Jasmine's Secrets (Chapter 5 - #1)

5. Friday Black Dress

"What? Are you serious?" Ra'shelle disapproved "Going out like that… How can you even think about it? Don't you feel embarrassed - as fat as you've gotten?"

"It's a question of point of view," Jasmine retorted. "You perceive me as disgustingly fat when others see nothing but soft roundness and sensuality. I may be screwed up in the head, but I'm not alone in this. There are other nutcrackers like me."

"Are you telling me there's a fat lover's symposium… or circle… or something?" Ra'shelle wanted to know.

"In fact, yes," she proudly answered. "They're not a symposium, silly. They're a group of caring funny people - and they have a name. They call themselves F.A."

"Let me guess. That stands for Fat …Abnormal?" A naughty grin crossed Ra'shelle's face. She was a natural bitch sometimes.

"Oh, do you really care? Fat Admirer is what it means." Jasmine was combing her hair. She was ready to go full throttle that night. "You'll see. We're gonna go to a place I went once before. You're going to get shocked. No one will remember my face there - not this fat version of me, I'm sure, and you won't see the networking yuppies we usually see in places like the 'Queen.' And this black dress… Well, it's worth the audacious sneak out."

Ra'shelle was wary of being shocked by a bunch of weird fat worshippers. Her face communicated this fact. Then she feigned sudden bliss. "I can't wait to go…" A second later she wrinkled her nose. "No, seriously, please, don't make me feel embarrassed in front of strangers. Please."

"Are you 'fat-o-phobic' now? Would I embarrass you in public? This is so bold for me ´cos it's for you…" Jasmine was now reacting with a real passion. Her double chin rippled every time she gestured too roughly. "You're suppose to help me overcome my trauma…"

"All right… all right! OK. Friends to the end…" Ra'shelle was somehow threatened by the impressive size of her friend. "But you have to promise to help me to overcome the trauma I'll develop when we get there…" Then she delicately slapped Jasmine in the buttocks area, open palmed, as if her friend was a little child reproved for being a bad girl. The obese lady's back part rippled. "Wow…That thing's alive," Ra'shelle said.

"Hey!" Jasmine objected. "You don't have permission to touch my new toy! Besides, I need to do this well." She was striving to put her makeup on. "Try putting eyelashes and liquid shadow with these sausage fingers yourself, and you'll see."



"For the record, you're starting to complain about this," the other added with a sense of triumph.

"I wasn't complaining, cheese-head!" Jasmine corrected. "But sometimes you need to sacrifice a percentage of yourself for the greater good." Her makeup was getting really neat. Time for a hairdo change. The big Friday Night was almost there.


(Chapter FIVE will continue next Monday ...)

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By Jay Tee (and the little big help from Wilson Barbers, style corrector of the piece)


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Status: ONGOING.
Pages: (?)
Year: 2004/2021
Artist Age: 31/48