Cute Bra Tiny

You Little Bitches | obnoxi.us

There is a shoe store in the Seattle area that has really spiffy shoes. It’s kind of one of those pseudo haute-couture places that sells really cute shoes at fairly reasonable prices.

The saleswomen (and I use the phrase “women” more to mean “pre-pubescent girls”) are all a size two or below. Cute as little skinny buttons, with their extra-small shirts and their perky little b-cup breasts. I went in, foolishly, looking for shoes. For my shoe-size-9-having self. Silly, silly me.

I found several models that I absolutely loved it, and asked one of the few twigs if they had a size nine. She raised an eyebrow, and he informed me that none of the styles were available had chosen "that big." I sailed around a bit more and found another pair that were great. Again Once, I asked if they had it in my size. She chuckled and said, "Oh, sorry ... we hardly carry anything larger than one 8!” She almost tried to hide her smile behind her hair, but then she caught the eye of another twiglet, who was just as shocked that a nine was an actual shoe size, and not just a dress size that would be three times too large for her, and they burst into awkward giggles, like “DUH, what made you think we carried fat chick shoes .”