Under this dress, I’m a body, washed, scrubbed, massaged, oiled, glossed, buffed, painted. I’m here not for the men, but for you.
You can have what I have, my body is natural, see? Oh, I do take care of myself, but so can you. Within your budget too. Come, let me show you how. Let’s do it shall we?
You can get my gorgeous body, my job at the fab magazine, my smashing millionaire boyfriend with the Ferrari, my dresses and my diamonds.
You can have it all too, never mind if you stay in a seedy loft at the other end of town. You can do it! Remember, I started off just like you. Just pick me up from the news stand and let’s go home, where I’ll tell you all my secrets.
I wouldn’t mind the body etc. but do I have to take the bad taste in clothes
I … must … have … … lips … hair … breasts … like hers! I … must … work out … must … scrub … paint … ugh.
Actually, I’m sort of interested in the 10101 sex secrets, and it’s all your fault, Damyanti!
A nice bit of writing, by the way.