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Subject: Fwd: [Fw: The Reunion (girls view)]
> In a message dated 10/13/2000 9:34:47 AM Central Daylight Time,
> marcialuck@usa.net writes:
>
> << > > > "The Reunion"
> > > >> I prepared for it like any "intelligent" woman would. I went on a
> > > >stavation
> > > >> diet the day before, knowing that all the extra weight would just
> melt
> > > off
> > > >in
> > > >> 24 hours, leaving me with my trim high school girl body. The last
> many
> > > >years
> > > >> of careful cellulite collection would just be gone with a snap of
a
> > > >finger.
> > > >> I knew if I didn't eat a morsel on Friday, that I could probably
fit
> > into
> > > >my
> > > >> senior formal on Saturday.
> > > >>
> > > >> Trotting up to the attic, I pulled the gown out of the garment bag
> and
> > > >> carried it lovingly downstairs, ran my hand over the fabric and
hung
> it
> > > on
> > > >> the door.
> > > >>
> > > >> I stripped naked, looked in the mirror, sighed and thought, "Well,
> > okay,
> > > >> maybe if I shift it all to the back..." (Bodies never have
pockets
> > where
> > > >you
> > > >> need them.)
> > > >>
> > > >> Bravely, I took the gown off the hanger, unzipped the shimmering
> dress
> > > and
> > > >> stepped gingerly into it. I struggled, twisted, turned and pulled
> and
> > I
> > > >got
> > > >> the formal all the way up to..... my knees before the zipper gave
> out.
> > I
> > > >was
> > > >> disappointed. I wanted to wear that dress with hose silver
platform
> > > >sandals
> > > >> again and dance the night away. Okay -- one setback was not going
to
> > > >spoil
> > > >> my mood for this affair. No way! Rolling the dress into a ball
and
> > > >tossing
> > > >> it into the corner, I turned to Plan B -- the black velvet caftan.
> > > >>
> > > >> I gathered up all the goodies that I had purchased at the drug
store:
> > the
> > > >> scented shower gel, the body building and highlighting shampoo and
> > > >> conditioner, and the split end killer and shine enhancer. Soon my
> hair
> > > >would
> > > >> look like that girl's in the Pantene ads. Then I got the makeup,
the
> > > >under
> > > >> eye "Ain't No Lines Here" firming cream, the all-day facelifting
> > gravity
> > > >> fighting moisturizer with wrinkle filler spackle, the all-day
"kiss
> me
> > > >till
> > > >> my lips bleed and see if this gloss will come off" lipstick, the
> > bronzing
> > > >> face powder for that special glow -- but first, the roll-on facial
> hair
> > > >> remover. I could feel the wrinkles shuddering in fear.
> > > >>
> > > >> OK -- time to get ready. I jumped into the steaming shower,
soaped,
> > > >> lathered, rinsed, shaved, tweezed, buffed, scrubbed and scoured my
> body
> > > to
> > > >a
> > > >> tingling pink. I plastered my freshly scrubbed face with the
> > > >anti-wrinkle,
> > > >> gravity fighting "Your face will look like a baby's butt" face
cream.
> > > >>
> > > >> I set my hair on the hot rollers. I felt wonderful! Ready to
take
> on
> > > the
> > > >> world or in this instance, my underwear.
> > > >>
> > > >> With the towel firmly wrapped around my glistening body, I pulled
out
> > the
> > > >> black lacy, tummy-tucking cellulite-pushing, hamhock-rounding
girdle
> > and
> > > >the
> > > >> matching "lifting those bosoms like they're filled with helium"
bra.
> I
> > > >> greased my body with the scented body lotion and began the plunge.
I
> > > >pulled,
> > > >> stretched, tugged, hiked, folded, tucked, twisted, shimmied,
hopped,
> > > >pushed,
> > > >> wiggled, snapped shook, caterpillar crawled and kicked. Sweat
poured
> > off
> > > >my
> > > >> forehead but I was done. And it didn't look bad. So I rested a
> > > >> well-deserved rest too.
> > > >>
> > > >> The girdle was on my body. Bounce a quarter off my behind? It was
> > > tighter
> > > >> than a trampoline. Can you say, "Rubber baby buggy bumper butt"?
> Okay,
> > > so
> > > >I
> > > >> had to take baby steps and walk sideways and I couldn't move from
my
> > butt
> > > >> cheeks to my knees. But I was firm!
> > > >>
> > > >> Oh no...I had to go to the bathroom and there wasn't a snap
crotch.
> > From
> > > >now
> > > >> on, undies gotta have a snap crotch. I was ready to rip it open
and
> > > >restitch
> > > >> the crotch with Velcro. But the pain factor from past experiments
was
> > > >still
> > > >> fresh in my mind. I quickly side-stepped to the bathroom. An
hour
> > > later,
> > > >I
> > > >> had answered nature's call and repeated the struggle into the
girdle.
> > I
> > > >was
> > > >> ready for the bra.
> > > >>
> > > >> I remembered what the saleslady said to do. I could see her
glossed
> > lips
> > > >> mouthing, "Do not fasten the bra in the front and twist it
wround --
> > put
> > > >the
> > > >> bra on the way it should be worn -- straps over the shoulders,
bend
> > over
> > > >and
> > > >> gently place both breasts inside the cups." It's easy if you have
> four
> > > >> hands. But, with confidence, I put my arms into the holsters,
bent
> > over
> > > >and
> > > >> pulled the bra down, but the boobs weren't cooperating. I'd no
> sooner
> > > >tuck
> > > >> one in a cup, and while placing the other, the first would slip
out.
> I
> > > >> needed a strategy. I bounced up and down a few times, tried to
> dribble
> > > >them
> > > >> in with short bunny hopes, but that didn't work. So while bent
over,
> I
> > > >began
> > > >> rocking gently back and forth on my heels and toes and I set'em to
> > > >swinging.'
> > > >> Finally., on the fourth swing, pause and lift! I captured the
> gliding
> > > >> glands! Quickly fastening the back of the bra, I stood up for
> > > >examination.
> > > >>
> > > >> Back straight, slightly arched, I turned and faced the mirror,
> turning
> > > >front
> > > >> and then sideways. I smiled. Yes, Houston, we have a lift up!
> > > >>
> > > >> My breasts were high, firm and there was cleavage! I was happy
until
> I
> > > >tried
> > > >> to look down. I had a chin-rest! And I couldn't see my feet. I
> still
> > > >had
> > > >> to put on my pantyhose and shoes. Why did I buy heels with
buckles?
> > > >>
> > > >> And then, I had to pee again.
> > > >>
> > > >> I think I'll go fix myself a drink and skip the %#$@! reunion!
> > > >
> > >
> >>
>
>
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> Subject: The Reunion (girls view)
>
>
> >
> > > "The Reunion"
> > >> I prepared for it like any "intelligent" woman would. I went on a
> > >stavation
> > >> diet the day before, knowing that all the extra weight would just
melt
> > off
> > >in
> > >> 24 hours, leaving me with my trim high school girl body. The last
many
> > >years
> > >> of careful cellulite collection would just be gone with a snap of a
> > >finger.
> > >> I knew if I didn't eat a morsel on Friday, that I could probably fit
> into
> > >my
> > >> senior formal on Saturday.
> > >>
> > >> Trotting up to the attic, I pulled the gown out of the garment bag
and
> > >> carried it lovingly downstairs, ran my hand over the fabric and hung
it
> > on
> > >> the door.
> > >>
> > >> I stripped naked, looked in the mirror, sighed and thought, "Well,
> okay,
> > >> maybe if I shift it all to the back..." (Bodies never have pockets
> where
> > >you
> > >> need them.)
> > >>
> > >> Bravely, I took the gown off the hanger, unzipped the shimmering
dress
> > and
> > >> stepped gingerly into it. I struggled, twisted, turned and pulled
and
> I
> > >got
> > >> the formal all the way up to..... my knees before the zipper gave
out.
> I
> > >was
> > >> disappointed. I wanted to wear that dress with hose silver platform
> > >sandals
> > >> again and dance the night away. Okay -- one setback was not going to
> > >spoil
> > >> my mood for this affair. No way! Rolling the dress into a ball and
> > >tossing
> > >> it into the corner, I turned to Plan B -- the black velvet caftan.
> > >>
> > >> I gathered up all the goodies that I had purchased at the drug store:
> the
> > >> scented shower gel, the body building and highlighting shampoo and
> > >> conditioner, and the split end killer and shine enhancer. Soon my
hair
> > >would
> > >> look like that girl's in the Pantene ads. Then I got the makeup, the
> > >under
> > >> eye "Ain't No Lines Here" firming cream, the all-day facelifting
> gravity
> > >> fighting moisturizer with wrinkle filler spackle, the all-day "kiss
me
> > >till
> > >> my lips bleed and see if this gloss will come off" lipstick, the
> bronzing
> > >> face powder for that special glow -- but first, the roll-on facial
hair
> > >> remover. I could feel the wrinkles shuddering in fear.
> > >>
> > >> OK -- time to get ready. I jumped into the steaming shower, soaped,
> > >> lathered, rinsed, shaved, tweezed, buffed, scrubbed and scoured my
body
> > to
> > >a
> > >> tingling pink. I plastered my freshly scrubbed face with the
> > >anti-wrinkle,
> > >> gravity fighting "Your face will look like a baby's butt" face cream.
> > >>
> > >> I set my hair on the hot rollers. I felt wonderful! Ready to take
on
> > the
> > >> world or in this instance, my underwear.
> > >>
> > >> With the towel firmly wrapped around my glistening body, I pulled out
> the
> > >> black lacy, tummy-tucking cellulite-pushing, hamhock-rounding girdle
> and
> > >the
> > >> matching "lifting those bosoms like they're filled with helium" bra.
I
> > >> greased my body with the scented body lotion and began the plunge. I
> > >pulled,
> > >> stretched, tugged, hiked, folded, tucked, twisted, shimmied, hopped,
> > >pushed,
> > >> wiggled, snapped shook, caterpillar crawled and kicked. Sweat poured
> off
> > >my
> > >> forehead but I was done. And it didn't look bad. So I rested a
> > >> well-deserved rest too.
> > >>
> > >> The girdle was on my body. Bounce a quarter off my behind? It was
> > tighter
> > >> than a trampoline. Can you say, "Rubber baby buggy bumper butt"?
Okay,
> > so
> > >I
> > >> had to take baby steps and walk sideways and I couldn't move from my
> butt
> > >> cheeks to my knees. But I was firm!
> > >>
> > >> Oh no...I had to go to the bathroom and there wasn't a snap crotch.
> From
> > >now
> > >> on, undies gotta have a snap crotch. I was ready to rip it open and
> > >restitch
> > >> the crotch with Velcro. But the pain factor from past experiments was
> > >still
> > >> fresh in my mind. I quickly side-stepped to the bathroom. An hour
> > later,
> > >I
> > >> had answered nature's call and repeated the struggle into the girdle.
> I
> > >was
> > >> ready for the bra.
> > >>
> > >> I remembered what the saleslady said to do. I could see her glossed
> lips
> > >> mouthing, "Do not fasten the bra in the front and twist it wround --
> put
> > >the
> > >> bra on the way it should be worn -- straps over the shoulders, bend
> over
> > >and
> > >> gently place both breasts inside the cups." It's easy if you have
four
> > >> hands. But, with confidence, I put my arms into the holsters, bent
> over
> > >and
> > >> pulled the bra down, but the boobs weren't cooperating. I'd no
sooner
> > >tuck
> > >> one in a cup, and while placing the other, the first would slip out.
I
> > >> needed a strategy. I bounced up and down a few times, tried to
dribble
> > >them
> > >> in with short bunny hopes, but that didn't work. So while bent over,
I
> > >began
> > >> rocking gently back and forth on my heels and toes and I set'em to
> > >swinging.'
> > >> Finally., on the fourth swing, pause and lift! I captured the
gliding
> > >> glands! Quickly fastening the back of the bra, I stood up for
> > >examination.
> > >>
> > >> Back straight, slightly arched, I turned and faced the mirror,
turning
> > >front
> > >> and then sideways. I smiled. Yes, Houston, we have a lift up!
> > >>
> > >> My breasts were high, firm and there was cleavage! I was happy until
I
> > >tried
> > >> to look down. I had a chin-rest! And I couldn't see my feet. I
still
> > >had
> > >> to put on my pantyhose and shoes. Why did I buy heels with buckles?
> > >>
> > >> And then, I had to pee again.
> > >>
> > >> I think I'll go fix myself a drink and skip the %#$@! reunion!
> > >
> >
> >
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> >
>
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