Ali stepped out into view wearing a dark green plaid bikini. “What do you think?” She said with a modest smile. Honestly, I thought it was a home run. The dark green color looked perfect with her vibrant red hair and her alabaster skin. Hell, it was even the perfect shade of green to match her eyes. “Sooooo? How does it look?” Ali asked.
“Ali, I think it’s perfect.” I said giving her a thumbs up.
“Yeah, you’ve really got a stereotypical Irish lass look going for you.” Sam chimed in trying to be funny.
“Are you sure?” Ali asked me. “I can do a spin for ya?” The way that Ali said “ya” caught my attention. It was like there was a little inflection at the end. “What the heck was that? I wondered as I continued to study Ali. “O... Yeah, go ahead and give us a spin.” I said as Ali began to slowly spin.
As I watched Ali slowly spin around, I couldn’t help but think something was up. As Ali hit the 90-degree mark, I could see that her body hadn’t changed. She was still the same Ali that had entered the store. Weird... Wait! Is that a freckle? I could swear I saw a freckle on her cheek. “But Ali doesn’t have freckles...” Then it hit me. Sam’s Irish comment was infusing Ali with some stereotypical Irish traits.
As Ali turned facing away from Sam and I, I watched Ali’s vibrant red hair began to take on a new texture. Her once straight hair had become thicker, fuller, and wavier. I watched on as the waves developed into loose curls, and her hair looked even more voluminous. The changes to Ali’s hair seemed to slow down as Ali hit the 270-degree mark in her spin and I was able to see her now freckled face again. As Ali’s face turned towards mine, I could see that she now had a band of freckles that ran across the bridge of her nose and on to each cheek. I could even see a few freckles dotting Ali’s neck and one or two on her chest. It made Ali look almost exotic in a way.
“So? What do ya think?” Ali asked in a thick Irish accent. “Do you think it fits this wee lass?”
“Yeah... Yeah that’s a perfect bikini for you.” I said as the new minted Irish lass hurried over to give me a hug. As she gracefully walked back to the entrance of the dressing room I really took in the new Ali’s look. It was like someone had taken a young Shakira, tweaked her body a bit, and made her Irish. The accent. The freckles. The curly hair. It was really working for me.
“Okay. Are you two ready for my good friend Sandy?” Ali asked looking back into the dressing room area.
“Sure” Sam and I responded in unison.
I soon heard the sound of footsteps, though something was off. The footsteps sounded slow, heavy, and deliberate, which was not at all like Sandy. Slowly Sandy emerged from within the dressing room, and I was shocked at what I saw. Sandy stood in front of us only wearing a bikini bottom and sporting a pair of breasts that were best described as gargantuan. She was cradling the massive breasts in her arms and doing her best to cover her large areolas. “So? What do you think?” Sandy asked in a nervous and self-conscious tone.
I tried to say something, but nothing came out. I just couldn’t pull myself away from her massive breasts. They looked like something created in photoshop and slapped on Sandy’s body. I was worried if they slipped from Sandy’s arms they might cause her topple over. “Umm..... Ummm...” I tried to think of something to say, but I was just gob smacked. Her breasts were so large and fleshy I figured they would hang down to her vagina if she set them free. “Goo... Good. The... The bottom looks good.” I said nodding. While internally I was screaming. ”FUCK I need to fix this.”