"There Wasn't Much In Your Size !"

Debbi's mood lifted a little as she luxuriated under the shower. She still couldn't believe what they had made her do to clinch the contract yesterday but at the end of the day, the contract was the main thing and she hoped Jeff and the MD would be grateful at the next pay review. She still had today to get through though and would feel much better by this evening when she got her own stuff and keys back.

True to her word, Carol had left a dressing gown on the door handle outside the bathroom and Debbi put that on and went down to the kitchen to see what there was for breakfast. Having scoffed that kebab last night, she wasn't very hungry but toast and coffee made her feel even more like herself. "Come upstairs and I'll show you what we've got for you to wear" said Carol. "There wasn't much choice I'm afraid given the size discrepancy between Charlie and you but at least you'll be decent." "Thanks Carol, I appreciate it" Debbi replied, not registering the slight smirk on Carol's face.

"Charlie's left these knickers" continued Carol in the bedroom as Debbi shrugged off the dressing gown. There was a time when she would have never dreamt of being naked in front of her assistant but now it was a commonplace so she could not be embarrassed. She was happy to feel the knickers against her skin, the first proper item of clothing she had worn for over 14 hours even if it was only a red thong. "Then there are these" said Carol. "What ?!" cried Debbi, incredulous. Carol was holding up a top that looked little more than a sports bra and a pair of cutoff jeans. "Well, I did explain that there was hardly anything in your size" Carol answered defensively.

"But surely she must have a t-shirt ?" Debbi argued, holding the top against herself. "It wouldn't matter if that was a bit too big for me." "I thought that too" Carol stonewalled. "But Charlie said t-shirts are out of fashion now" she lied, knowing perfectly well her daughter had a draw full of them. "But I wear them at home all the time ?" asserted Debbi. "Well, that's the young people of today for you, tastes change" said Carol. "But I'm only 26, there's not that much difference in age to Charlie ?" This time Carol did not offer a reply and waited a few seconds until Debbi cursed and squeezed herself into the top. Her midriff was bare and although her breasts were well supported, she could see her nipples poking through the fabric.

"And there's really nothing better than these ?" said Debbi, more in hope than expectation as she held up the cutoffs ? "Afraid not" Carol replied apologetically. Debbi stepped into them and pulled them up... And up... And up. The shorts seemed to travel up her legs forever, until they reached her waist and she could fasten them. They had been the cause of great conflict between mother and daughter when Charlotte had bought them out of her pocket money at age 13. They had been brief enough to begin with but Charlotte had hacked off a couple more inches from the back and her mother had forbade her to wear them. As it was, there was now only a sliver of denim holding the crotch together where it cut into Debbi at the front and disappeared between her legs. She twisted to look at herself in the mirror. "Oh for goodness sake, half my ass is hanging out" she complained.

Probably even more than half, Carol thought, as she decided to play the aggrieved party. "I'm sorry you don't think our help's good enough" she said. "No, no. I'm sorry. I'm grateful, I really am. If I was just going home from here it wouldn't be so bad but I've got to wear this all day at work." Debbi was apologetic. "Speaking of which, we'd better get going" said Carol. "We don't want to be too late !" "What about shoes ?" Debbi realized as almost an afterthought. "Oh yeah, I thought these old ones of mine would be ok, they're open toed so won't pinch." She offered Debbi a pair of platform soles she had bought back in the nineties during the heyday of the Spice Girls !