THE BANE OF HER EXISTANCE

Delilah was just a plain girl.. just an ordanary girl. She wasnt unpretty, but her lack of curves, and small breasts made her kind of fade into the backround.. It seemed there was more busty girls walking through the mall then there used to be, she was SURE of it. So she began to shop in the second hand store instead. The clothes were just as good, but sometimes were a little unusual. She had bought a top that had a tag on it saying, "cursed" she ignored it, of course, as anyone else would do.. The colour was so pretty.. and the way the top seemed to call to her.. sometimes it was all she could think of.. that she had to put it on.. to KEEP it on.. but surely, that would be foolish, wouldnt it? She was begining to be unsure.

Later that week, Delilah couldnt take it anymore.. she HAD to put on that top.. so she called her friends, and decided she was going to go to the city. She had a shower, and got dressed, as you do, and while she was putting on her makup, she leaned forward and almost fell over..
"Thats strange.." she thought. As she stood up, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.. her eyes widened in shock.. then she began to smile..
"No one ever cared who i was, till i put on the top" she said.. "but now, i think they will."

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