chapter 12

She approached the counter at the dress store nervously. "Hi ma'am, I'm here for the final fitting of my bridemaid's dress" Jamie announced to the older woman behind the counter. "What's your name dear?" said the woman checking the schedule. "Jamie, I have an appointment for 10:30" said Jamie, her confidence beginning to falter. "Hmm, oh yes, I do have an appointment scheduled with a Jamie" said the woman, but she took a long pause as she reviewed the notes, looked up at Jamie, looked back at the dress hanging from the rack, and then back at her notes. "Are you with the Amy Reed weeding party?" asked the woman, still confused. "Yes ma'am, that's the dress behind you, the powder blue two piece." Said Jamie. "Oh dear, I think that there may have been a mix up with the dress, maybe the numbers were written down incorrectly, can I have your measurements?" said the woman trying to negotiate the situation. "Honestly, I'm not quite sure." Said Jamie timidly. "Can you step forward for a minute, so I can take a look?" asked the woman pulling the measuring tape down from around her neck. Before Jamie could blink, the woman was quickly moving the tape up and down her torso, mumbling quietly to herself "Bust: 41.5, Waist: 38.5, Hips: 43" then she glanced back again to survey the notes at the counter. "Yes, I'm afraid there's been some sort of mistake, the dress I have here is Bust: 34, Waist: 26, and Hips: 32, I have no idea what could have happened, let me just make a quick call to my tailor." Said the woman picking up the phone. Jamie was still going over the measurements the woman rattled off, had her waist really grown 12 inches in five months?? Jamie finally spoke up "I don't think there's been any mistake ma'am, you see, my belly's just grown a little bit since the first fitting." The woman was at a loss for words, trying not to inadvertently say anything offensive "Oh yes, well that happens sometimes dear, let me get a fitting room ready and we'll see what we can do." The woman handed Jamie the dress and showed her to the privacy of a fitting room. Jamie disrobed and tried to pull the unzipped skirt up her legs, even though it was unzipped it got stuck somewhere around mid thigh. Jamie reevaluated her technique and put the skirt on over her head. It was still difficult to get the open skirt below her shoulders and bust. Once the open skirt was resting around her waist, Jamie sighed and began fussing with the zipper. Sucking her chubby gut in as much as possible, she slowly closed the zipper. About halfway up she had to really pull, getting nervous that the dress might rip. With more effort the zipper made it to the top, she clasped the hook, and then slowly started to relax her body. With her stomach in a resting position, the band of the skirt cut deep, bisecting her fatty belly. Her flesh rested in a soft enormous roll atop the skirt, unattractively flaunting her pot belly. She removed the top from the hanger; luckily it was loose to begin with. She pulled it over her head. The fabric of the top was thick and unyielding and was tight around her bust, pressing her round tits against her body like a corset. Once she was successfully contained within the outfit, she looked at herself in the mirror. It looked like someone was playing a humiliating practical joke, making a chubby girl squeeze into an outfit that was several sizes too small. "Honey, how's it coming along in there, can I take a look to make the final adjustments for the tailor?" asked the woman. "Yes, you can come in, but I'm a little embarrassed, this really doesn't fit." Said Jamie nervously. The woman stepped into the dressing room, staring wide eyed at Jamie's prominently displayed plump belly for a slit second, and she thought to herself. "Alright, so I'll make a note for the tailor to let out all the seams of the outfit as far as they can go. But even so, there is only a tolerance of about 3 inches or so, so the outfit will still be quite tight. When is the wedding? Maybe we can place an rush order for a new dress." Asked the woman. "It's a destination wedding and I have to leave on Wednesday." Said Jamie quietly. "Oh dear, I'm afraid that won't be enough time to put in a rush order for a maternity gown, how far along are you if you don't mind me asking?" said the woman earnestly. Jamie blushed "Oh, well, I'm not pregnant actually. When I said my belly had grown before I just meant that I've gotten chubby or maybe I'm just fat, I found out today that I'm officially overweight" Said Jamie quietly, trying to clarify but also on the verge of tears. "Forgive me dear, I'm so sorry, I've been in this business for 15 years and you're belly is displaying exactly like a woman who's about 20 weeks pregnant. I apologize." After that gaff, the woman just kept quite until Jamie was ready to check out. "So the tailor will let out the outfit as much as possible and it will be ready for you to pick up on Tuesday. Good luck to you honey, I hope the wedding goes well."

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