I went back to my bedroom and got my dress. I held it up in front of me looking at it in the mirror as I held it against my body. I stepped into it fr...m the top and pulled it up my legs and slid my arms through the straps. After a few minutes of pulling and adjusting it I finally had it on right. It fit very well, snug but not so tight that it showed my bra straps or garter belt. The bottom had just a slight flare to it and a nice slit so it hung a little loose on my thighs. I stood there. . large. I was sticking out in places where I didn't even have places a few months ago. And so mature. I sensed a schism between me and the young people who frequent every mall. I wasn't a kid anymore. I was a full- grown woman wearing grandma underwear because nothing else fits and I badly need the support. I hefted my tremendous bosom and watched it sway and ripple as it fell back down. I was 'all woman' now... and I was a fat woman. Yet I was only 25. I was sentenced to this spandex prison. ” Then she saw the look on his face. “You mean it, don’t you? You’ll order them to change their set up to co-ed?” she asked.“Not quite. A separate women’s university is the best we could achieve at the moment, but I could force the main university to be the examining body and to award degrees fairly. How do you fancy being Vice-Chancellor and Professor of Mathematics?”It was a trick question, but she saw it just in time.“Yes, I’d love it,” she enthused, “And I could use some of my spare time to. Almost. His eyes went down to his feet. There, a few inches away in the grass, lay a fish, a bit bigger than his foot. It moved occasionally, as if trying to will itself back into the water. He took a half step back."Wow. I've never seen someone catch a fish." No?" The man turned to look at him. Zak shrugged."Nah. Just on TV. That doesn't count." That it doesn't." Tom gave him a longer look. "Want to give..."He stopped, looking into the water. Zak looked too, seeing the floating thing vanish.