Eventually she was escorted out of the shop by Ms. Brendan. They bought a lot of dresses, Donna didn’t even know how many, and other items, such as ...hoes (all high heeled of course, according to Ms. Brendan’s taste), stockings etc., and when they left she could see the whole store staring at them, and she almost could see the gossip filling the air. Yet she didn’t mind at all. Not now, not in her blissful moment of old forgotten dreams come true!Outside of the shop they gave the boxes and bags. “Baby, I didn’t have anywhere I wanted to go, anything I wanted to do, I took the crap I had to take but then I signed up for a course in creative writing. The prick I had for a prof failed me, Jeff Philips was his name or something like that; anyhow he failed me, I had to repeat the course but he goosed the bug. I wanted to write. I took the course again and passed, he even gave me some encouraging words; said he saw some talent, if I applied myself I might could go somewhere. I guess he saw. ”Meka nodded at me, so I explained about our asking Brit for ideas and how she had suggested both fabric paint and body paint.“Oh, that sounds wicked cool! I wish I could take part.”“Well, that’s why I needed to talk to you two. Brit won’t tell everyone what her plan is, but she did say that it would be quite ... sexy.” I looked straight at Brett and added, “She said your part would be as a model of sort. Rather, she wants your arms and hands as models.” I tuned to Lana and said, “And we could. Her hair was up and back, accenting her bare, well defined shoulders. Her makeup was already pristine, completing the picture of a very beautiful girl.She had a problem though: she had bought this dress for prom before trying it on, and now, ten minutes before her boy friend was supposed to pick her up in five minutes. See, Kathrine had a secret. It had started years ago, when she was sixteen. While the girls around her were blossoming into women, she was left behind, at least in some regards..