Jill's new look, whether she wants one or not
My name is Jill Tiny
chapter 4
by
copier
· original author:
bluequill3
Lets redesign those lame clothes of yours, Jilly-doll, Kim said.
Jill was frantic with a desire to pry her arms from her sides, rip the tape off and scream for her life. This desire grew stronger when she saw Kim snatch a pair of scissors off an empty desk next to her. The metal blades snapped inches away from Jills body.
Kim grinned evilly. I think shorts are better for you, sweetie, she whispered. Theyll show off those sexy legs of yours much better.
The legs she spoke of stopped thrashing for the first time since Kim had grabbed her off the desk. Jill was terrified Kim would cut her skin. Pulse racing, she watched in wide-eyed terror as the scissors tore and cut through her Khaki pants well above the knee. When Kim was finished, the remains of her pants lay on the desk below her and what remained were a pair of ugly cut-offs, threads and jagged pieces of cloth tickling her thighs.
There, thats better, Kim whispered. She stroked Jills bare legs with her thumb. You have nice long legs and perfectly sized boobs Jilly-doll. That girl was right when she said you were a Barbie doll.
Im not a doll Im a human being! Jill screamed inside her head. These are my clothes! You have no right to cut them up! But no one else heard any of it, and Kim was all ready cutting away half of her shirt. The cool air that stirred in the room touched her bare midriff.
Now to compliment your two best assets, Kim said.
Jills red sleeves were torn away. The scissors cut a jagged hole in the neckline of her shirt, exposing a valley of cleavage.
There, Kim said with satisfaction, holding Jill up to admire her work. Looking down at herself, Jill thought it was a disaster. Her clothes were ruined: now they were torn and ugly. Her breasts were practically falling out of her shirt. She did not want to show off her midriff or legs either, but Kim hadnt given her a choice.
Just like she didnt give me a choice when she felt me up, Jill thought with anger, seething with a desire to yank the tape off and tell this monstrous, redheaded bitch off.
As if reading her thoughts and determined to act against her wishes, Kim sat down the scissors, reached up and stroked the tops of Jills exposed breasts with her index finger. Oh yeah, you look hot now, dolly.
Jill was frantic with a desire to pry her arms from her sides, rip the tape off and scream for her life. This desire grew stronger when she saw Kim snatch a pair of scissors off an empty desk next to her. The metal blades snapped inches away from Jills body.
Kim grinned evilly. I think shorts are better for you, sweetie, she whispered. Theyll show off those sexy legs of yours much better.
The legs she spoke of stopped thrashing for the first time since Kim had grabbed her off the desk. Jill was terrified Kim would cut her skin. Pulse racing, she watched in wide-eyed terror as the scissors tore and cut through her Khaki pants well above the knee. When Kim was finished, the remains of her pants lay on the desk below her and what remained were a pair of ugly cut-offs, threads and jagged pieces of cloth tickling her thighs.
There, thats better, Kim whispered. She stroked Jills bare legs with her thumb. You have nice long legs and perfectly sized boobs Jilly-doll. That girl was right when she said you were a Barbie doll.
Im not a doll Im a human being! Jill screamed inside her head. These are my clothes! You have no right to cut them up! But no one else heard any of it, and Kim was all ready cutting away half of her shirt. The cool air that stirred in the room touched her bare midriff.
Now to compliment your two best assets, Kim said.
Jills red sleeves were torn away. The scissors cut a jagged hole in the neckline of her shirt, exposing a valley of cleavage.
There, Kim said with satisfaction, holding Jill up to admire her work. Looking down at herself, Jill thought it was a disaster. Her clothes were ruined: now they were torn and ugly. Her breasts were practically falling out of her shirt. She did not want to show off her midriff or legs either, but Kim hadnt given her a choice.
Just like she didnt give me a choice when she felt me up, Jill thought with anger, seething with a desire to yank the tape off and tell this monstrous, redheaded bitch off.
As if reading her thoughts and determined to act against her wishes, Kim sat down the scissors, reached up and stroked the tops of Jills exposed breasts with her index finger. Oh yeah, you look hot now, dolly.
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