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 Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 3:54 pm
Cee handled the disrobing just fine. In fact she stood, held her chin and paced around Lydia in a circle as layer by layer were peeled away. "Ok first of all... what the ********.. why do you have like 17 shirts on?" Her healthy exaggeration was used to a point. "Second of all.." She came up behind Lydia, pushed her to the mirror, and reached around to grab her chest. "This is all that matters. You got em. Dudes like slim girls.. dudes like small boobs.. lookit them models errywhere. They ain't look nothing like me." Cee straightened Lydia's camisole then, smoothed the wrinkles, then took the plaid shirt slid it on the woman and tied the loose ends in the front. She backed up, appraised, and advanced again. Lydia's hair band was pulled out until the unruly hair fell free. She stuck her hands in it to work it out, give it some body, and even move her part a bit to give her some faux bangs, just a side sweep of hair across her forehead. "s**t girl you can wear the glasses too." She handed them over. "See? We ditched 2 shirts and implied you gotta bust. VOILA."
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 11:12 pm
Lydia opened her mouth as if to correct Cee on the amount of shirts that had been wearing and promptly closed it. An over exaggeration was likely meant to be taken as a joke, so instead she smiled, and laughed into her hand, letting out a loud snort that abruptly cut off when she found she was suddenly being shoved from behind towards a mirror, and hands were soon afterwards grabbing at her chest. Her face began to turn bright red. "B-bu-but...Oh my..." She hadn't been expecting this to happen, and her body had gone rigid, afraid to move. Clearing her throat, her face still bright red, she made another attempt at speaking, this time without all of the stuttering. "But, I thought evidence to the contrary suggested that men preferred women with a..." Another clearing of her throat. "More ample bosom." Lydia was, at best, an A. When Cee finished however, Lydia's mouth opened into an "o" of surprise. "Oh but you are beautiful, Cee. I've always believed models to be an unrealistic representation of the female body." So really, now that she thought about it, being compared to one didn't really feel like much of a compliment..... Still, she let Cee go about her work, which was apparently magical as within moments, the woman she was squinting at in the mirror was one she barely recognized. Putting on her glasses helped, but only just barely. "Oh..Oh wow yes I...I think I see." Her own hands came up to grip at her chest, which now appeared somehow amplified by the way her shirt had been tied on. Yes. Magical.
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 10:18 am
"Listen.. dudes love skinny girls." Cee snapped a photo of Lydia and then started over. She stripped the flannel, left the tanktop, and grabbed the big sweater. With an aggressive pull she stretched out the collar, no questions or qualms, and then pullied it back over Lydia's head. The collar was now stretched enough that Cee was able to make it an off the shoulder top, big and cute, and slipping just down one bare shoulder. "See?" She then went in on the hair, grabbing one of her own spare bandanas, putting Lydia's hair into a very messy bun, then binding it all up in a bandana. "Lookin all cute and I ain't even done yer makeup. it's all about sellin it, boobs or butts or none at all. Errybody got a type. I mean yea I'm hot as s**t and curvy.. .but some dudes ain't appreciate a fat a**. Some don't know what ta do wit'it."
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Posted: Mon Oct 13, 2014 8:41 pm
Lydia found herself caught up in the whirlwind that was Cee, her top most shirt stripped away and before she knew it another one pulled on, flattening her hair a down, which bounced back up the moment the curls were no longer compressed to her face and skull. She did not notice that Cee had stretched out her shirt, and nor would she have minded much. She did realize, once it was pulled on, that it no longer fit around her neck and shoulders quite the way it used to, and she could quickly see why in the mirror. "Oh..Oh yes, I do see." She nodded rather enthusiastically, but a yank on her hair had her quickly stopping as it was twisted up into a bun. A rather less enthusiastic and slightly shy smile was given to herself in the mirror. "Cute." She repeated the word, testing it, trying to decide if she agreed or not with what she looked at as she reached up to straighten out her glasses. "Cute." She said again, head cocking to the side as she inspected herself. Pale face, a few barely visible freckles (she'd been doing a great job with the sunscreen since arriving), overly large eyes, a small chin, high cheekbones...no matter how hard she tried she couldn't see what Cee was seeing, but she let her grin widen anyways. "What are they supposed to do with it?" She asked, turning around, a note of excitement in her voice at the possibility of learning more...even if it was about something that she did not possess.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 8:03 am
Cee laughed. "C'mon girl.." Unlike Noemie, Lydia didn't seem young. She simply seemed inept. "I mean they ain't know how ta please a girl like me." Her eye brows raised. Cee then went to her makeup bag and pulled out two tubes. One had a pale shimmery eyeshadow wand and one was a clear sweet lips gloss. "You kin keep these." She swabbed the shadow on her eyes, giving no color besides a feminine shimmer, then swapped the gloss on her lips. "See?" She looked like a girl.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 1:17 pm
Okay, so Lydia had a hunch that she knew what Cee meant, but being a woman that spent the majority of her adult life searching the wilderness for creatures that many thought were make believe, with no time for boyfriends (the very thought that she could snag herself one was laughable anyways) or even a wild fling, she had absolutely 0 experience with any related concept. Plus, up until now, she had appeared an uncivilized thing, with scraped up knees, a mismatched array of clothing, and hair that she refused to even attempt to tame even on a good day. But the woman that looked back at her in the mirror now, with shimmer and gloss, with clothing that accentuated what she didn't even realize she had, with hair that was smoothed down and half hidden by a bandana....This woman she didn't even recognize. Save for the goofy grin that was suddenly on her face. "Oh my goodness, yes I see, thank you! But..." She turned away from the mirror, to frown, to bite on her li---NO DON'T BITE ON THE LIP IT'S GOT GLOSS!- to refrain from biting on her lip and ask another question. "But what do I say? How else can I act that isn't so....well, you know." She giggled, and snorted, and giggled some more.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 3:34 pm
"Girl you can't change yerself." Cee planted her hands on her own hips and stared Lydia down. "Else you gonna be bumbling through being someone else. SO you gotta work on bumblin through bein yerself first." Cee sauntered over to her bed, plopped down, and lit a joint. After a puff (and leaving a nice silence for Lydia to ponder) she offered it out. "If you wanna learn how'ta kiss or ********.." Cee smirked, "I can tell ya, show ya that s**t. Personality s**t.." She waved her hand. "That's on you girl. Be yerself, don't stutter, and never hold back. I mean, you wanna ask a weird question... ******** ask it! Who cares what's the worst that could happen? You got a dude who don't like what you gotta say? ******** em. Yer whole attitude? Needs to be.." She continued to offer the joint. "********. EM."
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2014 7:30 pm
Lydia let out a sigh that would have blew bangs out of her face had they not been for the bandana that was holding everything in place. Her arms crossed over her chest, though not in any kind of authoritive way more out of a keen sense of nervousness as she chewed on the inside of her lip. "I understand but...if I don't change myself than I'm not going to be very seductive, am I?" She pointed out, taking the few steps required to diminish the distance between herself and the bed before turning and sitting on it's edge, giving the joint a side long glance before reaching for it and bringing it to her lips for a quick inhale that she held in her lungs for a few long seconds before coughing it out. It wasn't the first time she'd tried it, and she was never very good at saying no when something was offered to her. "Oh no. No ******** required I mean...Well, I suppose you could tell me about it, if you think it will help, but no demonstration is required." Though she was, admittedly, a little curious. "But I." She hiccuped. "Excuse me. I see what you mean." And while she was sure there were many on the island that were not capable of handling her personality, she had met a few already who seemed more than willing, and who were even prepared to call her friend. More lip chewing ensued, likely ruining the gloss that Cee had applied. "What do you think of...of Arorangi?" She asked, having not really considered him much for this little test when she had arrived, but finding herself thinking of him more and more as things progressed.
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2014 6:35 am
Oh yes. This s**t was what she lived for. Not the advice, or primping and preening other people. Not flaunting her superiority in such a way that people came to her for advice. She was in it for the gossip. "Aro?" Cee's lips curled pleasantly. "Ain't he a ******** dreamy mass'a man?" Her brows wiggled. "S'at who yer after? s**t girl go fer it. He's sweet as can be. Too sweet fer me. I'd ruin him."
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2014 11:39 am
Well yes, she would have to admit that Arorangi was definitely a dreamy mass of man. She was well aware of that fact and had been since she met him. But Lydia found pretty much every manner of man and woman attractive in their own ways, some more so than others, depending on different things. Arorangi, however, had never been considered as more than a friend, and occasionally eye-candy, but mostly a friend. He was kind and gentle and very accepting. She was almost positive there was very little she could do to make him angry at her, as he had even said as much himself. "He is very sweet." She admitted with a wide smile. "And very handsome. I am not sure that he could ever be interested in me in a romantic capacity, but he does accept me for how I am, as you say a man should. Maybe that means I should...try?" Would that be a bad thing? Would it ruin their friendship if she failed? She didn't want to lose him as a friend.... "Or maybe that's a horrible idea." She laughed and gave her head a shake, her gaze moving to rest on hands that she had linked together on her lap.
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