Elma could not hold back from laughing now. So far, she'd been having a swell time in the giant walk-in closet. From trying on multiple pajamas to pulling off the classic girl look, she could not help giggling away her excitement over the many looks of herself she had captured on camera; her phone's selfie camera.
Currently, she'd reverted to 'regular demand' fit. The difference though was that the jeans she had on did not feel like any jeans she'd ever worn before. Also, the T-shirt; crispy white. All of which smelled like a million-fucking-dollars worth.
One-click.
Two clicks.
Three…
This was starting to feel so good, she thought.
