Cinderella was 38DD posted 9/24/2008 2:00:19 PM | 12 kudos what's this?     report abuse tagged: true story, friendship

silksox

When I was younger I had a gal-pal named Lindalou & we were fairly inseparable. Being a Eddie Bauer type of female myself, I admired her.She was a tall etheral blonde; willow thin & model beautiful with perfect teeth. Men wanted to be with her & protect her. Whereas they justed wanted me as a buddy whom they tolerated to be near to Lindalou.One day at lunch, she sat across the table from me & blurted out the bold statement that she LONGED to be CURVY to the max& brunette.She wanted a BIG BUTT, HUGE BOOBS & shoulder length dark hair. She didn't want to be model skinny & flat & blonde any longer! Well.. she was my Best Bud & I wanted to help her have that experience even if it was only for an evening. We proceeded to shop! I bought tourniquet type support hose & sewed circles of fabric in them in the back to create a Bubble Butt anyone could be proud of.I did the same thing with a D-Cup bra..padding it to the max. We bought false eyelashes, 1" fingernails & Raven Red high-gloss polish to vamp it up.Lastly, we found a realistic dark brown wig, spike heels & a tight red dress made of jersey to fit the new curves. As we prepared for the evening out,Lindalou transformed into a stranger before my eyes. Laughing so hard we were crying. It took 2 of us pulling on the support hose to get them up.Voila'=a HUGE set of deliciously colossal Buttocks! We had to stuff additional padding into the bra cause it was a bit too large for her rib cage.YAY Dolly Parton!! On with the red fingernails,on with the eyelashes-n-make up & on with that wig. Finally,we poured Lindalou into that Blood Red Dress..a tight wide rhinestone belt at the waist,Red Spikes & LOLA emerged. WOW!

On our way to the Officers Club on Ft Bragg..we stopped at a local convenient mart where Lola & i were well known and NO ONE even remotely recognized HER..YES!! As we closed the 25-mile distance to the club...Lola mentioned that the wig itched a bit. As we happily listened to the music in the car, she kept shifting her weight from one huge buttcheek to the other..alluding to the fact that the stockings were terribly tight. When we pulled into the Club parking lot, she remarked that her eyes were burning a little from the eyelashes. She lost her first fingernail exiting the car.

WHAT AN ENTRANCE Lola made! Slinking down the wide staircase into a throng of 200 ooogling worshiping soldiers.JUST at the appropriate moment, Lola's gorgeous red lips parted across those pearly whites.In her best & breathless southern drawl, "I just LOVVVVVE a man in camo" Then they all exhaled.The goddess, measuring 39+-25-39, had spoken and she had all those beautiful white teeth TOO. Could it be possible? I tried as hard as I could to suppress the overwheming urge to burst into laughter...I had to finally look away. Drinks and drooling attention thrived at our table. A few times I felt like a referree or a slave trader. And as the whole room & I watched Lola swayed in a fast dance, I noticed one Buttock was seriously LOWER than the other. I made my way to the dance floor acting all foolish to draw attention away as I explained to Lola that she needed to PULL her left A-- up. She was scratching her wig as I spoke. As the night drew on..she turned down at least 50 heartbroken men to slow dance because of her UM appendages. She visited the bathroom more times than I could count to readjust her Butt and Boobs...loosing 2 more fingernails in the process. Soon the top edge of her GROWING stockings ended up just below her bra. The soldiers lined up outside the Ladies restroom..just to see her come and go. I told her several times to stop clawing at her wig... the hair was getting bunched up on one side.

The more Lola drank, the lower cut her dress seem to be. Her wig looked a bit sideways & padding from the bra was slightly protruding. I leaned over & told her to pull her dress together in the cleavage area. As i did, I noticed her right eyelash was about 1/2 off. THEN to my surprise..she accepted a slow dance from Gentle Ben.. one of the Commanding Generals of the base...OH NO! I sighed relief when he did not hold her close. They actually waltzed around the floor like Fred Astaire & Ginger Rogers...as her butt dipped & headed towards the back of her knees. With her panty hose in a serious slump...how could she even spread her legs that far...to waltz? OMG...Please Lola...don't fall down. When the General returned the Goddess to the table, he politely thanked her. I transfered my gaze from him to her in horror. The waltz had caused much of the added padding in her bra to COME UP periscope. It was FLOPPING about. Her wig was now definitely crooked & longer on one side. 1 eyelash was gone, along with 2 more fingernails. I whispered to her as nonchalantly as I could...NO MORE WALTZING. She answered loudly..MY PANTYHOSE are REALLY sliding down & I BROKE a bra strap. The clock was stroking midnight. It was time to depart.

Piling Lola into my car with 30 attentive soldiers escorting us out, i wondered if the liquor had blinded them to Lola's UM obvious addendums.Despite the tight interior of a Corvette,the VERY minute we exited the parking lot,Cinderalla ripped off that itching wig,TORE the stockings in 2 for removal..buttocks-n-all &ditched the bra to ride home as plain ole Lindalou.She was asleep in 3 minutes once all that discomfort gone. But before her slumber...she looked over at me & smiled large."Yanno...I like me as me. Lola is too high maintenance."

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