Katchase Fragments

 

Katchase Fragments

Perhaps too, Katchase has found himself unstuck in time. He begins stories but alas they remain unfinished. Here are two:

 

Brittany

by Katchase (unfinished)

At twenty-one, Brittany Jones, was your typical all American girl. Standing

5'4''and possessing a beauty that most woman would sell their souls to

have, you would think that Brittany would be happy with who she was and

her gorgeous appearance,but unfortunately that was not the case.

Brittany is like most  young American women of today who  feel they must

constantly keep up with all the different fashion styles   otherwise

they will no longer be attractive and chic. Unfortunately for Brittany,

it was this type of thinking that got her into her current

predicament but that is an another story for another time.

Our story starts like most other stories do,,at the beginning and for us that

would be at 10 o'clock this morning as we see Brittany's mother is once

again attempting to wake up Brittany as she does most mornings for her

1pm class at the local college which she is a senior and majoring in

contemporary fashion designing. After about ten minutes of trying to wake

Brittany, her mother gets fed up and pulls off all the covers, leaving

a scantily clad, long blond haired young woman  in a little pink and

white babydoll top and matching panties clutching for covers that are no

longer there and with this realization also comes a sigh of resignation

as she begins to stretch her limbs outward and rub the sleep from her

eyes in an attempt to be fully awake. Brittany's mother  watches her

daughter for a moment until she is sure she is up and then informs her

that if she hurries there may be time to stop at the local mall before

her class to find a new outfit for her graduation which was only a month

away.  Like any young woman of today, the lure of a free outfit and the

chance to do some power shopping was too strong to resist and Brittany

was no exception to this rule. Within twenty minutes time, Brittany was

dressed and doing a final inspection of herself in a full length mirror

for any imperfections. While Brittany was blessed with a beautiful face

and figure ,unfortunately she believed she was too heavy and her hips

were too big because the models of today were all stick thin  and small

chested  where she was curvy with nice sized firm breasts and so she

always was looking for new ways to make herself look more like the

beautiful models of today.

Taking one last look in the mirror,she wishes out loud that if only she could look like the models of today,then her

life would be perfect..

''BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR OR YOU JUST  MAY GET  IT.”

Brittany's mother was telling her daughter. After four stores

and at least a dozen outfits rejected by her daughter because they made

her look too fat, too hippy or too busty. Her patience was wearing

thin.

''Would you really want to look like a little pre-pubescent girl

again? For in my opinion, that is what they look like. Why at thirteen

you had more curves and breasts than a model of today.”

Brittany looked at her mother sighed and said,

''Mom you don't understand, its all appearance

today especially in my field, fashion, if I have to look twelve again to fit

in and be stylish so be it. Of course that will never happen with this

body.''

And with that she turned away from the dressing room mirror and

started to walk out of the store certain she would never find her

perfect outfit and would be a social fashion outcast forever. It was

12:15 pm and Brittany and her mother was walking quickly through the

mall trying to get their car so Brittany would not be late for her one

o'clock class when they both saw it at the same time on a mannequin in a

store neither of them could remember being in that mall before.

It was a simple pale pink a line dress with a high bodice and white piping on the sleeves and hem of the short flared type skirt. The hem was so short on

the mannequin that you could see a pair of heavy white cotton panties

with pink trim adorning the top and leg openings and also the outline of

a matching vest tucked into the panties was surprisingly very obvious to

anyone who looked closely. Brittany's mother commented on this strange

choice of underwear but Brittany assured her that it was very chic to

wear children's style underwear in this day and age. Once inside the

shop, Brittany was instantly drawn to the rack that held that style of

dress which she was so enthralled with but to her surprise none of the

dresses had sizes on them, just had a tag inside that read one size fits

small. Brittany hoped that was just a typo and glancing quickly at the

clock, Brittany realized it was now 12:25 pm and if she didn't act

quickly she would be late for her class. Brittany grabbed a dress off

the rack to try on when a saleswoman grabbed her and handed her the

matching underwear to also take in to try on, as it was store policy

that you couldn’t buy the dress without purchasing the matching underwear.

Pressed for time and not wanting to argue. Brittany raced into the

dressing rooms and removed all her clothes and quickly put on the vest

and matching panties and slid the dress over her head and walked out to

see herself in the three way mirror and ask her mom's opinion.When she

walked out she wondered why the new underwear felt funny to her but put

it out of her mind when she saw how cute she looked in the dress, and

even though it seemed a bit short on her, even her mother agreed it

would be perfect for her. Because she had tried on so many outfits

before finding this one, it was now 12:35 pm and to save time while she

was getting dressed , Brittany decided to just keep on the new

underwear she had on instead of changing back and put her original

clothes and bra and panties in the bag with her new dress and hurried

out of the store to go to class.

Taking one last glance at her reflection in the three way mirror, Brittany could of sworn she didn't look as full figured as she normally did but then she had been dieting lately and just figured that was it. Brittany got to class on time that day but while she sat in class she kept having what felt like small jolts of electricity flow through her body causing an tingling sensation

like she has never known.

“That's strange.” she thought.

“It feels like my clothes are getting baggy on me and even my shoes seem a bit big for my feet. Good thing class is almost over and mommy, err mom will be here to give me a ride home.”

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO POOR BRITTANY?

 

THE PLAY (Part one)

by Katchase

Play practice had ran over again for the  fourth day in a row and to Jennifer Johnson that meant  being late to work again unless she could somehow get changed and get downtown in a half hour. "I'll never make it." thought Jennifer as she looked at the clock and knew it would take her at least twenty-five minutes to get downtown especially with noon time traffic and feared that if she was late again she would lose her  job as a sales clerk at the local J.C. Penney. Gazing in the mirror, the 18 year-old senior saw a girl at best that would pass for fourteen. While Jennifer was a pretty blond haired girl standing 5' 1'' tall with a small tight body and small but firm breast  that rode high on her chest,  the juvenile clothing that she was wearing and the childish pigtails hair style she had put her long hair in which she had only that morning change to a mousy brown did anything but give the illusion that she was nothing but an average looking teenage school girl.

Her costume for the play consisted of a short white A-line baby doll dress with little pink flowers on it trimmed in pink piping and a pair of heavy white cotton tights that made her shapely legs appear skinny like a young girls. A pair of shiny black patented leather Maryjanes that added no height to her unlike the heels she normally wore to give the illusion of being taller. And because the director wanted her to look as authentic as possible he had insisted she wear a little girl crop top bra and underwear that flattened out her chest to the point of almost nonexistence and the underwear rode high on her waist and covered her whole butt unlike the sexy thong undies she was used to; making her feel plain and a bit childish instead of sexy.

"I'll just have to change at work." Jennifer thought to herself and taking another quick glance at the clock ran out the door and down to the bus stop to catch her bus which would take her to the mall where she worked as a sales clerk at the local J.C. Penney.

The bus arrived at the mall with only five minutes to spare before she had to start work so as Jennifer jumped off the bus and made a mad dash for the store so she could punch in on time she never realized in her hurry that she had left her backpack with all her clothes, purse and identification on the bus.

        Walking as quickly as she could while trying to hold down her little dress which seemed to want to fly up and let everyone see her pretty white cotton panties trimmed with pink lace around the openings. Jennifer never saw the security guard that had stopped to tie his shoe and so she tripped over him and landed on her back with her dress up around her waist allowing everyone a generous view of her juvenile underwear.

Scrambling to get up and pulling down her dress, a red faced Jennifer started to stammer an apology in an embarrassed high little girl voice only to be cut off by the six foot security guard that seemed to tower over her making her feel like a little girl for real and asked where her parents were.