Chapter 47

• Meadow whistles at me, almost deafening me with the strength she can emit with just two fingers in
• her mouth, and motions with her hand in a circling manner to get me to turn around. She’s bossy, but there’s something likable about her, and I’m fast warming to her pushy personality.
• She’s gone to town on me in a short space of time. My hair sleek, combed until it was glossy, and pulled up into a high ponytail that she said made my waves come together to an almost ringlet at the back. She’s blushed, pinched, dabbed, painted my face with various products, and squeezed me into clothes she swears are my size, but the restrictions I feel make me doubt it. My bust is surprisingly close in size to what she wears, so no doubt she heavily downsizes for extra ‘oomph’ in her breast department.