Dot Hides In Her Robe

For once, Dot didn’t put up a fuss when asked to do something. Amy could only hope her adorable little monster had made herself scarce. Mom finding her wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world but it would bring on way too many questions she didn’t feel like answering. And somehow that seemed worse than this nightmare of panty shopping with her mom.

The worst part, as always with things concerning her mother, was that she was right. Amy really did need better underwear. These holey granny panties were honestly the ones in the best condition compared to the rest of her arsenal at home. Plus, Carol would probably pay for it if she paid her cards right.

With some newfound confidence that this wouldn’t be totally awful, Amy took a step forward. Her robe took a dive off of one shoulder. She caught it before it could expose her any worse than her bra-strap-covered shoulder. Amy breathed a sigh of relief, noticing that a few passersby had seen her gaffe. A freckled shoulder with some arm flab was one thing, but at least her poor excuse of a chest hadn’t been on display.

When not stuffing her face with chocolates and greasy chips as part of her nightly self care routine, she spent most of her time in bed obsessing over what people were saying about her online. It was mostly all bad, hateful things really. But one misconception she actually didn’t mind seeing was that people thought her boobs were much bigger than they actually were. Some even thought they were the same as her sister’s! Amy had done a happy dance after reading that particular comment one night, er, well, she got up to dance and then lasted three seconds before she was out of breath and returned to her blanket nest of self loathing.

It was a small perk of having such a “frumpy” costume, as her mom uncharitably put it. It hid her body and Amy knew deep down it deserved to be hidden. If anyone here were to see how her chest actually looked like two lumpy potato’s stuffed into a bra, she’d never hear the end of it from social media. Or her mother.

“Something wrong?” Carol asked, turning around. She always had a sixth sense for knowing when she was being talked about. Her eyes went from Amy’s face to her hand, still clutching the collar of her robe.

“Nope!” Amy squeaked, putting the robe back where it belonged and striking her best tempted pose at being comfortable. She could tell Carol didn’t buy it, but it thankfully wasn’t suspicious enough for Carol to launch into some long rant about clothes that fit her or poor posture.

“Well let’s not dawdle,” Carol said, “it’s only down the hallway, not far enough where you’ll be huffing and puffing pretending to be exhausted by the time we get there.”

Amy just rolled her eyes. It was probably better that Carol always thought her exhaustion from simple physical tasks was fake to get out of doing more work. But seriously, she’d power walked around the hospital plenty of times and these Warden stairs were no joke! As if to prove she could handle a simple walk down a hallway, Amy charged forward, trying to keep pace with Carol’s long strides. How the hell did she move so effortlessly in hills. It was a stark contrast, the dainty yet commanding click of Carol’s heels against the floor compared to the thump of Amy’s worn out nurse shoes.

Just when Amy was nearly side by side with Carol, she tripped on her robe and fell, sliding along the floor for what felt like forever but was probably just a foot at most.

“Amy!” Carol hissed, yes, hissed. Not concern or alarm or worry or anything actually maternal for her daughter falling down. While getting up, Amy looked up to give her mom a glare only to notice what the older woman was looking at.

Amy covered her front, draping her robes around her, the comfy material flush with her chest. A quick investigation revealed that her silk belt that was meant to keep the bottom half of her costume from falling to her ankles had come loose somehow, causing just that. The result was worse than just a faceplant and a bruised knee. She’d trampled so much of her robe down that her whole chest had been exposed for the world to see. Thankfully, the whole world hadn’t seen her pitiful cleavage, just her mom.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but you are far too old to be this clumsy. And that bra is juvenile. Polka dots? Really?”

The mention of polka dots set off a light bulb above Amy’s head. She wasn’t clumsy. Her little gremlin had done it. Or at least she was sure that was the case. Her therapist had made it a point for her to take blame where it was due, but this wasn’t her fault! Dot must’ve hidden herself on her robes and was dragging it down.

Amy re-did the belt at her waist after getting up, trying and failing to locate where the little troublemaker had gone. Carol looked at her as if she were crazy, which was fair to be honest.

“I worry about you,” Carol said.

“Yeah, well, don’t.”

Carol just shook her head and walked ahead. Amy searched a little more, checking inside the front of her robe and giving a not so conspicuous check and above her backside, knowing it was Dot’s usual favorite place to ride on her. No dice.

“Dot,” Amy whispered, harsh. “I know you’re on me. If you stop and get in the hood then I’ll make sure to get you more cheese. The good kind even.”

Amy waited, walking very slowly with a firm grasp on her robe so it didn’t fall again. She felt a heaviness right under her armpit and lunged, only to come up empty handed. Amy peeked into the sleeve at the exact time Carol turned around to check on her. Great, that probably looked like she was giving herself a sniff test for B.O.

Dot giggled, the sound seemingly right in Amy’s ear and making her hair stand on end. Her ratty tail literally went inside Amy’s ear, tickling it a little. Amy was too slow to catch her and the tail tickled her from neck to armpit to ribs to hip before she couldn’t feel it any longer. She hated when Dot wanted to play games!

• Focus on catching Dot, embarrassment be damned. They were getting close to the shop so there was little time to be thorough, she’d have to bait or trap Dot somehow…

-Focus on not embarrassing herself further, despite Dot’s efforts. If she kept her wits about her and both hands on keeping her clothes up, Dot Wild either get bored and tired and get in the hood or at least not cause too much damage. Then when they got to the shop and a fitting room she could give the goblin a stern lesson on privacy!