Her name is Fifi. She’s French. La. Dee. Dah.
Actually, I don’t like her much. I mean, look at her. She’s a size 4.
Sheesh. Some people have all the luck.
Of course, I’ll probably like her better after a few weeks of my corruptive influence, after which she’ll end up looking Just. Like. Me. That’s my plan anyway. I’m all about corrupting bi-atches with hourglass figures who are a foot taller than me. They will go from a size 4 to a size, uh, Not 4. (You might think I’d at least be happy that I have size 4 shoulders… I’m not. This just means the rest of me looks that much more Not 4 in comparison.)
Hmmph. Stupid size 4 French friend and her 24” waist…
‘Course, I didn’t pay much for her. I guess you get what you pay for in store-bought friends.
I’ll keep you updated on the ongoing corruption. It requires quite a bit of effort from me, so y’know… it’ll be slow going. I don’t like effort.