?
“Thank you”, Priscilla smiled, “I met Peter right before graduating school.”
Brandon cleared his throat, “What does Peter do, when’s the wedding?”
Priscilla rattled off, “Peter is a computer software specialist and works for the Hampton corporation, we’re getting married this November. He’s quite the catch, I owe everything to Peter.”
Brandon curiously squinted, “I don’t follow you? You owe everything to Peter?”
Oddly Priscilla hesitated before she replied, her voice quieting into a soft timbre, “Well yeah. I was piling back on the weight before I met him, remember how chubby I was?”
Brandon confirmed Priscilla’s comment, “Sure, you were a little plump but lost weight the summer before senior year.”
Priscilla shook her head, the tip of her mane touching her shoulders, “Well, I slid off my diet just before I met Peter.”
“And he convinced you to lose weight?”, Brandon asked.
“Kind of, sort of”, Priscilla dutifully replied, adding, “Let me tell you the whole story.”
~ The story was simply that Priscilla had befriended a young man who introduced her to Peter. Peter was genuinely impressed by the fetching maiden and asked her out. Though over time, Priscilla became aware that he favored slender females and this motivated her to lose weight to progress their relationship.
Priscilla didn’t overtly admit it to Brandon, but Libby’s insight told the truth. Libby knew that Peter desired a trophy chick. Thus she had laser treatments to remove her freckles and she darkened the orange hue of her hair to a dark shade of red and finally rid herself of her milky white complexion by joining a tanning spa. The weight loss was just another touch to creating an image. But it was all show, wuth no real love. Not like she’d known. This union, if made, would flounder.
“You looked fine to me, just gorgeous”, Brandon confidently remarked.
Priscilla twisted at her waist, “I looked fine for when I worked at Dairy Queen, but in the company I keep now, my appearance demands more.”
Brandon nonchalantly chuckled, “I thought you looked cute! Really.”
Inside Priscilla smiled. But outwardly, knowing herself to now be engrossed in the materialistic world, she had an entirely different answer, “That’s why nobody asked me out until senior year, because I was cute? I was a fatty and you know it. The only male companionship I had was you and we were friends.”
Due to loneliness, never aware of Brandon’s secret love for her, she had dropped the weight and was eventually noticed by her male classmates. As her popularity took off, her friendship with Brandon had slowly evaporated. She lowered her masque a tad and recalled wistfully, “We used to have so much fun together, remember?”
Brandon’s smile returned as they reminisced. A fetching expression of happiness encompassed Priscilla’s alluring face as she continued, “Those long bike rides we’d take and playing rummy until five in the morning.”
“I did try to teach you how to play poker!”, Brandon laughed.
Priscilla rolled her eyes and softly chuckled “I remember. I used to love to hear your stories, how‘d we wrap ourselves up in a big ol blanket and you‘d try to scare me with those ghost stories.”
“You could never get enough of my mom’s cookies”, Brandon fondly stated.
Priscilla warmly smiled, “It was terrible turning them down when I started my diet.”
Brandon delightfully added, “My mom really thought the world of you. Matter of fact, I just let her off at the shoe store, she’d never forgive me if I didn’t bring you over so she could say hello.”
Priscilla bit her lip, “That would be nice, really it would, but_.”
Brandon invited Priscilla to continue, “Yes, what?”
Priscilla rolled her eyes, her cheeks rippling with a redden hue, “You’ll think I’m being silly, but seeing her would just open the flood gates to about a million memories I need to forget.”
Brandon half-smiled while rubbing the back of his head, “You’re not making much sense?”
Priscilla loudly exhaled, “I think your mom was the only one that knew I was over the top smitten with you.”
Brandon’s face became harden in seriousness, “You had a crush on me?”
Priscilla nodded while admitting, “Oh man, this is awkward.”
Priscilla paused before confessing, “Yes I did. But I realized back then it wasn’t meant to be. I was just your friend, a buddy, one of the guys.”
Brandon wore his heart on his sleeve as Libby at a distance observed, her esars drinking in every word. “Why didn’t you say something?”
Priscilla looked upward, emphasizing her thoughts at the time, “I was much too chubby to be considered girlfriend material. Don’t get me wrong, I loved our friendship and appreciated all the kindness and happiness you brought me. But even after I lost the weight, you still regarded me as a friend.”
Brandon jumbled his words, “That’s not true, after you lost weight, you become friends with Dina and she introduced you to, well, you kind of went off on your own, I really liked you, always liked you, more than a friend.”
Priscilla blinked, “Huh? Even when I was fat?”
Brandon nodded, “You looked absolutely breathtaking while chubby, simply beautiful. Any way, that didn’t matter, your looks didn’t mean a thing to me, even if you weighed 300-pounds, I wasn’t attracted to the wrapping paper but the gift inside. I never met another girl as cute, as funny, as intelligent as you. That’s probably why I’m still single. You’re the woman I measure all other females by, nobody is like you.”
“You thought I was attractive even while chubby?”, Priscilla ardently asked. It was blowing her mind that when being her true self she could be deemed loveable. Peter, she knew, would not feel so.
Brandon firmly gripped her shoulders, “Yes, I did.”
“If I had know that, I would have never dieted. It was quite challenging to say the least”, Priscilla honestly divulged.
Brandon laughed, “I know, you had a cute appetite.”
Priscilla joined in with the laughter, “You mean a big appetite.”
An unexpected moment of silence occurred, interrupted by the disturbing look of dread crinkling Priscilla’s face, “That’s why it would be awkward to see your mom, or to see you ever again.”
Brandon’s hand slowly drifted across her upper arm, “I feel like my heart was just stepped on.”
Priscilla bleakly elaborated, “We have to forget we ever met today and remember our friendship, no matter how remarkable it was, as a thing of the past. We have different lives now, I’m a totally different person, committed to and in love with a wonderful man who thinks I’m perfect.”
Libby listened to the words and read her heart, asking silently “Are you just trying to convince him, or are you trying to persuade yourself as well?
Brandon nodded but couldn’t hold back his opinion, “Priscilla, I wouldn’t hurt you for the world, but would this Peter character be interested in you if you weren’t perfect? If you were still the cute, chubby girl who once told me that working at Dairy Queen was the best job ever?”
She didn’t answer.
Priscilla and Brandon were seemingly lost in a vacuum, though in a crowded mall, they were alone.
Her heart played the same song, “What we had is now gone, forever. If things were different, if I hadn’t changed, who knows what might have happened between us? In your heart I’m still the fat girl_.”
A single tear slowly fell over her cheek, ”_But those memories, as sweet as they may be, have to stay in your memory. I’m not the same person, I have a new agenda and you cannot be a part of it. True, Peter has his standards and to keep him happy, I have to abide to his best interest.”
Brandon’s voice cracked, “I’ll never be able to forget about you, even meeting you today. I’ll never stop loving you.”
Priscilla took a step back, “Stop talking like that. If I hadn’t been a fatty growing up, had I always been slender and floated in the popular circle, I seriously doubt we would have become friends. It’s not like you dated much, I never saw you out with the babes.”
Brandon responded with bravo, “Don’t you know why I didn’t date in high school? Isn’t it obvious why you were the only girl I spent time with?”
Priscilla folded her arms over breasts, “You’re missing the point. This is the real me, not the girl you knew back then. Brandon please, if you cherish our friendship, let’s keep it in the past because that’s where it belongs.”
Brandon realized he had no choice, “If that’s what you desire, so be it. It was nice seeing you today. Good luck and I wish you all the happiness in the world, Peter is a lucky man.”
Privy to Brandon’s sadness, Priscilla stepped within his space, “We had a beautiful friendship and well, I hope you’ll discover all the happiness you deserve. You’re the best Brandon, you really are. I know you’ll make some nice girl very happy.”
Priscilla interjected a little humor to soften the sting, “Just lower your standards a little, okay? I know some day you’ll find true love and forget all about me.”
Brandon looked directly into her eyes, “If this is truly goodbye, I’d like to send you off with a kiss.”
“That’s a bold move”, she giggled, “If you were bolder five years ago, who knows what might have happened?”
A moments glance before a merging of lips……….
At that moment Libby closed her eyes as well.
.......the fusion of their lips was vaguely a real kiss, but for every action there is a reaction and impulsively their lips met again. Neither could ignore the amorous connection, too profound to be dismissed, it was natural and alive.
Priscilla converged her body into his, lifting her knee into his thigh, arching back her willowy neck, her fingernails digging deep into Brandon’s shoulder. After momentarily pausing to catch her breath she sighed and the kissing ensued with majestic vigor.
