DownUnderNZer another dream and then I will add thoughts to the last two.
I was at an upscale beach resort where a top fashion designer was having a runway show. I'm not sure if I was actually attending the show or just managed to get plucked of of the boardwalk. The was a problem, the designer was frantic, he needed to replace the model for his featured swimsuit. I was pulled in, I can see the concert as the designer eyes me, I'm at least 15-20 years older than the other models and only 5ft 2in bare foot (157.5cm?), and though thin my frame is medium, making me appear thicker in certain items of clothing.
The designer standing one arm folded at his waist, the other hand cupping his chin scowled. Then in a fit of frustration threw his hands in the air, turned, and shouted,
"MAKE IT WORK!" at the dressers.
uuuugh The dressers scurried around quickly, pulling the suit in two different colors and tree different sizes. I was shifting nervously hoping beyond hope that this wasn't going to be a G-String type of situation..
lol no one wants to see old ass, right..
gaaaaaawd how I did not turn and run is beyond me, but then again this is a dream, RIGHT?
The dressers chose the suit they wanted me in and dressed me, It was f'ing fabulous!! Full coverage just to let you know.
grins It was a strapless bikini cut low in the cleavage and had skimpy bottoms. Along the entire top and bottom edge of the suits top was a dangling fringe of beads. The top fringe dangled to the bottom edge of the top and the bottom fringe dangled a few inches lower slightly obscuring my upper belly. The gemstone fringe on the bottoms was attached to the waistband as it were and fell to below my bum creating sort of a skirt or a curtain of beads hiding the bottoms.
Odd it seemed that no matter the size of the garment they all fit me to perfection. I was unsure if they were transforming me or I them. In the mean time the show had begun, now dressed I went to the board that had the order inwhich we were to line up on it and I Had Been SKIPPED!
I was furious after all these people have put me though, looking me over like I was an object without feeling, judging my usefulness when it was THEY who needed ME!!
I spied the designer off to the side of the stage and hurried over to him to demand to know the meaning of this.. As I approached the designers face lit up, he hurried toward me putting his arm around my shoulder and before I could utter a word he pushed me into line and snapped at the stagger to get me on next. The suit was a smash and no sooner had I gotten off stage they were hurrying me into to the next bikini, everything about the style was the same, just the color and size were different.
Again this bathing suit fit me like second skin. I had never seen anything like it. I wasn't yet over the amazement when I was nudged out onto the runway again. This repeats with the third bathing suit, It was the grand finally bikini, this suit it was the same color as the first with a tiny bit more sparkle, different size of course and it fit like a dream.
After the finally the designer rushed to me, he could not believe what I was able to do with his bikini. Others had put it on, but no one else could transform it into a part of themselves the way I could. He told me that I must not take it off. I must wear it now out on the beach for everyone to see.
That is exactly what I did. It made me feel young and beautiful. In the water like like a Mermaid when I emerged from the water I was not wet. I knew I would never be without it again. and, It seemed that the designer agreed
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