Chapter 1 - The Skirt

Fresh out of the shower, Rose pulled out her lucky skirt from the closet and grinned brightly. It felt like such a long time since she had been out to a bar. She’d been so busy (and so skint) for weeks ever since she’d moved out of her parents’ place and into the share house. The holidays hadn’t helped either, consuming her time and funds further. But now it was payday, and nothing was going to stop her from having a good time.

There was something so satisfying about the way Rose’s lucky skirt fitted. Ever since she’d been in high school, she’d leaned heavily into those bad boys who knew how to take charge. For the longest time, she’d fixated on the idea of being taken by a guy who truly knew what he was doing when he grabbed her ass in this skirt. The reality, however, had yet to match up to her fantasies.

Despite this, Rose's skirt always garnered her the attention she craved. Snug-fitting and shapely, they emphasised the cute little butt she wanted to offer up. When guys saw her, Rose wanted them to imagine taking her and performing every last sexual kink they wanted with her. The skirt had been instrumental in attracting Rose’s last boyfriend, as well as a few hook-ups in the past. But, that evening, as Rose pulled it up her short legs, a sense of dread slowly filled her.

For the first time ever, Rose had packed on a few pounds over the holidays. Usually slim and petite, she could feel the extra mass in her glutes and stomach. The scales had declared a nine pound gain and yet, it suddenly felt like so much more as she tried desperately to make the clasp close. In the mirror, Rose could see the extra softness of her new, squishier middle, bulging slightly over the waistband as she finally completed the deed. She spun around, noting how obscene her ass now looked pressing the short skirt outwards like never before; even more of her thighs on show than usual. One wrong twirl on the dancefloor and the guys would get an eyeful of everything on offer. She huffed, questioning whether she could really get away with it that night. The extra weight would have to go, that much was obvious. However, she couldn’t imagine a night out without the skirt.

No, she reasoned; she wasn’t about to go anywhere without her lucky charm.