"Oooo. Girl, you've got one fine apple booty!"
Natalie shrieked and grabbed her towel to cover herself before turning to her roommate, who had just come through the door.
"Jesus, Shawna, you scared me!"
"Sorry, Nat. Didn't know you were getting dressed."
"Well, I am. Maybe you could, uh, look away for a few seconds while I get something on."
"And miss that booty? Hell no! Where have you been hiding it, anyway?"
"I'm not hiding anything, I just prefer to dress modestly, you know."
"Modestly? Girl, you wear sweat suits ninety percent of the time and the other ten you've got on a flannel shirt and overalls."
"That's what I like."
"I know, but with what I saw, you should be struttin' your stuff."
"You know I'm not like that."
"Yeah, I know. Here," she said as she approached her roomie, "Let's see what else you've got."
"Shawna! You're embarrassing me! Now let me get dressed."
"Nope," she said with a big grin, "You're gonna have to get dressed with me sitting here and watching. That little towel can't cover you forever, you know."
"I'm beginning to wonder about you and what team you bat for."
"Oh, I play with guys' bats," she laughed, "Believe me. I just wanna see what you've been hiding all these weeks."
Natalie was a freshman at Downstate U and had been sharing a dorm room with the frisky and, at times, sassy black sophomore Shawna. For the six weeks they lived together, they had bonded nicely even though they had different majors and vastly different backgrounds. Natalie was extremely modest and always changed clothes in a cubicle in the shower room or when Shawna was out of their room. And Shawna's bursting into their room was the first time Natalie had been seen undressed.
"I'm not hiding, I'm just..."
"Come on. You are too hiding. Let me see that cute little ass of yours. I can wait all day," she giggled.
"Promise you won't laugh?"
"Laugh? Girl, from what I saw, I'll probably die of envy. Come on, drop the towel. Get it over with."
After taking in a deep breath to calm her nerves but with her heart racing, Natalie stood up, faced her roomie and slowly brought the towel down to her side. There was silence as Shawna looked at her, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.
"Holy shit, Nat. You are, your bod is some kinda special. Girl, you're beautiful."
"Oh, I'm not, I mean..."
"Shit, don't talk that way 'bout yourself. Here, let's put you in front of this mirror and check things out." Shawna took Natalie by the hand and led her to the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door. Standing behind her and gently placing hands on the shoulders, Shawna lightly shook her roommate to get her to look up at the mirror.
"OK, let's take it from the top. Hair: Not bad, not bad at all. Full, curly, brunette. You normally wear it in a pony tail but right now, it looks full and luscious. I bet if you wore it up off your neck in some kinda twist, you'd look sexy as hell."
"Mmm."
"Now, your face, I've always liked your face. Blue eyes, cute button nose and dimples when you smile. Nicer when you're wearing contacts. God, I'm surprised the guys haven't come after you...oh wait, they can't get past your frumpy clothes."
"They're not frumpy, they're..."
"Frumpy! Admit it: Your clothes are a major guy repellent. Now, on to the girls. You've got some serious guy bait there, if only they knew about them. Nice sized, way more than a handful but not huge and droopy. Firm. God, I just love those little nips and how they stick out. Show those off with a nice, thin top and I'll have to pry the guys off you."
"You think they're OK?"
"OK? OK? What did I just say?
Major
guy bait. Your ta-tas put half the Sports Illustrated models to shame...and the other half wouldn't even try to compete. If I was into women, I'd so be into these girls. Now, further south you've got a toned, flat tummy I'd die to have. I've got five pounds of flab I can't get rid of but yours...Jeez."
"I never knew tummies were so important."
"Well, they are. Now, further down you've got some serious curves with your hips. You got the hourglass thing down perfect. Nice hips but not flabby. And look! Same with your walking sticks."
"Walking sticks?"
"Legs! Your legs are curvy, toned and not an ounce of cellulite. Shit, making me envious all the sudden. Now, back up to the main event. Your cooch."
"Shaw, this is so embarrassing," she said as she tried to cover herself.
Playfully slapping at Natalie's hands, Shawna went on, "Get those hands away. Let's see. Carpet matches the drapes, that's good, but there is a little too much carpet, don't you think?"
"But if no one's gonna see, why should I shave or anything?"
"Girl, you're at college. You never know when you suddenly will be with a guy and you want him to go downtown. Never hurts to be ready."
"But I don't want to shave it all."
"Then don't. Most girls I know shave the lips and trim the fur above, you know, keep it tidy."
"Isn't shaving kinda hard...and dangerous?"
"Like everything else, it takes a little practice. Once you're good at it, it'll just be part of your shower thing. Now, for the best part. Turn around and hold this mirror. Look at your apple ass."
"Apple ass?"
"Yeah, apple ass. Round, firm, sweet and so juicy guys will want to eat it."
"Ewww."
"Nat, it's just an expression but your ass is a world class ass. I think mine, like a lot of my sisters', is too big, but I still get attention. But yours! If the guys only knew what you have hidden in your sweats, I'd have to sleep in the hall so I wouldn't have to listen to you goin' at it."
"So, you're saying...?"
"What I'm saying is you're a solid 'nine' and with some grooming, work on your hair and makeup, you'd be a smoking 'ten,' that's what I'm saying."
The response was a soft, "Really?"
"Yes. Really. Now, go ahead and get dressed and then we need to do some serious planning for you...Wait! Wait a goddamn second! Granny panties? Nat! No! You can't be serious! Not granny panties!"
"They're, they're all I got. I like 'em. Comfortable."
"OK, OK. Put 'em on but you and I are going shopping tomorrow. You can't be wearing those...and what,
what
is that?"
"My bra?"
"That's not a bra, that's a full chest body armor. No wonder I never knew you had such nice girls. You keep 'em all hidden and squished. Come on, put a nicer bra on, at least."
"This is all I've got, well this kind and my sports bras"
"Sally's Slinkies, here we come. When are you done with classes tomorrow?"
"Two thirty."
"Good, meet me here at a quarter to three and bring your credit card. Girl, we've got work to do."
That night, while Shawna slumbered softly in her bed across the room, Natalie lay awake thinking about the day. She had always been modest once she hit puberty. She liked guys but was shy around them. During the last few years of high school, she had gradually adopted a clothing style mainly to deflect unwanted attention from some of the jerks who thought themselves God's gift to women. Still, she had dated a few times in high school, nothing wild or passionate, and even went to her senior prom with Irving, a pimple-faced nerd who got too handsy during the slow dances. Once most of the jerks and jocks ignored her, she was far happier and continued to wear similar clothes at the U.
But Shawna had opened her eyes. Sure, it had been shocking and embarrassing, but for the first time, Natalie realized she might be attractive, truly attractive. Shawna had even said 'beautiful.' She had assumed jerks in high school were envious of her smarts, her GPA and her valedictorian status but maybe they were more interested in her looks, after all. Eventually, sleep won over her racing mind though her dreams kept taking her back to being naked, not in front of Shawna but in front of her entire biochemistry class.
Sally's Slinkies, located in a strip mall near the campus, featured several mannequins wearing the skimpiest underclothing imaginable. Natalie's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she realized a woman wearing such undies would be next to naked. 'Might as well go commando,' she thought.
"Come on, Girl," said Shawna as she grabbed Nat's hand and nearly dragged her into the shop. "Hi, Sally, we're here to fix this girl up!"
"Oh, I'm not Sally, there's no Sally, actually. I'm Mandy. What can I do to help you today?"
"Mandy, this is my roomie Natalie and she needs a complete makeover in the panties and bra world. She wears, well, forget what she has on now, but we want to see what you got."
"Hi, Natalie. What size are you, anyway?"
"Uh, I usually wear a small or medium for panties."
"OK, let's do a quick waist measurement. Come in back here where I can measure you. Here, slip off your clothes and I'll be right with you."
In the dressing room Natalie stood for a few nervous seconds wondering how much to take off before she heard Shawna and Mandy walking towards her. Once the curtain was pulled back, there was a sickening silence as Mandy eyed her.
"Uh, Natalie, I need you to take, uh, take those things off."
"Everything?" she squeaked.
"Everything. And we will take them outside and burn them for you for no extra charge," she snickered. "Now, off with them."
Natalie reluctantly stripped, dropped her things onto the chair and turned, facing the clerk.
"You're quite attractive, know that?"
"Um, I guess."
"No, seriously. Your figure is to die for."
"See, Nat? I told you that yesterday."
"So, you two an item?"
"No!" exclaimed Natalie, "We're roomies at the U."
"Oh, well, good. Here, let's get started. Undies are the easiest. Let's see, your waist is, uh huh, got it and just for good measure I'll check your tush size."
"You need that?"
"Sometimes. So, what are you looking for."