Oh my god. It’s almost like she knows I’m giving in to these guys.
“Your tits.”
“What about them?” I frown and cup them through my shirt, pushing them up slightly.
“They are huge. Fuck, Kara, don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.”
“Well, yeah, I guess…”
Holly-Anne stands up and walks over to me. “Your tits are way bigger than they used to be!”
“Come on,” she grips my hand and centers me before the mirror. “Check those puppies out!”
I laugh and gaze at myself in the mirror with more self-affection than I’d ever had before in my life.
“This is the way I always wanted to look,” I admit softly and out loud. “I never thought it would be possible though…like a dream, you know?”
I glance over at Holly-Anne. “You look like a dream,” she says. “A wet one. You should be the poster girl for great sex, too.”
I glance back at my reflection and hardly recognize the woman staring back at me. But for the first time ever, I’m actually proud of who I am now. I lift up my t-shirt to expose the tiny rolling hills on my stomach.
I mean, look: I have abs for crying out loud!
“Check her out,” Holly-Anne whistles.
“I’ve always been jealous of girls in bikinis who have thigh gaps. Can you imagine? Something so silly as a thigh gap…but now I have one, too!” I smile as I turn myself around in the mirror, observing the transition in reality.
“No wonder those two guys want a piece of that ass,” Holly-Anne quips, and I give her a taunting smirk.
She’s right, though. I have the total package. Tits, bubble ass, abs, skinny waist, and a thigh gap. Me!
But the best part is…Chase and Eric wanted me before all this, too. I feel like what I have with these guys goes beyond looks. Hell, they might have even hit this when I was at my heaviest.
“Your hair is ridiculously long, too,” Holly-Anne says and flips my locks in her hands.
“Do you think I should cut it?” I ask, knowing I’ll get an honest opinion out of Holly-Anne.
“Nah,” she shakes her head. “It looks nice on you. It helps accentuate your features.”
“Look at you talking all professional,” I tease her for her choice of words, but as I glance in the mirror, I realize my hair’s down to my waist already.
“I’ll cut it if it gets any longer,” I profess.
“If you try, I’ll tie you to your bed,” Holly-Anne threatens. “Then I’ll invite your dudes over to fuck some sense into you. It’s gorgeous, Kara.”
“Even my eyes look brighter blue,” I admit as a humbling afterthought, more to myself than to Holly-Anne.
Chase and Eric have really paved the way for me. I owe everything to them.
“I have to really work hard to keep the weight off this time.” I say it like I mean it.
“Oh, stop beating yourself up.” Holly-Anne rolls her eyes.
“Isn’t that the female nature, though?”
Holly-Anne shrugs. “We’re our worst critics. Inside and out. You are going to be a rock star tomorrow at the pageant, though. You’re gonna blow the rest of those bimbos away.”
“I can’t wait,” I admit. In all honesty, I’m so excited that it’s all I can really think about.