getting her body closer to where she wanted it.
Her weight loss wouldn't last. It couldn't, it was too much and there was no reason for it. As soon as she was over whatever bug was biting her she was sure she'd put the weight back on. It had to be water weight, nobody lost that kind of weight without serious health issues. She felt fine. Tired maybe, but fine other than that.
"Beth?"
"My clothes," Beth blurted, lacking a better explanation. "I'm getting where I want to be but my clothes are all fat girl clothes."
"You weren't fat," Carla reprimanded. "You were healthy and a lot of guys like a girl with some meat on their bones. That way they know they won't break you."
Beth snorted.
"Tell you what, let's look at my underwear."
"No!" Beth gasped.
"Not what I'm wearing. In my drawer."
"That's not much better," Beth said.
"They're clean!" Carla insisted. "You know damn well I wash my shit."
Beth frowned but her hesitation proved to Carla that she was wavering.
"Come on," Carla dragged her across the room to her small dresser. She opened it up the top drawer and started pushing things around. She bumped something black that was solid and made it thud against the side of the drawer.
"Oh my god!" Beth hissed. "You've got a vibrator!"
Carla looked at her. "You mean you don't?"
"What? I— no!"
Carla shrugged. "Your loss. And don't think you can use mine. That's crossing the line."
"Eww!"
The Latina smiled. She grabbed something skimpy. She pressed it into Beth's hand and said, "Good. Now try these on."
"I am not—" Beth fell silent when she saw the shimmering black underwear in her hand. The front panel shimmered in the light almost like snakeskin. "I've never worn a thong."
Carla grinned. "Try it. Personally, I don't like this style."
"You wear thongs all the time!" Beth protested.
Carla's mouth dropped. "Oh do I? So you do check me out."
"No! I mean, you don't own anything that doesn't show your butt crack. Kind of hard not to notice your underwear sticking out." Beth sputtered and then saw the twinkle in Carla's eye.
"Chill, girl, I'm messing. You're right, but I don't like the wide thong, it feels weird having that much back there."
Beth blinked a few times and stared at it. "I don't get it."
Carla turned and pulled out another pair, this one white and with a lace front panel that left nothing to the imagination. She held up the back string to show it off. "See this? Hardly anything there. Feels much better than having that wide strip of cloth jammed up your crack."
"Oh my god," Beth mumbled. She shook her head, unable to imagine what either felt like.
"Besides, sometimes the thong string rubs in the right places and helps get me more in the mood."
The room felt hot and Beth wasn't sure if she was going to lose her balance or not. "Rubs? What do you mean?"
"You know, back there."
"Your butt crack?"
"Yes. Well, and, you know. Back there ."
Beth sucked in a breath of air. "Oh my god!"
Carla's grin widened. "You want to try these instead?"
Beth's neck popped she shook her head so fast. Her roommate laughed and put them back in her dresser drawer. "Try them on."
"Right now?"
Carla sighed and turned around. "There, now do it."
Beth dropped her eyes to the racy underwear in her hand and nodded. She was going to try it. After the weight came back on there was no telling when she'd fit into something like this again! She scrambled to drop her loose fitting jeans and then, after a split second if indecision, pushed her full bottom underwear to the floor. She stepped out of them and into the new ones.
"This feels weird," she said a moment later. The fabric was stiff because of the material and a little rough against her skin. In the back the pressure and presence of the strap pressed against her. It did feel odd, but it excited her too. It reminded her that she was doing something she'd never done before.
"Looks good to me," Carla said. "Except, um, you can't wear something like that without
Her weight loss wouldn't last. It couldn't, it was too much and there was no reason for it. As soon as she was over whatever bug was biting her she was sure she'd put the weight back on. It had to be water weight, nobody lost that kind of weight without serious health issues. She felt fine. Tired maybe, but fine other than that.
"Beth?"
"My clothes," Beth blurted, lacking a better explanation. "I'm getting where I want to be but my clothes are all fat girl clothes."
"You weren't fat," Carla reprimanded. "You were healthy and a lot of guys like a girl with some meat on their bones. That way they know they won't break you."
Beth snorted.
"Tell you what, let's look at my underwear."
"No!" Beth gasped.
"Not what I'm wearing. In my drawer."
"That's not much better," Beth said.
"They're clean!" Carla insisted. "You know damn well I wash my shit."
Beth frowned but her hesitation proved to Carla that she was wavering.
"Come on," Carla dragged her across the room to her small dresser. She opened it up the top drawer and started pushing things around. She bumped something black that was solid and made it thud against the side of the drawer.
"Oh my god!" Beth hissed. "You've got a vibrator!"
Carla looked at her. "You mean you don't?"
"What? I— no!"
Carla shrugged. "Your loss. And don't think you can use mine. That's crossing the line."
"Eww!"
The Latina smiled. She grabbed something skimpy. She pressed it into Beth's hand and said, "Good. Now try these on."
"I am not—" Beth fell silent when she saw the shimmering black underwear in her hand. The front panel shimmered in the light almost like snakeskin. "I've never worn a thong."
Carla grinned. "Try it. Personally, I don't like this style."
"You wear thongs all the time!" Beth protested.
Carla's mouth dropped. "Oh do I? So you do check me out."
"No! I mean, you don't own anything that doesn't show your butt crack. Kind of hard not to notice your underwear sticking out." Beth sputtered and then saw the twinkle in Carla's eye.
"Chill, girl, I'm messing. You're right, but I don't like the wide thong, it feels weird having that much back there."
Beth blinked a few times and stared at it. "I don't get it."
Carla turned and pulled out another pair, this one white and with a lace front panel that left nothing to the imagination. She held up the back string to show it off. "See this? Hardly anything there. Feels much better than having that wide strip of cloth jammed up your crack."
"Oh my god," Beth mumbled. She shook her head, unable to imagine what either felt like.
"Besides, sometimes the thong string rubs in the right places and helps get me more in the mood."
The room felt hot and Beth wasn't sure if she was going to lose her balance or not. "Rubs? What do you mean?"
"You know, back there."
"Your butt crack?"
"Yes. Well, and, you know. Back there ."
Beth sucked in a breath of air. "Oh my god!"
Carla's grin widened. "You want to try these instead?"
Beth's neck popped she shook her head so fast. Her roommate laughed and put them back in her dresser drawer. "Try them on."
"Right now?"
Carla sighed and turned around. "There, now do it."
Beth dropped her eyes to the racy underwear in her hand and nodded. She was going to try it. After the weight came back on there was no telling when she'd fit into something like this again! She scrambled to drop her loose fitting jeans and then, after a split second if indecision, pushed her full bottom underwear to the floor. She stepped out of them and into the new ones.
"This feels weird," she said a moment later. The fabric was stiff because of the material and a little rough against her skin. In the back the pressure and presence of the strap pressed against her. It did feel odd, but it excited her too. It reminded her that she was doing something she'd never done before.
"Looks good to me," Carla said. "Except, um, you can't wear something like that without
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