As I stand up, I look in the mirror, only to find the suit be a bright, almost blinding, shade of pink. It catches me off guard and I say,
"Wow, I guess I like this. If this is what my uncle wants me to wear, I'll have to like it..." my voice trailed off. I notice that the suit was for someone kind of taller, yet more slender than me. My ass would be the only thing that would need to grow to fit the pants. So, I decide to take off the suit and hang it back on the rack to search for another one that fit better. As I was searching, I came across many other suits, which I tried on and actually fit better, but there was something about them that was boring. Black, navy, gray, they all just seemed to simple, like for politicians or real-estate agents. I walked back to the pink suit that was hanging on the rack right where I had left it and I try it on again. I look in the mirror and realize that I really loved this suit simply because it was so shocking and bright, but it was just too small in certain respects.
I sigh to myself, "I just wish that the suit would fit me."
Without realizing I hadn't taken off the suit due to my sadness, which was getting worse every second, I began to go to the dress shirt section of the thrift store. Again, everything there just seemed so boring so I pick out a shirt that was white that seemed to have been my size. When I go to the dressing room to try it on, however, it is way to wide and short for me, and I was shocked again. It seemed like my body had gotten taller and more slender since I was walking around.
"This should fit. It is my size!" I exclaim as I began to put on the rest of the hot pink suit again, just to make sure I wasn't going crazy. However, when I put on the suit, I tucked the shirt in and it fit really snug! There was mostly no loose space to be found and there was lots of fabric left to tuck in. I thought I was definitely going crazy. I started looking around in the dressing room and I find a tape measure, which I quickly begin to measure my height and waist just to make sure I was still 5'11" and 32 inches around the waist. When I look in the mirror to place the tape measure to my head, I notice that the suit seemed to be fitting really well, and my ass had even swelled up to fit the pants.
But just as I thought I had changed, a thought became a verbalization, "But this is the way I've always been, right? Tall and slender but with a fat ass?" I begin to worry a lot less and I actually forgot what I was worrying about when I measured myself, "Okay 6'4", that makes sense. And... 28 inch waist, which also makes sense." Again, forgetting to remove the suit, which is almost complete, I go around looking for a tie that would go with my new suit. They didn't have a huge selection, but I delve into the bin of ties. After a while of searching, I find nothing of value. It was like this thrift shop had no exciting clothes! I leave the section but I as I go to take off my suit, I walk by a section of vests, one of which is an extremely bright sky blue.
I quickly rip it off the hanger and I whisper, "This better fit me!" I go into the dress room, pull off the pink suit coat and put on the blue vest and tie the buckle in the back. Surprisingly, it fit perfectly as if it had been made for my body type, and I put back on the pink coat. I stare in the mirror and realize what I am forgetting is a tie, and even though I couldn't find one, I would have to go back and find at least something that looked halfway decent. As I walk back to the bin of ties, I feel a pain in my foot and begin to wonder what it could be.
"I know I'm wearing socks so it couldn't be that," I ponder out loud, "I want to just be wearing the perfect tie already!" After getting to the bin and crouching over it, I don't notice any more pain and I glance to see that I am wearing very beautiful pink with bright blue and bright green argyle socks that went up to just above my knees. I thought nothing of it. After even more searching, I still couldn't find anything that would suit my tastes and the tastes of my uncle. Feeling defeated, I go back to the dressing room to take off the rest of the clothes.
As I arrive, I notice that a bright pink, green, and blue checkered bowtie was sitting on my neck, as if it had been there the entire time. I sigh with relief this time as I say "Wow. I feel like this suit is already mine, that I owned it before I came into the thrift store!" I admire myself for another twenty minutes before realizing that I needed to leave the fitting room so somebody else could try something on. As I leave, I don't bother taking off the suit and forget my old clothes in the fitting room, and I leave the store.
When I leave, I begin to