Try Being My Size Amy Novels & Stories

Bethany was draped in a neon pink chiffon that hurt to look at. “I heard about the restaurant, Maggie,” Bethany said, cornering me before I could even reach the bar. Her smile didn't reach her eyes—it never did. “You’ve always been so desperate for attention. Poor Eddie. He must be humiliated to have a wife who throws tantrums in public.” I adjusted my silk clutch, letting a small, lethal smile touch my lips. “The only thing humiliating here is your attempt at a fashion statement, Bethany. You look like a highlighter that’s running out of ink.”

They took ordinary words and changed their meanings, words like trim and cut and bias. “I think something that flows with her movements, don’t you?” Marva suggested to Darnelle. Darnelle’s eyes lit. With dollar signs, undoubtedly. “I’ve got just the thing. Black jersey pants, wide legs, slightly flared.” “Oh, yes. Amy, what size are you, a six?” Amy blinked. “Uh…” “Oh, for heaven’s sake.” Marva tsked in irritation. “Let’s find her a six and an eight. Although she is a tad on the lean side. Do you have them in a four?”

“Miss Wilson, would you mind if I measure your friend for the alterations that need to be made to the green gown?” “That’s a terrific idea, Jennifer,” I said and coaxed Amy from the bed. “She’s a tad bit shorter than you,” Jennifer said as she measured Amy, writing down the numbers precisely before she left to call the seamstress. “You’re going to look pretty at the ball, Amy,” I said. “You’re going to look stunning,” Amy countered. “I’m worried that I’m going to look too different,” I confessed. “I don’t want people to think I’m trying to be something I’m not.”

She gives my arm a light swat. "Nice try, but I am not changing my mind," she says. "A man can hope," I say and she tilts her head back to laugh. The door opens and a heavily pregnant Alexa walks in into the house with a beaming grin. "Amy, it is so nice to see you again," she says while talking slow calculated steps. She must be really heavy. Amy breaks out of my grip and dashes to the heavy mother. "Oh Alexa, I missed you so much," Amy exclaims as she wraps her arms around her in a quick hug that is made awkward by her big bump.

7 months after the birthday party Amy’s pov Today I’ll turn 18. Maybe I'll find my mate Today. My father hopes that he will be an alpha from another pack and that will help to Keep the peace. Peter's father and mine hope that Peter is my mate. If he is, I’ll find out in two months but i hope he is not. Don't get me wrong i love Peter but as a friend. There's no spark between us at least not from my part.

Amy As Saturday loomed closer, Amy was starting to become more anxious. She did not like any of the dresses in her walk-in, so she decided to go shopping alone for the first time since she moved to New York. Being nervous, she called Lizabeta for advice. “Amaranthe! How delightful to hear from you, love. I am sorry for my absence; I have been busy organizing the Black and White ball and snowed-in with work. How have you been?” her mother-in-law gushes and Amy immediately smiled. “I have been well, Mama. I’m actually calling for some guidance.” She answers honestly. She was not certain where to go shopping or what to get. Being Dimitri’s wife now, she knew she needed to look and act a certain

I shook off the thought from my head. I don't want to talk about him because it'll only remind me of the painful words he said. Maybe he doesn't like me because I don't have big boobs and ass like the rest of the girls he has been with. "Not everyone is like you, Trevor," Amy replied, rolling her eyes playfully. "Some people go for looks first. I’m trying to make a good impression, not ruin it." She turned to me, holding up two t-shirts like sacred objects. "Which one looks better? The red t-shirt or the blue t-shirt?"

They were incredibly gorgeous. "How did you know my size though? These clothes might not fit." She asked "Oh, trust Collette. She has an eye for these things." Amy asked, pointing to another enthusiastic Omega who was definitely Collette. A wide smile sat on her face. "Which one do you want to try first?"

She’s so sweet and sometimes Amy’s attitude can throw her for a loop. “Whatever, big boobs are overrated. It’s all about having a cute butt nowadays.” Amy sticks her tongue out at me as she leads the way to the front door, swishing her hips to emphasize her butt. Pearl and I share a smirk at my small win over Amy. We make our way to the ground level of the apartment complex. Daya is waiting with Calson yanking on her ponytail, while Darius tries to get the little troublemaker to release his death grip. I spot Tobias sitting in his Jeep behind them.

“Here, go. Try these.” She pushed three dresses into my hands and me into the fitting room. I tried the first one and went to show her. “We're not going to the wedding. Next!” I huffed and went inside. I tried the next one, but I don't like it, so I put on another. I came out and saw Amy with a red dress. “It's too shiny, try this.”