Page 58 of All I Want is You this Christmas Final

“I can tell by your expression you need me desperatel

y.” Tammy took Anna Beth by the arm and led her to the fitting rooms, unlocking one of the doors for her. “Go inside and I’ll bring you some bras. 36D?”

“Man, you are good.”

“It’s my job, dear. Just think of me as your fairy godmother, but with better style. I’m going to Bibbity Bobbity Boo you to fab town.”

Tammy closed the door and Anna Beth sat down on the leather bench, releasing a heavy sigh. She took off her shoes, trying to get in the mood for a fashion montage. It probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to buy some new bras and panties. Most of her panties came from a multi-pack.

She was standing in her bra and undies when Tammy knocked.

“I’ve got some things for you, Anna Beth.”

Anna Beth opened the door a few inches, but the stack of items Tammy held was too large to fit through. She opened it wider and Tammy looked down, gasping.

“What are those?”

“My underwear?”

“Oh, honey, women who wear that underwear either hate sex, or are experiencing that time of the month.” She shook her head in disappointment, the spiky mohawk unflinchingly stiff. “This is worse than I thought. I’m going to look through our special section and pick out some styles to go with the bras I brought you. Let the beautification commence.”

When she closed the door again, Anna Beth stood there for several moments. Olive came back to check on her, knocking. “You alright in there?”

Anna Beth poked her head out with a scowl. “Tammy made fun of my underwear.”

“Are you wearing granny panties?”

“They’re briefs!”

“You deserve it.” Olive rolled her eyes. “Come on, A.B., stop being stubborn and try some things on. You’ll feel better, I promise.”

Anna Beth shut the door, silently grumbling as she tried on one of the lacy bras in electric blue and gray. She had to admit, her boobs looked amazing in it. Not that anyone else would admire them, but still, it was a pretty bra.

She slid on a black dress that hugged her body like a second skin. The cowl neck drooped low, showing off hints of cleavage when she moved.

“Anna Beth? You got something to show us?”

When she stepped out of the room, Tammy, Olive, and a few other ladies stared, awestruck, as she walked toward them.

“Is it too tight?”

Tammy’s hands flew to her mouth dramatically. “Oh my Graceland. You look fantastic. I have two more dresses you need to try and several tops.” Tammy flew to a rack, tossing several items over one arm with super speed. “If I’d known what you were hiding under that blue sweater, I’d have been better prepared.”

Olive stood off to the side, grinning. “You look beautiful, A.B. How do you feel?”

Anna Beth looked in the mirror, turning to the left and right.

“Better, actually. Much better.”

“Good,” Olive said. “This is just what you need to put Jared Cross out of your mind.”

“What about Jared Cross?” Tammy asked as she hung the items, she’d chosen inside Anna Beth’s dressing room.

Anna Beth shot Olive a desperate look, but she either didn’t see or ignored it because she kept talking. “He blew Anna Beth off because they were getting too close.”

Tammy clucked sympathetically. “I’m sorry, honey. Apparently, that’s his M.O., though.”

This piqued her interest. “What do you mean?”