AR20: Soul Mate Overture (1-6) - by Matt L. (~BBW(mult), Magic, Romance, ~VWG)

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  1. May 16, 2009 #1

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    ~BBW (mult), Magic, Romance, ~VWG - with help of several experiences with Leah's mystic mirror a nice girl gets a broader perspective on life

    An Alternate Reality Story

    AR 20: SOUL MATE OVERTURE
    by Matt L.

    (Click here for prior chapter in this series)

    PART ONE : THE APOLOGY.

    Brandi Wilkes was leisurely spending the better part of her Saturday afternoon shopping at the West Field mall. The 18-year old high school Senior was just as thoroughly dynamic in character as she was in appearance. In fact, due to her outgoing nature and physical beauty, Brandi was among the most popular girls at school. Cordial and nice to just about everyone, Brandi did have a sarcastic sense of humor and was perhaps overly meticulous when it came to her appearance.

    This complexity of character produced somewhat of a conundrum. Though Brandi wasn’t as pretentious as many of her friends, she was just as vain. Noted for having a vigorous appetite, Brandi needed to count calories, prompting even her mother to chime in good humor, “With your appetite I’m surprised you’re not huge!”

    Call it conditioning or peer pressure, but Brandi was overwhelmingly obsessed with her weight. She had a fear of getting fat. Self-absorbed by the attention provided by her exquisite appearance, Brandi’s anxiety was perpetrated by the knowledge that heavier females were considered less attractive and socially unacceptable to most of her peers.

    Brandi rarely made an unkind remark about anyone, at least she never made a habit of it. However, chubby girls were on a lower rung of the social ladder and partially due to her popularity, Brandi had no desire to compromise her status.

    Brandi’s alluring oval shaped face was outlined by her vibrant chestnut brown mane that was long enough to roll over her shoulders. Wavy to some extent, her hair was combed back with a brown beret keeping her bangs out of her eyes. Her attire consisted of an olive green blouse and Old Navy jeans, garments that accurately detailed her feminine curves. Brandi’s shape was textbook hourglass, amply endowed with child baring hips, still relatively slender though a decent ten pounds or so away from legitimately plump.

    Rather insecure about her figure, mainly because her tummy was a little soft and her upper thighs were a tad thick, Brandi was caught as our tale begins with a stroll in the mall in the chaos of either eating the foods she enjoyed and wearing a larger dress size or continuing with practices alien to her real desires.

    Along with Brandi that afternoon at the mall was her best friend, though some might call Tracy Wellington her closest rival. Tracy was a much more rambunctious, high maintenance version of Brandi. Unlike Brandi, who intermingled with just about everyone, Tracy rejected anyone who didn’t fit her elitist protocol.

    Furthermore, where Brandi was self-conscious about her figure, Tracy was intensely conceited. Tracy resembled an ancient Etruscan with her high cheek bones, pristine nose and angler chin. Her opaque blond mane with a trace of auburn shimmered over her shoulders, catering to her delicious features in a splendid display of cultured beauty, while her enticing slim figure appeared scrumptious in a pricey purple top and snug white jeans. Tracy reeked of money, manufactured class and self-importance. Even the tone of Tracy’s voice depicted her ivory towel disposition.

    “Where to now?”, Tracy asked in her usual Boston wannabe reverberation.

    Brandi rolled her tongue over her lips, “Beats me? I think we’ve been to every shop in the mall, twice.”

    Tracy insidiously smiled, fully aware of Brandi’s strict diet but at the same time her hearty appetite, “What about lunch?”

    Tracy wouldn’t mind seeing Brandi gain a few extra pounds, thus securing a position of superior rank in their shallow social circle. In all actuality, Tracy took every chance she got to sabotage her friend’s waistline. Brandi nudged the plastic variety of shopping bags against her thighs, turning sideways, her eyes locked on her reflection bestowed in the window of a jewelry store.

    As Brandi hummed in thought as she meticulously examined her figure, Tracy strolled up along side her, buzzing with complete revelry, “What do you say? It’s almost noon and quite frankly, I’m getting a little hungry.”

    Brandi’s jaw dropped, “I don’t know? I had an enormous breakfast but I really could go for a beef sandwich.”

    Consumed with an outrageous amount of perkiness, Tracy virtually laughed, “Then let’s tarry on over to the food court.”

    Brandi cleared her throat, before gliding her hands over her sparse muffin tops, “I think my mom’s making me fat.”

    In a polite tone but with a mischievous grin, Tracy questioned Brandi, “You’re kidding me?”

    Brandi led the journey, “I didn’t mean she’s doing it intentionally, silly. She’s loves to cook and I love to eat, a bad combination if you know what I mean.”

    “You have an adequate metabolism for burning off calories”, Tracy candied smiled, “This trek through the mall will abolish those pesky breakfast calories with ease. You deserve some lunch”

    Brandi timidly squeaked, “I freak n’ hope so.”

    Tracy practically skipped with giddiness while en route to the food court with Brandi, keen on the possibility that Mrs. Wilkes was unknowingly aiding her cause. A plump version of Brandi would put her squarely in the spotlight, a chubby Brandi would be even better.

    Not wanting to seem too eager about lunch, Tracy changed the subject, though in the back of her mind she was pondering how to talk Brandi into having a large order of fries.

    “I heard Phoebe might have to cancel her party”, Tracy chattered away, “Her brother just moved back home and_.”

    The sight of a pleasant young man walking into a bookstore muddled Brandi’s attention. Brandi sighed before announcing, “I have to make a detour, so I’ll meet up with you, okay?”

    Tracy dropped her eyebrows, “Huh? You know I detest eating alone.”

    Brandi lifted her chin, her lips twisting into an uncomfortable grin, “I’ll join you in a couple of minutes, okay?”

    Thus a curious Tracy blurted, “Why?”

    Brandi anxiously swung the shopping bags upward, “Do you always need to be so nosey?”

    Tracy responded with a flutter of her eyes and wispy smile.

    Brandi groaned, “Fine! Ben Hecht just walked into the bookstore and I need to have a few words with him.”

    A stone faced Tracy gaped in utter shock, prompting Brandi to shrill ”What?”

    Tracy sneered in contempt, “Why would you want to talk to Ben? He’s not one of us and besides that, didn’t Greg have a fight with him last night?”

    Tracy was referring to the other night when Greg Cabot, who just happened to be Brandi’s main squeeze, took the liberty of pushing Ben around and mocking him at Burger King. Brandi wasn’t there to observe this altercation, though received the news from quite a few people, including Greg.

    Brandi’s words ran over a coarse path with the knowledge Tracy wouldn’t understand, “I’m going to apologize.”

    Tracy’s mouth dropped, “Why?”

    Greg had a habit of picking on people, females not excluded, who weren’t on terms with the popular clique. Ben was often a target and Brandi was quite aware of that fact.

    Tracy continued, “It isn’t like Ben is anyone important, and Greg would so not approve.”

    Brandi swayed her head as she politely yet firmly dished the details, “Greg can be a butthead and his antics are becoming tiresome. He routinely picks on Ben because he’s quiet and like, doesn’t have much of a self esteem. I can only imagine what Ben must feel and it’s not good.”

    Tracy tapped her foot, “So now you want to save the world? Join the Peace Corps.”

    Brandi glimpsed back into the bookstore then rotated her head back to Tracy, “I won’t be long, just meet me at the food court.”

    Tracy pulled the shopping bags adjacent to her hips, “Fine, but I’m not going to order anything until you join me. Only losers eat alone.”

    (Continued in post 4 of this thread)
     
  2. May 16, 2009 #2

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  3. May 17, 2009 #3

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    Hello Ssaylleb, thank you, I appreciate the feed back! Matt
     
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    Brandi approached Ben, who was in the classical literature section of the shop. Ben wasn’t exactly what most females consider impressive when it came to appearance but he wasn’t a troll either. His brown hair outlined his modest features, his eyeglasses descending downward on his nose as he studied the text in his hands. Clothed in a well worn gray sweatshirt and blue jeans that depicted the comfortable air of his character. Unobtrusive and bookish.

    Brandi slowly maneuvered herself down the aisle, quiet in all respects, unsure of in what manner to open the conversation. Her finger tips gliding over the hardbacks, she drew a long breath and Ben momentarily swayed his head in her direction before resuming his examination of the manuscript.

    “Ben, hi”, Brandi acknowledged him with a wide smile, “You’ve seen me at school, I’m Brandi Wilkes.”

    Ben steered his vision onto the cute high school senior, “Yes, I know who you are."

    An awkward moment of silence was eclipsed by Brandi’s mangled attempt at small talk, “How are you today? I guess you’re into the classics? Me too.”

    Ben stood, partially mesmerized by her enthralling features, partially unsure of the significance of the conversation. Brandi reached out and lifted the book out of his hands, “Ben Jonson? Elizabethan literature is heavy material.”

    Ben keenly observed Brandi dutifully eyeing the prose, the pages held unnaturally close, thus he inquired, “You wear glasses?”

    Brandi lifted her head, a wide smile consuming her dazzling face, “I don’t, I should but I don’t.”

    “Huh-uh”, Ben capriciously remarked, “The whole pretty girls don’t wear glasses rigmarole?”

    Brandi closed the book, nervously rolling her tongue over her lips, “Something like that.”

    Brandi handed the volume back to Ben, “I’ll clue you in why I’m here.”

    Ben leaned in toward Brandi, lifting an eyebrow he took her to task, “I was wondering about that? I’ve known you ever since freshman year and the only other time you spoken to me was when you told me to move my head during a pep rally.”

    Brandi chuckled, “I did? Perhaps your head was blocking my view?”

    Ben ignored the humor of the moment, “You were going to clue me in on something?”

    “Yeah, I was”, Brandi nonchalantly admitted as she briefly ran her hand over his arm. Ben unconditionally gazed into Brandi’s honey brown eyes as she related the facts, “I heard about Greg giving you a hard time the other night, I just want to tell you that I don’t approve of his juvenile antics and will definitely tell him to stop.”

    Ben swung the book upward, situating it against his chest, “You don’t have to do me any favors.”

    “Huh?”, Brandi was caught off guard, “Who says I’m doing you a favor? I just feel bad that he’s always tormenting you.”

    Ben looked over his glasses, “He torments a lot of people, not only me.”

    Brandi puffed up her cheeks, cheerlessly exhaling, “I know.”

    Ben adjusted his stance, returning the book upon the shelf, he seized another volume, “It never ceases to amaze me how nice girls are attracted to jerks?”

    Brandi’s serious expression lightened, “You think I’m nice?”

    Ben juggled the huge text in his hands, “Sure, you’re not especially rude like many of your friends and I’ve seen you come to the aid of a few Special Ed students.”

    Brandi squinted, “I’m impressed with your observation.”

    Ben half-smiled, “Don’t be. You have an articulate vocabulary, you must read a lot. ”

    Brandi planted her hand over heart, “Yeah, that’s right. My dad’s an English professor over at DePaul, teaches American literature, I take after him.”

    “That I didn’t know”, Ben inched closer to Brandi, “And what does dad think of Greg?”

    Brandi rolled her eyes, “They’re both sports fanatics, so they get along famously.”

    “What about you?”, Ben persistently asked, “What do you see in Greg?”

    Brandi folded her arms, “Greg isn’t all that bad.”

    Ben reeled his body forward, “Compared to Stalin he’s not.”

    Brandi pitched her hand over her hip and leaned into Ben, “I’m serious. Greg is an accomplished athlete and has a great sense of humor.”

    “And his appearance doesn’t have a thing to do with you liking him?”, Ben jovially inquired.

    Brandi’s stance took on a rubbery effect as she swiveled at the hips, “Well yeah, he’s good looking, so what?”

    Ben tapped the hardback, “Naturally I’m not surprised, I just wanted your corroboration.”

    Brandi’s frosty stare perfectly matched the dryness of her speech, “Did you just insult me?”

    Ben sighed, “Hardly, I was just stating a fact.”

    Brandi defiantly gazed at Ben, “You’re rubbing my last good nerve.”

    Ben boldly enlightened the beauty queen, “You’re more interested in flash than in substance, but that goes without saying.”

    Brandi tilted her head, “That’s not fair, you don’t know me.”

    “I don’t?”, Ben responded with the hint of a chuckle, “Popular girl who is very attractive involved with popular guy with similar attributes despite he’s a jerk. I think I know you very well.”

    Brandi’s jaw dropped, “Huh? Isn’t that a smidge stereotypical?”

    Ben let loose the chuckle, “Is it? Do you socialize outside of your precious little clique?”

    “Take a hike, you don’t even know me”, Brandi squawked, “You’re the jerk!”

    Ben slid the book against his hip, “Maybe, but you’ll really never know. Females like you don’t associate with guys like me, or for that matter, girls who aren‘t pretty enough, preppy enough, those that your snotty group ignore. You’re all about appearance and prestige.”

    Brandi bitingly corrected Ben, “That shows how much you know, I’m friends with Mallory Weed.”

    Ben’s eyes widen, “When was the last time you invited Mallory to a party or went shopping with her?”

    Brandi lifted her chin, “Okay, maybe I don’t routinely hang out with her but she’s still my friend.”

    Ben confidently aired the truth, “Mallory’s just an acquaintance from school, someone to waste time with when Tracy or Heidi aren’t around, she hardly measures as a friend.” Ben then added with disdain, “Tracy constantly slams Mallory behind her back and you never stand up for her.”

    “I thought you said I was nice?” Brandi choked on the words.

    Ben shifted the heavy book into his other hand, “Compared to Tracy and your other friends, you are nice.”

    Brandi began to drift away, “Believe whatever you like, you don’t know me as well as you think.”
     
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    Brandi was furious with Ben’s assessment of her character and hurried to meet up with Tracy at food court. Tracy was smiling in high curiosity as Brandi approached her.

    “Did you make it all better?”, Tracy sarcastically smirked.

    Brandi replied with a sour expression, “I wasted my time talking to that loser.”

    Tracy chirped as Brandi made a beeline to a fast food establishment, “Oh really, you finally figured that out?”

    The debate had provoked Brandi’s appetite, a quagmire that she often experienced under stressful situations. Tracy smiled while Brandi ordered her meal, “A beef sandwich, soak it with gravy, a large order of fries and a large cola!”

    Tracy switched places in line, coolly ordering a basic burger with a diet cola. Brandi relinquished her self-control, releasing her anxiety by pigging out on the comfort food she ordered. Tracy intensely listened to Brandi’s squabble, though couldn’t care less. It was just a pleasant experience to watch Brandi forgo her diet and speedily consume her meal. “….And then after he compliments me, gets all petty with a bunch of nonsense about trivial things…”

    While Brandi was in the hodgepodge of her particular rage, Tracy detected a pair of college age females emerging from the mall’s concourse onto to the eatery. Leisurely attired in T-shirts and sweats, they both were absolutely chubby.

    Tracy’s catty grin disrupted the uniform look of her alluring face, interrupting Brandi’s tantrum with a sneering, “Whoa, the cattle just arrived.”

    Brandi flexed her eyebrows, halting her next bite, “Huh?”

    Tracy rotated her fingers, motioning for Brandi to turn around. Brandi swerved her head and focused on the fuller figured chicks, “Yeah, so?”

    Brandi resumed her meal, stating with a hollow expression, “What’s the big deal, so they’re heavy?”

    Tracy lowered her chin, “They’re cows, how can they stand coming here and looking like that?”

    Brandi sipped her cola, taking a hearty bite from her sandwich before conveying, “I think they’re kind of pretty.”

    Tracy tilted her head, looking at the plus size gals, then imagining Brandi at their size, “If you say so.”

    “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder”, Brandi added, then consumed a handful of fries.

    Tracy held back her opinion, agreeing just to appease Brandi, “I guess you’re right.”

    *-*-*-*

    Monday afternoon, much of school was out for the day and Ben had just walked out of his Post Second World War World History class when Mallory Weed strolled up next to him. Mallory had a certain brazen air to her vibrant personality that equaled the overall freshness of her feminine appearance.

    She was a plus sized gal whose ash blond hair was decorated in pigtails, complimenting her oval shaped face and clothed in a sleeveless white T-shirt and powder blue jeans. Her cute face possessed the high cheek bones of a slimmer gal, a sliver of a second chin the only significant mark of a more than svelte damsel.

    Mallory was always chubby, reaching her current weight of 219-pounds at the start of her senior year. Essentially Brandi’s study partner in health class, a pseudo friendship developed, curtailed only by the artificial bounties manufactured by the uppity clique Brandi perceived as her actual friends.

    Mallory’s swollen derriere bounced over her chunky thighs, “Hey Ben, I have a message for you!”

    Ben’s gait slowed, “Hi Mallory, what’s up?”

    Mallory and Ben were modest friends, sharing a few classes together and interacting in the same social circle.

    Mallory’s pretty face featured a wide smile, “You aren’t busy?”

    Ben casually replied that he wasn’t, thus Mallory waved him on, “Take a walk with me, someone wants to talk to you.”

    Mallory escorted Ben out of the building and unto the courtyard where Brandi Wilkes was parked on a bench reading Ralph Waldo Emerson. Ben’s vision snared the voluptuous beauty, clad in a stylish top and jeans. His hormones were indeed stimulated by Brandi’s all-encompassing feminine appearance, though his logic put the damper on his physical attraction, “Weren’t you done with me?”

    Brandi rested the paperback against her breasts, “Excuse me?”

    Ben looked over his glasses, “At Barnes and Noble? I thought you told me all that was needed to be said?”

    Mallory chuckled as she excused herself, “Good luck, Brandi, see ya!”

    Brandi’s gorgeous mane cascaded downward while she tilted her head and patted the bench, “Take a seat, I need a few words with you.”

    A very animated Ben waved his arms, “Are you kidding? If your boyfriend sees me talking to you, he’ll mop up the floor with me!”

    Brandi sighed a girlie-girl giggle, “I didn’t think you were so dramatic?”

    Ben inched closer to the popular chick, “Whose Dramatic, I’m serious!”

    “Very well”, Brandi announced, dropping the book into her bag, she stood up and approached Ben.

    Ben took a step back as Brandi entered his space and grinned, “I didn’t like what you said about me.”

    Ben rolled his eyes, “Is that all? Brandi, you’re intelligent enough to realize, it doesn’t matter what I or anyone else thinks of you, it’s what you think that counts.”

    Brandi’s tongue ran over her luscious lips, “That’s a fine answer but I’m not satisfied with your opinion.”

    Ben held his books tightly against his chest, “Mind cutting to the chase, I see Tracy with your other pals, I’m sure you’ll want to join them.”

    Brandi arched her body toward the football field and noticed her crew, she then recovered her stance, looking Ben squarely in the eyes, “I’m not going anywhere.”

    Ben gulped a generous amount of air, Brandi’s bust was virtually planted against his books, “Okay, what?”

    Brandi stood with one hand on her hip, the other latched onto the strap of her book bag, “Take it down a notch, you needn’t be so nervous.”

    Ben lowered his head, “Nothing personnel but your friends are the biggest gossips around and I don’t need my ass kicked.”

    Brandi fluttered her chestnut colored eyes, casually smiling while she explained, “I want to be your friend, I want you to get to know me.”

    Ben questioned with a monotone, “Why is that? We haven’t a thing in common.”

    Brandi continued in the same bubbly manner, “We both enjoy literature and I’m sure once we get to know each other, I’m sure we’ll discover we share other interests.”

    Brandi flipped back her hair, “But, my main purpose, if I may be honest, is that I really want you to get to know me.”

    “And that is important because?”, Ben softly asked.

    Brandi compulsorily leaned into Ben, “Because once you get to know me, you’ll be able to judge me without the prejudice that has corrupted your opinion.”

    “Didn’t I tell you, you’re a nice person?”, Ben lobbed at her.

    Brandi lobbed it right back, “You said, I was nicer than my friends. Once you get to know me, you can form an authentic opinion.”

    Ben loosened the grip on his books and rested them on his hip, “Okay, what do you have in mind? Talk over pizza?”

    Brandi bit her lip, sarcastically replying, “Wouldn’t that be great? I was so overwhelmed with anxiety over the weekend, I pigged out and gained two pounds.”

    Ben smirked, “Did you notify the President?”

    Brandi warbled through her sour expression, “Maybe we can grab a bite while we’re out!”

    Ben blurted in shock, “Out! We’re going out?”

    In a strict tone Brandi conveyed, “Not like in a date, I have a boyfriend. I mean as friends and we’ll go Dutch.”

    Ben scratched his neck, “Of course as friends, you wouldn’t socialize with an antagonist? So what’s your pleasure, a film? Maybe a matinee at the Shakespeare theater?”

    Brandi revealed her plans, “My dad gave me tickets to a lecture on Christopher Marlowe, I know Greg wouldn’t want to go and Tracy would think he was some British movie star, so what do you think? Maybe grab a bite or coffee afterwards, have a no holds bar philosophical debate?”

    Ben shifted his body weight, leaning closer to Brandi, “Out on the streets, onto the pavement battle of wits? Okay, count me in.”

    “PEACHY!”, Brandi asserted with a loud but feminine roar.

    Ben nodded, “When is it?”

    Brandi dug into her book bag and snared a ball point and tore a sheet of paper out of her note pad, “Friday night, it starts at eight.”

    She scribbled off her address and phone number then handed it to Ben. Brandi glided backward, virtually skipping and humorously chimed, “Don’t stand me up, you wouldn’t want me to beat you up!”

    Ben chuckled, “I kind of figured you were a bully!” Brandi laughed, “I have a few pounds on you, so I can take you!”

    “I believe you could”, Ben agreed with a dignified smile.

    Brandi rushed on over and joined her friends as Ben rubbed his chin, scoping out her curvaceous form, “She might be a little arrogant but she is cute.”
     
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    It was Friday night and once the lecture had finished, Brandi and Ben wandered off to a quaint coffee shop just a few blocks away from DePaul University on Adam’s street. The conversation that ensued between sips of coffee and amiable chuckles, tore down the arduous social barriers that kept them apart, much as if they had known each other forever.

    Brandi’s eyes sparkled, her wide open smile corresponding with her composed body language. Ben was similarly at ease, taking mental notes of everything she said, asking questions or preparing to debate, once Brandi completed her dissertation. Brandi’s popularity brought her a vast hodgepodge of dates and an almost thoroughly booked social calendar but Ben was unlike any guy she ever courted.

    For one thing, Ben was highly conscientious and actually took great effort in making her feel comfortable. He also listened to Brandi’s opinion, not that the other guys she dated ignored her, but Ben was receptive to her point of view and had great patience in giving her enough time to express herself.

    Ben was a tad awkward and the short pauses between sentences revealed his shyness. However it was a real treat being out with a young man who wasn’t full of himself or trying to make moves on her.

    “I think it’s kind of funny”, Brandi mentioned at one point while talking Shakespeare, “Many men will recite from the sonnet, ‘Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s day’ while pledging his wedding vows, naïve to the true meaning, that like the summer comes and goes, so will her beauty.”

    Off in a corner, a stone’s throw from the harmonious pair sat Leah. She couldn’t help but to overhear their provocative yet cheerful banter, stimulating her fascination. Leah observed Brandi’s mannerisms, how she would slowly glide her fingers through her long hair whenever Ben spoke and the way her lips curved into an idyllic smile while her eyes met his.

    At one point Brandi reached out and seized his hand while stating her opinion. Leah even noticed Brandi maneuvering her torso so to give Ben a liberal view of her breasts, a natural phenomena provoked by an unconscious feeling of attraction. Leah turned to her coffee and fervently stirred the brew, curious to see the outcome of this event, she peered into the cup once the beverage had settled.

    Leah tapped her chin as she envisioned the future, “I need to talk to her.”

    It wasn’t really all that later when Brandi excused herself to powder her nose and Leah waited a few minutes and then proceeded to join her in the ladies room. Brandi was lost in the moment of making sure her blouse accurately concealed her muffin tops when Leah approached her.

    “He’s attracted to you, yes, though he really desires what’s here”, Leah bluntly revealed as she tapped the space over her heart. Brandi swung her head toward Leah, her wavy mane skimming her shoulders in a breezy motion,

    “Huh? You talking to me?”

    Leah’s eyes twinkled and she purred in absolute kindness, “Yes dear, I’m talking to you. I’m Leah, may I call you Brandi?”

    Brandi narrowed her eyes, her lips parting in an abstract smile, “Have we met before? How do you know my name?”

    Leah serenely explained while fumbling through her handbag, “No Brandi, we have never met but you’ll be wise to call on me in the future, and I mean as soon as possible.”

    Brandi’s dumbfound expression intensified as Leah handed her a business card.

    “And don’t say a thing to Ben about this_.It’ll be between us girls, okay?”, Leah added with a wink.

    “Whoa, ma’am!”, Brandi screeched while advancing on her tip toes, her arms swinging freely, “What’s going on?”

    Leah congenially informed the inquisitive maiden, “You’re baiting the wrong guy and only heartbreak will follow, trust me on this, if you really like him, you’ll drop by my shop.”

    Brandi glimpsed over the card which simply held the title Antique’s in bold script with Leah’s name underneath in fine print, “Ah, I’m not baiting Ben and further more, I have a boyfriend.”

    Leah looked over her vintage glasses left over from the 1920’s, “Have Ben drive you by your friend Tracy’s home, you’ll see your boyfriend’s sedan parked in her driveway.”

    Brandi’s mouth dropped, “How would you know Tracy?”

    “I don’t”, Leah sighed, her pattern of speech strengthening, “Now there’s no real need to be alarmed, right now it’s of a flirtatious nature but they share an attraction. Tracy because she secretly desires everything you have and Greg because, well she’s what he calls a hot babe and her family is horrendously wealthy.”

    Brandi nervously ran her tongue over her lips before evaporating into a bitter frown, “Either you’re lying or insane or both!”

    Leah tilted her head, “Give Tracy a call and ask her what’s she doing.”

    Brandi did just that, pulling out her cell phone, she called Tracy, “Hi Tracy, it’s me, Brandi. I just wanted to see if you have any plans for tonight coz my evening is starting suck!”

    Leah listened in patience until the conversation came to a close, Brandi conveying, “She’s going out to visit some friends with her mom.”

    Leah replied with a closed lipped grin, “That’s a pretty lame excuse.”

    Brandi rolled her eyes then dropped her chin. Leah patted Brandi on her shoulder, “Carry on with your evening as if this conversation didn’t happen. Ben is a fine lad and enjoys your company.”

    Brandi sarcastically huffed, “I guess?”

    Leah walked toward the door, “Continue with the maturity and finesse you exhibit with ease, just don’t lead him on.”

    Brandi vehemently denied the actuation, “I’m not leading him on!”

    Leah humorously chuckled upon quoting Shakespeare, “The lady doth protest too much.”

    Brandi rotated her body back to the mirror and checked upon her appearance before rejoining Ben.

    “Ben’s a decent guy, he’s nice to know but he’s so not dating material”, Brandi quibbled in her thoughts.

    Ben stood up as Brandi approached him, “More coffee?”

    Brandi grabbed her purse, avoiding eye contact, “This has been a sensational evening but I’m a little tired, mind if we call it a night?”

    Ben fetched Brandi’s denim jacket and had meant to slip it on her, though she brusquely snared it out of his grip, “Do you always have to be so chivalrous?”

    A wide-eyed Ben acknowledged his mistake to which Brandi gruffly replied, “You don’t have to apologize!”

    Ben took a step back, “Did I offend you or something?”

    Brandi bit her lip, realizing she was out of line, she briefly reflected on her error before announcing, “No, you are a complete gentleman, I’m just a little out of sorts.”

    Brandi stepped within Ben’s space and gently rubbed his upper arm, “I really did have a fabulous time, we should do this again.”

    Ben calmly spoke as he paid for his half of the check, “I had a pleasant evening too, thank you Brandi.”

    Ben continued during their short walk to his car, “My sister received a promotion from work and we’re throwing her a little celebration, might I entice you in joining us?”

    Brandi’s forehead winkled as she squinted, “Next weekend? I’ll have to check my schedule.”

    Ben swayed his body into his car, “That’s chick language for no.”

    Brandi was adamant, “Stop! If you’re not going to trust what I say, then we’re not meant to be friends. I have many friends and a steady boyfriend, I haven’t a clue what I’ll be doing.”

    Ben waited for Brandi to fasten her safety belt before starting up the car, “You really come to the point?”

    Brandi brushed back her hair, “Life is much too short for crap, pardon my language. I honestly like you, want to see you again, but we’re friends. Should I stop by your home next Saturday, remember that.”

    Ben simply nodded.

    Brandi tilted her head and smiled, “But hey, you really are great to spend time with.”

    On the drive home, Brandi coaxed Ben on driving by Tracy’s residence and sure enough, Greg’s vehicle sat in the driveway. Ben received a frigid stare upon stating the obvious.

    Brandi’s emotions were beyond frazzled but she was lady enough to bid Ben goodnight in a congenial manner. She shifted her body sideways as the safety belt snapped away, “I’d invite you in, I think my mom and dad would appreciate meeting you but this isn’t a good time.”

    Ben shook his head, “I understand, you’re a little upset because_.”

    Brandi spoke over Ben in a soft but stern voice, “Yeah, bingo. I know you’re not the type that gossips but just for my peace of mind, not a word to anyone about Greg being over by Tracy, okay?”

    Ben naturally agreed. Brandi pushed away her bangs, “What time is your sister’s party?”

    After Ben told Brandi it was at six, Brandi half-smiled, “I suppose I can stop by? Give me a call over the weekend.”

    Acknowledgements were shared concerning the pleasure of the evening spent and within minutes they parted company. Brandi was an unconditional wreck and spent the remainder of the evening in her pajama’s, overindulging on sweets while reading and watching various episodes of Friends. Mrs. Wilkes, whose wisdom shared the same temperament as Emerson, perceived something was disturbing her high maintenance offspring but understood prying would only complicate matters.

    Instead, she humorously ragged on her daughter’s dreary behavior and hearty appetite, surmising that a few well placed chuckles would soothe what ailed her. “If you’re going to keep your nose in a romance novel, at least read something kitschy. Are you really that fond of ice cream or are aiming to go up a dress size?”

    Brandi realized her mother’s taunts weren’t with malice, gingerly she chimed back, “Nah, clothes are overrated, I want to be fat and naked.”

    Brandi refused all phones calls while in her delicate mood, preferring to be left alone among the tearjerker romance novels and numerous episodes of Friends. The only ray of sunlight she accepted was a phone call from Ben who checked in to see how she was feeling. Despite the mundane start, their conversation soon advanced to a hodgepodge of wisecracks and anecdotes brimming with quiet affection. The pair spoke for the better part of an hour and once it was over, Brandi took time to reflect on this new friend that had entered her life.

    “You appear to be in a better mood”, Mrs. Wilkes confidently grinned.

    Brandi nodded, deciding to taste the cupcake she had just removed from the fridge instead of speaking.

    Mrs. Wilkes affably enquired, “And who was that polite young man who phoned you?”

    “Polite? What makes you think that?”, Brandi asked before taking another bite.

    Mrs. Wilkes rested her hands over her pudgy waist, “Well, he was courteous while asking for you, introduced himself as a Ben and then of all things, asked how I was.”

    Brandi spoke while nibbling, “Yeah Ben is polite. I know him from school, he went to that lecture with me.”

    Mrs. Wilkes sighed, “If he joined you for a lecture then his attachment must be intense. ”

    Brandi squinted, “It’s not like that, Ben enjoys classical literature_.”

    Brandi gobbled up the remaining portion of the cupcake and then noisily slurped her milk before continuing, “Ben is so well read, he’s virtually a scholar.”

    Brandi hobbled to the sink and while washing out her glass, she speedily ran through Ben’s attributes and virtues.

    “He sounds like a companion worth your time”, Mrs. Wilkes beamed with a wide smile.

    Brandi wiped her hands off on her pajama top,

    “I think so too!” she acknowledged.

    (Continued in post 17 of this thread)
     
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    Thanks for composer.
     
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    CHAPTER TWO : DATE WITH DESTINY

    Leah had just finished raking the leaves that had gathered at her shop’s entrance when she noticed the figure of a female approaching her. Decked out in a dark blue pea coat over her heavy wool sweater and jeans, Brandi’s morning face seemed preoccupied with doubt on that fresh autumn day.

    The cackling of crows flying overhead broadened the ambience of the cloudy sky, setting the stage for the uncanny developments moments away.

    “You’re not one to sleep in on Saturday”, Leah smirked in self-assurance, “Join me inside, the tea is already made.”

    Brandi’s long hair rolled over her shoulders, displaying her pretty face uncharacteristically free of cosmetics, “I’m not even sure why I’m here?”

    Leah opened the door, “But you are here. There’s no harm in talking.”

    Brandi silently climbed aboard the stool next to the counter, puffing up her cheeks to chipmunk proportions, she heavily sighed while Leah fetched the tea.

    Within minutes Leah returned with a platter that included her antique tea set, “I took the liberty of bringing some cookies, I made them myself.”

    Brandi tilted her head, conveying her refusal with the insipid gesture of her eyes.

    Leah casually spoke while pouring the hot water into the Victorian era cups , “Now dear, you have already abandoned your diet last night, a cookie won’t cause you any harm.”

    Brandi’s tongue rolled over her lips as she helped herself to a cookie, softly asking, “How is it that you know so much?”

    Leah enjoyed a cookie as well, “My history and ability is a topic for another time, it’s to your cause that we speak about Ben.”

    Brandi’s glum expression was replaced by a wholesome smile, “What would you like to know?”

    Leah drew closer, shifting her posture while stirring her tea, “It’s astonishing that you’re so precise in standards but still naïve. The combination of a conscientious upbringing and a pure heart.”

    Brandi pushed away her bangs, “Yeah well, I appreciate the compliment.”

    Leah’s brow crinkled while she looked over her bifocals, “Ben has you swooning, though should you make a move on him, it’ll only lead to heartbreak on his part.”

    “Huh?”, Brandi blinked, pausing before sipping her tea, “How can you be so sure?”

    Leah folded her hands over her lap, “Think. You’re among the popular crowd, essentially a celebrity or better yet, royalty.”

    Brandi softly chuckled, “Royalty? I admire your opinion.”

    Leah snapped back, “Don’t.”

    Brandi squinted in curiosity, bringing the tea cup to her succulent lips, “Why do I have the feeling you’re about to pull the carpet from under me?”

    Leah was to the point, “You’re obviously manipulated by your popularity and your friends. Ben is not a part of your world and whatever feelings you have for him will fall under the weight of peer pressure and you’ll eventually toss him aside. Ben does not deserve the sting of rejection.”

    Brandi’s tone matched her straightforward expression, “You don’t think I’m aware of that?”

    Leah furthered her explanation between sips of tea, “If even per chance you tried to assimilate Ben into your clique, Tracy and your other shallow friends would turn up every stone to sabotage it.”

    Brandi’s posture crumbled as she grabbed another cookie and began to nibble.

    Leah’s lips curved into a brilliant smile, “If you weren’t among the popular crowd, relaxed your standards in appearance, forming a relationship with Ben wouldn’t be so difficult.”

    Brandi sarcastically giggled, “If I had only known that like maybe five years ago!”

    Leah stood up, “I want to show you something.” Brandi slipped off the stool, once swiping another cookie, she followed Leah into the back of the antique shop.

    “Ta-da!”, Leah chimed as she pointed to a large mirror with oak trim, “Here’s the solution to your dilemma.”

    Brandi gobbled up the cookie while studying the mirror, “I bet that set you back a few dollars, but what’s your point?”

    Leah nodded, “That’s a fair question. I’ll put it to you like this. Every decision we make in life is a cause for circumstance. Taking a short cut home from school, you might meet a friend you would have never met otherwise. Delaying a trip to the mall, you might have walked in on an outrageous sale you would have missed.”

    Brandi flinched her eyebrows, “That makes sense.”

    Leah circled Brandi, “Had you’ve embraced you appetite instead of dieting, latched onto a less pretentious clique in school, you would have become a different person.”

    Leah gently placed her hands over Brandi’s shoulders, “I imagine Greg wouldn’t have fancied you the least nor would Tracy befriend a girl who didn’t share similar attributes?”

    Leah backed away, “Look onward into the mirror Brandi Wilkes, focus in depth and visualize a milieu of contented bliss……..”

    A frigid chill engulfed Brandi’s body and the room began to spin, “Leah, I feel……….”

    ….. Brandi discovered herself back at home, laying in bed, a dog-eared volume of James Joyce within her reach. She maneuvered herself upward, her eyes reeling in the vague differences to her room.

    The furniture was basically the same, though her bedroom appeared less ostentatious. Her vanity table lacked the usual clutter and Greg’s photo was missing from the corner of her mirror. A snapshot of Brandi with Mallory, taken at some school function was in its place.

    Brandi pulled away her blankets and purred in absolute mirth, “Remarkable.”

    Attired in a ordinary white T-shirt and funky pink with purple polka dot pajama bottoms, Brandi gazed upon her obviously well nourished figure.

    Her marginally larger breasts swayed downward as she rolled up her T-shirt and inspected her tummy. Squishy in texture, her belly protruded outward with dense roll situated around her navel region. Brandi playfully squeezed the doughy tissue then focused on her thighs that were prominently chunky, the largest portion bulging just below her wider hips.

    Anxious to receive a better look at her appearance, Brandi practically leaped out of bed and marched unto the mirror. Wide eyed she stared at her reflection that displayed a beautiful young lady with a healthy appetite. Her generously long, chestnut brown hair had lost it’s wavy substance, though now straight and resting over her shoulders, still manufactured a brilliant shine. Brandi’s facial appearance barely changed at all, exception being fuller cheeks and trivial double chin.

    Taking a step back, Brandi scrutinized her plumper figure. In addition to the modest increase in bust size and official potbelly, Brandi’s upper arms were a little bit thicker as was her waist. Her hips were wider, complimenting her now spacious butt and husky thighs. Not having a clue to her exact weight, Brandi wandered into the bathroom. Her search was in vain, no scale could be found. Realizing that the Brandi of this reality didn‘t care how much she weighed, she left the bathroom and journeyed to find her mother.

    Mrs. Wilkes was preparing for a trip to the supermarket when Brandi approached her, “Hey mom, can I use your scale?”

    Mrs. Wilkes discontinued brushing her hair, “I guess? It’s in my closet.”

    Brandi motioned to the closet and after wrangling through boxes of shoes, retrieved the scale. Brandi’s tongue skimmed over her lips as she stepped on the scale, announcing with bold laughter as she shook her swollen tummy, “148-pounds!”

    Mrs. Wilkes swung around, “You seem quite pleased with your weight, did you think you were heavier?”

    Brandi tilted her head and cheerfully smiled, “I can’t exactly say, but I think this will work.”

    Mrs. Wilkes grew a tad suspicious, “What’s got into you? You rarely weigh yourself. Could you be smitten with a young man?”

    Brandi dashed by her mother, “Yes, the guy I took to the lecture!”

    A few minutes later, Mrs. Wilkes entered the kitchen and discovered Brandi making breakfast, “Now I’m positive there’s something different about you, you never make your own breakfast.”

    Brandi responded with a stale expression that melted away as she spoke, “Not different mom, improved.”

    Mrs. Wilkes scratched her head, “Whoever this lad is, he’s certainly a major influence.”

    Brandi began frying a few strips of bacon, “The way you talk, you’d think I was lazy or something?”

    “But you’re never this ambitious!”, Mrs. Wilkes chuckled.

    Brandi returned the laughter, “I’m just entertaining my appetite!”

    Mrs. Wilkes acknowledged Brandi with a whimsical gesture, then proceeded toward the door, “I’m running out to the market, need anything?”

    Brandi pleasantly smiled, surrendering her inhibitions without regret, “Ice cream and cookies would be ideal.“

    Mrs. Wilkes replied with a perplexed gape, “What’s going on? You usually start another diet when you like a guy?”

    Brandi winked, “Not anymore.”

    The entire weekend Brandi lounged around the house taking advantage of her recently acquired persona. Without any airs to maintain a trim appearance, she actually ate to her heart’s content without feeling guilty about the surplus of calories. The only visitor that happened by was Mallory whom in this reality was Brandi’s best friend. Naturally Brandi shared details of her date with Ben and spoke majestically about going to his sister’s celebration.

    Mallory shared in the excitement, “He’s so soft spoken but nice, I think you’d make a wonderful couple.”

    Brandi was somewhat hesitant about becoming an item, since she was a little unsure how he would react to her plumper figure, “Yeah, I like him but it’s kind of early to call us a couple.”

    Ben did give Brandi a courtesy call and they talked over the course of an hour.

    “See you in School tomorrow”, Ben happily squeaked.

    “Sure thing”, Brandi replied with the same caliber of enthusiasm.

    Once the conversation came to a close, Brandi realized that Ben had no knowledge of her former preppy reality and genuinely accepted her without distinction to her fuller figure.

    “Cool!”, she chimed with a wide smile.

    After all, she was now just like Ben, another student outside of the popular sect.

    Massaging her squishy tummy in a circler motion, Brandi contemplated, “I wonder what Tracy and the rest of the elitist crowd will think of me now?”

    Pulling herself off the sofa, Brandi entered the kitchen where her mom was in the middle of a crossword puzzle.

    Mrs. Wilkes lifted her eyes to her daughter’s meandering around the fridge, “Are you sure you want to eat before bedtime?”

    Grasping the gallon of ice cream, Brandi turned to her mom, “I’m just going to have a banana split.”

    Mrs. Wilkes laid her pencil down, “You’ve always had a healthy appetite but you’re really outdoing yourself. Anything wrong?”

    Brandi dropped the gallon on the kitchen counter and then ventured back to the fridge for whipped cream, “I’ve never been better but I appreciate your concern.”

    Mrs. Wilkes peered over her glasses and smirked in a comical manner, “There’s just one explanation, you must be in love!”

    Brandi plopped a scoop of ice cream into a bowl, “Right now, the only romance I’m concerned with is this ice cream!”
     
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    Monday arrived and Brandi couldn’t decide what to wear for school. In her slimmer reality, Brandi would arrange her attire to flaunt her feminine assets, though this time around, it was a challenge. She couldn’t help feeling a little uncomfortable about her heftier figure, especially since she wasn’t used to being 148-pounds.

    Another matter was her clothes. The stylish variety of garments she owned were replaced by nice clothes but of a much more undistinguished style. Settling on a cherry red top that distinctly showed off her well endowed bust and powder blue jeans of an inferior brand, Brandi focused on her reflection in the mirror.

    Her muffin tops were significantly more noticeable and her tummy slightly bulged over the waistband. Turning sideways, she winced over the size of her big ass and even called her husky thighs, fat.

    “Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all?”, Brandi thought to herself.

    Seated at her vanity table, Brandi discovered that her vast supply of cosmetics had been depleted to almost nothing. Brandi looked over the quality of her feminine features, realizing that sans her materialistic lifestyle, cosmetics weren’t such a big deal.

    She ran her fingers through her hair, her spacious smile adding dimples to her cheeks, “I’m pretty enough to go natural.”

    Brandi grabbed her Dark Knight book bag, a novelty she didn’t have during her slim reality and made tracks down the stairs and into the kitchen. Though Brandi did engage in a nutritious breakfast at first light, she couldn’t resist a donut to nibble on while she walked to school. Waiting for Brandi on the porch swing was Mallory who looked nice but excessively casual in a pale green blouse and ratty blue jeans.

    Mallory glanced over Brandi, greeting her with a astute grin, “What did you get all dressed up for?”

    Brandi bit into the donut, “I’m not dressed up, this is the best I could find.”

    The friends shuffled down the stairs in sync, Mallory’s grin still intact, “Planning to meet up with Ben?”

    Brandi’s sparkling brown eyes and wide smile spoke volumes. It was a short jaunt to school, the pair walked across the football field, through the courtyard and up the steps. Unlike her previous role of popular babe, only a handful of students acknowledged her. Worst yet, only one male checked her out and to her own dumb luck, it was the seedy shop teacher.

    “We have a solid twenty minutes before class, want to grab something in the cafeteria?”, Mallory asked.

    Brandi intently observed a group of guys swaggering on by, practically bumping into the pair, though not one even as much said hello.

    Mallory loudly coughed to receive Brandi’s attention, Brandi shifted her concentration back to her friend, “Yeah, I could use something, anything to nibble.”

    Mallory was adamant in verse, “Which of those guys do you like best? I think Mason is by far the cutest but he’s dating Jessica, what’s her name?”

    Mallory kept chatting away, while Brandi was keen on her thoughts, “I‘m practically non-existent, this ordinary student rigmarole won‘t be easy.“

    Rounding the corner, the friends entered the cafeteria, Brandi still pondering over her status, “On the positive side, Ben should be more receptive toward me, he has no competition.”

    Brandi watched as Mallory strolled over to the serving counter and helped herself to a slice of pie and glass of milk. Sliding up next to Mallory, Brandi did the same, a slice of chocolate cake tempting her appetite instead of pie. Brandi sat down at a table next to Mallory, her eyes tapering as she noticed a pair of cheerleaders walking by.

    Gesturing hello with a friendly smile, they looked at Brandi but refused any kind of recognition. Brandi become consciously aware of what Mallory dealt with on a daily basis. It didn’t matter that Mallory was sweet or kind or intelligent. It was the bitter result of not fitting into what was perceived as attractive.

    Brandi sipped her milk, watching the cheerleaders swing by another table, addressing a couple of svelte young ladies with similar attributes. Brandi comprehended the fact, she now shared the same social rank as Mallory. However, her attitude and treatment toward Mallory weighed all the more heavily on her mind.

    “Was I really all that shallow?”, Brandi questioned unto herself, “Did I choose Tracy as a friend over Mallory because of superficial reasons?”

    Brandi sighed, it was the truth.

    “What’s on your mind?”, Mallory enquired.

    Brandi delicately sampled a morsel of cake , “What if we do something together after school, just you and me?”

    Mallory released a whole hearted chuckle, “We always get together after school, what’s with making it seem so special?”

    Brandi briefly closed her eyes, genuinely oblivious to their naturally routine, she articulately strove to amend her error.

    “I just realized your friendship is a great privilege”, Brandi announced while ecstatically bobbing her head.

    Mallory answered back with the broadest of smiles, “It’s nice to be appreciated, thanks. I feel exactly the same about you.”

    School advanced throughout the day and Brandi made a winning effort in accepting her lower rung on the social ladder status. She ran into Ben twice, a fleeting moment in the hall between classes and later they shared a few words during lunch.

    “My family is really anxious to meet you”, Ben told Brandi, his eyes flickering with affection.

    “I’m looking forward to meeting them too”, Brandi cheerfully replied.

    Brandi momentarily became distracted when she noticed Tracy leaning up against Greg, her arm wrapped around his waist.

    “This reality worked well for you too, Tracy”, Brandi thought to herself.

    Ben gently nudged Brandi’s shoulder, “I have to run, I’m supposed to meet the guys in the film room.”

    Her brown eyes swelled, “Call me later?”

    “Sure will!”, Ben stated with purpose before high tailing it out of the cafeteria.

    Brandi slid into her seat, bringing her hand to her forehead, “Did I ask him to call me? I've told guys to call me but never asked. Where‘s my self-esteem?”

    A voice from behind giggled, “Talking to yourself?”

    Brandi rotated her head and saw the tremendously stunning Heidi Brun standing within inches of her.

    Heidi’s short brown hair was arranged in a preppy style that complimented her cute face while her trim figure looked outrageously chic in a pink and black T-shirt and black skirt.

    Brandi tripped over her tongue, “Yes, no um, well?”

    Heidi smiled like a shrew, “I knew you were a dork, I didn’t know you were a basket case too.”

    Brandi was usually ever ready with a sarcastic comment, though in this reality she lacked self-confidence. Feeling the scorching sensation of awkwardness, Brandi looked at the preppy student and weakly uttered, “Ah maybe you’re the dork?”

    Heidi laughed as she walked away, “Sure, next you’ll tell me you don’t have thunder thighs!”

    Brandi rolled her eyes, “Oh darn, What’s wrong with me?”

    A wide eyed Brandi questioned in a soft tone, “Did I just say darn?”

    Pondering over her struggle to accurately defend herself as well as her fragile vocabulary, the reason became crystal clear; her persona was becoming modified to reflect her new reality. Brandi was more than just a pudgy young lady but a soft spoken Milquetoast maiden.

    (Continued in post 23 of this thread)
     
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    I am finding this very hot. I try to explain why.

    BBW:s are number one, always been and always will. Status-changes come good second. To combine those with credible dialogue and nice descriptions about a person's feelings and realization of the changes, physical and mental, that is great!
    When all that (and more) is done with credibility, good taste and attention to details - it is wonderful art. :) Wow!
     

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