Try Being My Size Amy Novels & Stories

"Why don't you tell me what you want from me?" Amy purred, leaning back in her chair, folding her hands over her stomach and tipping her head back. Her ponytail spilled across the back of the chair. She propped her feet up on her desk. "You want to know what I'm wearing?" she asked, closing her eyes. "I'm wearing a pink lace thong and a matching teddy. It's cut low over my breasts and high on the sides. You like pink, don't you?"

one of them shouted, his voice rough and demanding. Without thinking too much about it, I complied. If they were asking for more, I would give them more—more than enough to ensure they were half-dead by the end of the night. Honestly, I didn’t care, all I wanted was for my shift to end so I could finally go home and escape this crazy night. My name is Amy Cooper, and this is just a glimpse into my life—a trip into the world of a girl like me. *** I never set high standards for myself, but I did value who I was. I had goals and dreams, and I was determined to achieve them. My mom was amazing, a dedicated baker known for her delicious pastries and warm loaves of bread.

AMY'S POV. "Please get yourself together, Amy.” Grasping my resume as if it held the answer to my whole life, I muttered under my breath. "You’ve got this. " The tall glass building was glittering under the mid-morning sun, almost taunting me. With trembling fingers, I handed the driver some cash and got out. My name is Amy Walters. I've been an aspiring model since I graduated from modelling school, and I've been getting rejected by every company and agency. But I'm not giving up on my long-awaited dream as a supermodel, as I still crave to stand on a stage and shine.

“Yes. I understand.” “Good. Now get yourself ready. We need to get you something to wear for your hearing and to be there for Keller when it’s his turn.” She pinches my cheek lightly. “What size do you wear? I will call a couple of my personal shoppers while I wait.” Personal shoppers? I’ve heard of that before, but I didn’t know they were a real thing. “Um, usually a zero, but youth size fits me too.” Amy stops short in the doorway. “Did you say you wear youth size clothing?”

She’s even giggling. Amy has great tastes in fashion. She’s always updated about trends. “Fine, now shut up because you’re damaging my eardrum. I’ll drive this time. No arguments.” “Oh, no, missy, I’ll drive. I’ll pick you up tonight. Bye.” She hangs up on me. I slump my head back against my pillow. I show, shave my legs, brush my teeth, floss them then, apply some lotion, and dry my hair. I wear the dress Amy asked me about, and apply makeup just the way she told me to.

“Haha! Little c*nt! How dare you steal my role? You even went to the extent of making light conversation with me. Who the f*ck do you think you are?” At this moment, a sinister expression was written all over Cherry’s face. She said, “I hurriedly came here as soon as I got back from Khanh City. I didn’t even have time to take a shower. All just to make sure a little b*tch like you pays the price. Amy, are you ready?” “Of course.” Amy also let out a sneer. When she clapped her hands, two big men in black clothes immediately walked towards them. Amy ordered, “Take her upstairs. This b*tch likes being the female lead, huh? Then, I’ll make a movie starring her that’ll go viral all over the count

“Coffee should be served tepid, not boiling.” The reprimand startled me, sending my mind down memory lane. “You sound like Dorothy.” Amy smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” Her business suit was lilac and well-tailored. “Been shopping?” I asked. She chose not to answer. “So, what do you think?” “Honestly? Even I wouldn’t just hand Jake over without his consent.” I watched as she buttered a slice of toast. When she put it to my lips I discovered I was ravenous.

Clara said, lowering her sad face, "I'm used to it." -What?! Is seriously?! - Amy said to him surprised - are you stupid or what? You have to defend yourself, you cannot let other people treat you as inferior. —I never had the courage to do it, in my other school they did the same to me and I got used to being treated badly all the time. "No, no, no and no, you can't let others treat you badly, besides, I'm going to have to give you some classes," Amy said with a smile, "so you can learn to defend yourself."

She didn’t just want to help Lucas with Alicia. She wanted him to notice her, too. “So, how do you plan on helping me get with Alicia?” Lucas asked after a moment of silence. Amy set her mug down and leaned back in her chair, trying to look more composed than she felt. She tapped her fingers on the table as if weighing her options. “Well, first things first,” she said, “we need to make you look… less like a guy who kidnaps people.” Lucas snorted. “Very funny, Harpy.”

Where does she hide all these dresses? "Try out these dresses and I will do your makeup and hair later," Amy said picking out seven of the best dresses. We have only an hour to try all these dresses and select one from these dresses. But I guess all this hustle is worth it so why not give it a try. I took a deep breath and agreed to try these dresses on. Xx____xX "Finally my masterpiece is ready," Amy said jokingly wiping her tears. I looked at myself In the mirror in front of me. This long baby pink dress with whitework and white heels was suiting me perfectly. Amy is very good in sense of fashion and style. We both were in the same fashion designing university and my designs and her stylin