"Holy shit." Staring at my reflection in Lisa's full-length mirror, the transformation is amazing.
Lisa's jeans hug my curves like they were made for me, accentuating the newfound definition of my legs. I twist, admiring how my butt looks. Damn. Jericho's torture sessions are paying off.
Lisa grins at me from her perch on the bed, surrounded by a sea of discarded tops. "See? I told you we're basically the same size now."
I run my hands over my hips, marveling at the fit. "I've always been too big for your clothes. This is wild." Ever since I took over the meals and grocery shopping, the one luxury I'd ever been able to afford was eating a little extra. It translated to a smidgen of extra padding and a little tummy flub. Running from the pack burned off the rest of it.
"Well, get used to it, babe. We're going to be trading clothes all the time now." Lisa tosses a silky black top at me. "Try this one with it."
