Thread: A New Life (Lost Lamb & rpfiend_123)

The cheerful remarks certainly werent what she had been expecting. Back home all it took were a few complaints and deflecting comments to get her mother off track while her step-father never bothered to try applying any sort of discipline or follow-through. Being sent here was genuinely the first form of discipline shed ever been exposed to, which came across as incredibly haphazard and unfair in Sophies eyes. If she ever had to rate her familys communication skills on a scale from one to ten, three would be high-balling it. Once he took the initiative and began pulling things from the rack, the teenager gawked in disbelief. Dread filled her as he haphazardly grabbed colors that were out of season and even a denim jacket that hadnt been fashionable for years. Wide-eyed she stumbled aside, observing as he thoughtlessly grabbed ahold of some jeans before securing his grip at her own arm and guiding her towards the fitting rooms. Oh my god, wait! Red doesnt go with my undertones! And you cant wear faded jeans with an un-faded jacket! Despite the protesting she was old enough to fear the embarrassment of arguing in a public store, regardless of how empty it was. Once he designated a stall for her to use and shot her a look that said this wasnt a battle to be lost, a groan of disdain was offered. Her eyes rolled while turning away and approaching the stall before grabbing ahold of the curtain with her manicured fingers and tugging it across the entrance to conceal her. Though the word conceal might have been a stretch. The edges of the quilt curled slightly to create a small gap less than an inch at each side of the changing room. She either didnt notice or didnt care due to the lack of other customers. A few moments passed before she kicked her sandals off, set her purse down, and the sound of material shifting about finally began. Her shirt was a simple process to remove while her shorts presented a bit of a challenge. Even unbuttoned and with the zipper lowered they clung to her curves just the same. After gently hooking her thumbs at either side and applying gentle force, she wiggled her hips and the designer denim began to yield. Her panties matched the bra lacey with leopard print and straining against the curve of her ass as she bent down to slide the shorts down to her ankles. Her frame was lithe yet had clearly developed into that of a young womans. Her curves were dangerous, an easy attraction for any weak-willed teenager. No wonder shed been sent to her Uncles care. Sophie just sighed and started shoving her legs into some jeans. There was an immediate disagreement with these jeans. The waist was too high for her liking and just as predicted, the terrible flair of the legs to make room for a pair of boots took away from her illusion of height. She slipped on one of the tank tops and a flannel before sliding on the boots. It all fit properly, but she would always prefer something tighter than proper. Finished, she emerged from the small room in her new ridiculous outfit. It all fits and this is the tightest shirt, do I have to try everything on? She acted like seeing herself in proper clothing was somehow detrimental to her mental health.