Midnight Carnival, by Tainted Sins

Chapter 3
The Dressing Room

Chapter Description: By Tainted Sins

Midnight Carnival (03/16): The Dressing Room

Stephanie had just turned twenty-one, and so to celebrate her friends were planning on taking her out that night to all the bars and clubs that she previously was not allowed inside. Since it was such a special occasion Stephanie had decided to do some shopping beforehand so she would be able to look her best.

It was early in the afternoon and Stephanie was busy browsing through one of the larger clothing stores in the mall. Already she had an armful of outfits she wanted to try on and she had not even been there an hour. This did not look like a good day for her bank account...but she decided what the hell. You’re only young once, right?

"Would you like me to put those in one of our dressing rooms?" A saleslady asked upon approaching.

"Yes, that would be great thanks." Replied Stephanie as she handed over the clothes.

"They’ll be in room three, right over there when you’re ready."

A few more minutes of looking around and nothing else of interest was found, so Stephanie walked back to the dressing rooms. She made sure she had the right number and then walked in, shutting the door behind her.

Almost immediately she realized something was wrong. The clothes hanging up were not the ones she had selected. First of all they were quite a bit too small, and the style was that of a younger generation. The saleswoman must have gotten the rooms mixed up or something.

Grabbing the items she was about to head out and make the woman aware of her mistake, when suddenly something caught her eye and made her stop. A small pair of cotton panties and a brassiere that looked to be only one step above a training bra. Both were white with little pink hearts.

Stephanie giggled, thinking about the girl who would be trying these on. Trapped somewhere in the terribly awkward age where you start caring about sex appeal but have none to call your own. She probably stood in front of the mirror topless every morning, wishing and praying that her breast size would increase. This thought caused Stephanie to smirk as she looked down at her own impressive bust.

Looking back at the door an idea began to form in her head. Nobody seemed to have realized the error yet...this brought a wicked smile to her face. Stephanie had always been the sort of person who felt better by putting someone else down, and as she quickly removed her clothes a thrill of excitement shot through her.

Standing there naked, she admired her well formed body. Large breasts, great ass, hourglass figure. At twenty-one she had finally achieved a sort of physical perfection. She made a few pouty faces and struck a few sexy poses before snatching up the underwear.

It took a bit of work to strain into the little panties but she did manage to get them mostly on. The bra would not stretch the full way around her oversized bosoms, so she had to let the straps just hang on her shoulders. The look had the desired effect, however, and Stephanie took great pleasure standing in front of the mirror and mocking the girl.

"Golly gee, I hope one day I can have big boobies like all the other girls. Then maybe Billy would want to go to the dance with me. I wish they would start to grow, I’m so flat I look like a boy!"

A strange sinking feeling suddenly appeared in the pit of her stomach. Stephanie could not believe her eyes as she stared into the mirror and watched the years quickly melt away. At first it wasn’t a matter of becoming less sexy. Going from twenty-one to eighteen was a different look...a younger one certainly...but no less attractive. But unfortunately for Stephanie things didn’t stop there. She watched in terror as her teen years melted away. Her facial features softened, her hips became more narrow, and she was quickly decreasing in stature. But worst of all was that her boobs seemed to be deflating. As the small bra seemed to be growing larger and larger on her chest, Stephanie grabbed at her breasts as if she would be able to keep them from shrinking merely by holding on to them. Instead she felt them collapse under the weight of her hands and dwindle away until they were only a pair of bumps a little too small for this particular bra.

When Stephanie looked back up from her chest a twelve year old girl stared back at her. She looked exactly the same as she had nine years ago, except back then she had larger breasts. She had been an early bloomer, and actually had a decent sized set of knockers by the end of grade school. But now, there was nothing there. The childish bra hung limply on her bony shoulders. Her scrawny, unattractive legs wobbled slightly, and for a moment Stephanie thought she might faint.

Before she could though, the door opened and Stephanie looked up to see the saleslady staring down at her. "Hmm, it looks like you’ve gotten yourself in a bit of trouble. Well little girl, maybe growing up the second time you won’t be so inclined to make fun of the misfortune of others. Especially since it looks like you are going to be suffering some misfortune in the boob area yourself. Well looks aren’t everything right?"