Millie came through the door of the small diner with her cute double chin almost dragging on her shoes.Millie came through the door of the small diner with her cute double chin almost dragging on her shoes. I knew without being told what was bothering her. Millie was suffering through what every 19 year old fat girl goes through. Constant ridicule from the other girls her age. I wished I could make her believe how attractive she was. At 5'3" and 185 pounds, with her flowing black hair framing the face of a cherub, she would of had no shortage of dates. But our town was as bad as anywhere in the country when it came to fat phobia. I tried to cheer her up with some light chatter as she punched inn for her afternoon shift. "Thanks for trying, Bob, but nothing can cheer me up today. That bitch Tracy." In a halting voice she told me how Tracy Rozen, the head cheerleader for the junior collage had embarrassed her in front of the whole school. There had been a pep rally after school, and Tracy had done something to Millie's uniform so that when she did one of the routines, the back of her skirt and panty combination had split open, causing Millie to moon the whole student body. As the flood of tears escaped, I put my arms around her for comfort. "I'll get even with that bitch. I wish I could cause her to get fat!" she sobbed into my shoulder. We finished the rest of our shift without much other conversation. I silently wished I could do something to help Millie. The following Saturday a knock on my office door gave rise to an idea that would eventually grant Millie her revenge. I opened the door to see Tracy Rozen standing there shuffling her feet uneasily. |