Female Inflation

She sat there staring into a mirror fixing her make up. Her extremely straight bright red hair fell to just over her shoulders, her fringe cut dead straight. She puckered her lips and painted some dark red gloss lipstick onto them. She sighed and looked at the suit hanging up next to her dressing table. She wasn't in the mood tonight for another cabaret show. The suit was a one piece affair, though it looked like it had jodhpurs, a red tuxedo coat and tails and a built in low cut blouse shirt, it was a special commission for the show.

"Hey there, stranger." Natasha said, as I walked in. "How goes the fitness regime?"

"Boring as hell." I replied. "If she's not making me eat rabbit food, she's dragging me out of bed at 5am to go for a run."

"Why are you with her again?"

I didn't answer.

Karen stood anxiously near the mouth of the huge waterslide that lay before her. Karen had straightened, golden-blonde hair that went to her armpits, giving her a glowing aura around her. She wore a white, two-piece bikini, its elastic hugging her curves nicely, and stood at 5’3. She stood silently as her friends chatted ahead of her.