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Jenny Enf Stories


Rachel isn't happy with her body or her love life, but she doesn't know what she can do about it. All her attempts to lose weight have failed, and, though she knows the main thing keeping her from getting into a relationship is her lack of confidence, it isn't as if she can just suddenly start thinking of herself as desirable.

When her friend, Casi, offers to help, Rachel has a decision to make. Is she willing to do literally anything to improve her life, even if that anything means enduring more embarrassment than she even comprehend?

Rachel picked at her salad. Despite the beauty outside, the autumn
sun shining down on the university campus, she wasn’t outside enjoying the
pleasant weather. Instead, she stared wistfully out the student union window.

Across the quad, Mike sat cross-legged under one of the
numerous majestic oaks dotting the landscape. His black hair was unkempt and
his Polo wrinkled. His round glasses slid down his nose. He was extremely dorky
but hot and muscular and manly at the same time.

Three books were spread out on the grass around him, and he
jotted lines in a notebook as he went back and forth between them.

A bowhead approached him. Her sorority’s letters were emblazoned
across the chest of her shirt, which was so tight that the outline of her bra
traced a line across the material, and her skirt wasn’t any better, clinging to
her curves and falling mere inches below her butt cheeks. Her body was perfect,
of course. Flawless.

How could she even walk without showing off her panties with
each step? Heck, she probably couldn’t and probably didn’t care.

Mike didn’t even appear to notice her, though, and she
finally had to call out to him. When he looked up, she flipped her long blonde hair
and tried to strike up a conversation with him. Her attempts obviously fell
flat, though, because she left quickly.

Rachel didn’t know whether to be happy that he had rebuffed
the girl’s advances or disappointed. After all, if he wasn’t interested in
someone that attractive, what chance did she have?

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she didn’t notice
company approaching until a chair at her table scraped back. When she did
notice Casi sitting down, Rachel almost grimaced.

That wasn’t fair, though. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the
girl … it was just that pretty brunettes with perfect bodies weren’t high on
her list of desirable company at the moment.

“You look like you failed all your finals, found out you
have cancer, and had your puppy die all at the same time,” Casi said.

Rachel mustered a slight grin. “Not quite that bad.”

Casi glanced out the window. “You’re interested in Mike?”

“No. Of course not. He and I are friends.”

“Rachel’s got a cru-ush. Rachel’s got a cru-ush.”

“I’ll stop acting like a child if you do the same.”

“Fine,” Rachel said. “But, really, how I feel about him is
utterly irrelevant. He doesn’t think about me in that way. Heck, he doesn’t
even seem to think about all the hot girls that keep hitting on him in that
way. I don’t understand it.”

“Don’t understand why he isn’t responding to you as the hot
and sexy mama you are or why he’s not taking advantage of those girls?” Casi
asked.

“Why those girls are even after him,” Rachel said. “I mean,
he’s attractive enough in a geeky sort of way, but he’s no Adonis. Don’t girls
like that usually prefer frat guys? I don’t see many of the other lab rats having
to fight them off.”

“I’m sure they have their reasons.”

Rachel’s jaw dropped. “You know why, don’t you? Tell me!”

“Sorry, can’t. The secret isn’t mine to tell.”

“C’mon, please. Give me something. A hint. Anything.”

“I take secrets very seriously,” Casi said. “Besides, the
reason they’re after him is, to quote you, utterly irrelevant.”

“What you should be asking,” Casi said, “is – why isn’t he, and
every other guy on campus, making you beat them off with a stick?”

It took a lot to get Rachel angry, but Casi was treading on
dangerous ground. They were part of a larger group that hung out together, but
the two of them weren’t all that close.

“I’m being serious,” Casi said. “I hate that you’re sitting
over here pining after some guy when he should be waiting by the phone just on
the off chance that you might call.”

“Rachel, I mean it. Underneath your carefully cultivated
frumpiness, you have the potential to be quite the hottie.”

“I won’t,” Casi said. “Not until you listen to me.”

“If you really believe that bullshit you’re spewing, you
need to have your eyes checked. I‘m enormous. Huge. Fat!”

“You’re, maybe, a little over your ideal weight,” Casi said.
“But a lot of that settled in your chest, and, believe me, guys like that.”

Rachel’s eyes darted all around. She turned her head to
look.

“Looking for all the guys lined up around the block to ask
me out.”

Casi rolled her eyes. “You could do more to encourage them,
you know, starting with wearing clothes that flatter your figure.”

“I could never go around dressed like …” Rachel’s eyes
darted over at Casi.

Short shorts sat low on the curve of her hips, revealing a
vast expanse of her long, tan legs and more than a little bit of her midriff
not being covered by a top that was so tight that the outline of her bra was
clearly visible. Rachel was scandalized at the thought of baring that much
cleavage, too. She didn’t even know they made tank tops with deep v-necks.

The thing was, though, that the attire was completely
normal. It was like all the other girls on campus shopped at the same place.

“Like who?” Casi asked. “Me? It’s okay for you to say it.”

“I’m not saying that how you dress is wrong, but it’s not
for me. I couldn’t wear clothes that show off so much cleavage or my shape and
legs like that. Ugh, imagine my stomach being out there like that!” Rachel
shook her head. “How do you do it? Handle all the stares, I mean.”

“It’s not that big a deal. Guys are so used to it that they
just give most girls a brief glance.” Casi sounded disappointed. “When guys really
check me out, though, I like it. It makes me feel pretty and special. The
absolute best sex that Brad and I have had has been after he’s shown me off.”

“The point is that there’s no reason you shouldn’t be able
to decorate your arm with some damn fine man candy.”

Rachel shut her eyes for a moment. She pointed to her head.
“In here, I know that you’re right. It’s probable that not every guy I meet
finds me to be hideous, and, even if they all did, relationships are supposed
to be about more than just looks.”

“Yeah. They’re supposed to be about sex. Lots of hot,
steamy, public sex.”

Rachel glared at her. “I’m trying to be serious here.”

Rachel pointed to her heart. “In here, though, I’m fat and
ugly and no guy is ever going to get past that to give me a chance to show him
my positive qualities.”

“Exactly! You just need more confidence.”

“Obviously, it isn’t,” Rachel said, “or I would have more of
it than I do.”

Rachel didn’t see how that had any bearing on the subject,
but she also didn’t see the harm in answering. “Five.”

“And in how many of those do you serve in some sort of
leadership capacity?”

“In class,” Casi said, “do you speak up or sit on your
hands?”

“Participation is part of the grade so-”

“What about when other students disagree with you?” Casi
asked. “Do you just meekly shut up without countering their arguments?”

“What about that time the guy at McDonald’s messed up your
order? Remember that? You told him what he did wrong, and he was all like, ‘What
does it matter if it has mustard on it?’ His friends heard and laughed. Some
girls would have just walked away from that intimidating group of guys, all
taller than you, but you stood your ground. You stayed polite, but you quite
firmly told him exactly what he could do with his mustard.”

“You’re a smart, strong, intelligent woman. A confident woman.”

“There’s one area, though, where you’re the complete
opposite,” Casi said.

Rachel glanced down at her clothes, denim shorts that
stopped a few inches short of her knees and a loose-fitting, button down shirt.
The way the clothes hung, no one would even know she had curves.

“Yes,” Casi said. “Your body. When you stand in front of
your closet about to get dressed, what happens to that awesome, smart, strong,
powerful woman I admire so much?”

“She’s hidden under fifty pounds of lard!”

“Utterly irrelevant,” Casi said. “I know much bigger girls
who date a whole lot more than you, who are, in fact, quite happy with their
love life.”

Rachel frowned. That wouldn’t take much. Going out with a
guy once would be one more date than she’d ever been on.

“Hiding yourself under clothes that could double as a tent
isn’t doing you any favors,” Casi said.

“Great. The solution to all my problems is to dress like a slut.
Show more skin and I’ll get a guy. Maybe I don’t want one that badly!”

“A lot of it is your own attitude,” Casi said. “Tell me,
when you step out of the shower and look at yourself in the mirror, do you
think, ‘Now that’s an attractive, sexy woman?’”

Ugh. Rachel couldn’t think of anything she’d rather do less than
look at herself naked. She made sure the mirror was good and fogged up before
she got anywhere near it and dressed before she wiped it clear. She was
positive most guys would feel the same way.

Casi shook her head. “If you don’t see yourself as
attractive and sexy, how do you expect a guy to?”

“You’re going to be happy living alone for the rest of your
life? If that’s what you want, fine. I’ll leave you alone.”

“Maybe I want a guy to like me for who I am, not how I
look.”

“Yeah,” Casi said. “ And how’s that working out for you?”

“I shouldn’t have said that. Sorry.”

“I meant that apology,” Casi said. “Do you forgive me?”

“Because you’re a smart, strong, intelligent, confident
woman who is currently miserable, and I’d rather you be a smart, strong,
intelligent, confident woman who is happy.”

“You being sweet and saying nice things about me when I’m
trying to stay mad at you.”

Casi grinned. “My evil plan is working.”

Rachel tried to purse her lips, but they shaped themselves
into a smile without her permission.

“Look,” Casi said, “I understand what you mean. You want to
be loved because of who you are, not for superficial reasons. I get that.
Totally. And the right guy absolutely will love you for the right reasons.”

Rachel hung her head. “But that right guy will never get the
chance to get to know all those right reasons if there’s nothing to draw him to
me in the first place.”

“See, I told you that you were smart.”

Rachel turned her head away. Tears welled up, but she choked
them back. “So we’re back to dressing slutty.”

Which she wouldn’t do. Couldn’t do. Even if it meant her
being alone forever.

“We’re back to you needing to feel attractive, yes,” Casi
said. “Answer me this, when you’re all dressed up for a nice night on the town,
how do you feel?”

Rachel frowned. Of course she felt nice when she was wearing
her best clothes. Every girl did. “I shouldn’t have to change in order to get a
guy to like me.”

“You hear me,” Casi said. “Bullshit. You’re using that as an
excuse because you’re afraid of change.”

“Where do you get off thinking you know me?”

“When I was fifteen, my breasts had only recently developed,
and I was terrified of the guys seeing anything of my form. I even wore shirts
and shorts to the swimming pool.” Casi fell silent.

Rachel waited for a moment but still nothing. Despite
knowing that it was just a ploy to make her more interested, she couldn’t help
being interested. “Are you going to make me beg to hear the rest?”

“I’ll tell you if you take off your shirt and hand it to me.
Right here. Right now.”

Rachel wore nothing besides a bra beneath her top. No way
was she doing that. Not with all the people looking. Not even if there were no
one around.

“You should see your face right now. It’s priceless!” Casi
laughed.

Rachel glared at her. “Are you going to tell me or are you
going to leave me hanging?”

“He’s what changed.” Casi chuckled. “That awful, terrible,
wonderful man. One day, he convinced me to take a chance, to step outside what
I would normally do. And I won’t lie to you. At first, it was the most scary,
miserable, terrible thing that had ever happened to me. I was embarrassed, and
I hated it. The results, though, made it worth it. My life is so much better
now than it would be if I hadn’t taken that hard first step.”

“Rachel, the fact of life is that guys need to be stimulated
visually. Period. You have a great body. I’d bet that those melons you’re
struggling to hide under those ginormous shirts are even bigger than mine, and
you’ve got a cute face. A little makeup and the right haircut, and you’d have
the boys falling all over you.”

“No. It’s the truth, and minor changes in your dress and
your appearance do not change who you are. These things make it easier to get
into a position for a guy to get to know you better, but making a connection
with him depends solely on who you are.”

“Even if I wanted to change,” Rachel said, “I wouldn’t have
a clue how to go about it.”

“I could help. And I’m willing to help. If …”

“Two conditions. First, you have to be doing it for the
right reason.”

“Well …” Casi gestured at Mike, still studying in the quad.
“Having a better chance of landing a particular guy is definitely the wrong
reason. In fact, that’s the worst possible reason.”

“Good,” Casi said. “I’m glad you agree.”

“Recognizing that you’re unhappy and that it’s time to do
something about it instead of wallowing in your misery. Understanding that, to
get what you want, you’re going to have to make a change in your life.”

Rachel grimaced. None of that sounded easy. At all. “And the
other condition?”

“Second, you have to be absolutely, one hundred percent
committed to letting me help you.”

“What exactly would I be committing to?”

“A small group of us are going skiing for a week over winter
break,” Casi said. “I propose that you come with us.”

“There’s got to be more to it than that.”

A wide smile split Casi’s face. “Oh, there is …”

Rachel could tell that she wasn’t going to like what was
coming next. Really, really wasn’t going to like it.

“For that entire week,” Casi said, “you have to do anything
and everything I tell you to do.”

Rachel turned away and stared out the window. The prospect
of letting anyone have that kind of control over her terrified her, not the
least of which because, given the context of their conversation, she thought
she might have an inkling about the kinds of things ‘anything’ would entail.

It was possible, though, that she was being given the
opportunity of a lifetime. That taking this one big, scary step would put her
on a path to true happiness. Or Casi could just be an evil bitch who wanted to
subject Rachel to as much humiliation as possible.

“Why on earth would I agree to something like that?” Rachel
asked.

“Exactly. Why would you? I refer you back to Condition One.”

Rachel sighed. There was no way she turn over control of
herself like that, but she felt the need to at least consider it. “I’m going to
have to sleep on it.”

“Great idea,” Casi said. “Call me tomorrow.”

Rachel agonized about her decision all evening. She went
back and forth, feeling like an idiot no matter which way she leaned.

Given the subject matter they’d discussed – tight clothes,
making herself attractive to guys – Casi seemed ready to ask her to do things
that Rachel would find unbelievably embarrassing. What if she had to wear her
underwear in front of a guy? Show off her mammoth breasts or protruding
stomach?

No way! Her hands shook at the very thought of it.

Casi was perfectly capable and probably willing to demand
just such a thing. Putting oneself under the control of someone who was capable
of demanding such a thing was a stupid idea. Foolish. It made no sense.

On the other hand, Casi was right about one thing.

Rachel sighed. She definitely wasn’t very happy with her
life at the moment. Sure, she had friends, and school was going well. But she
was also at the point of whimpering whenever she saw couples canoodling in the
quad. She’d give just about anything, sacrifice anything, to find that one
special person, whether it was Mike or not, who cared solely for her, who would
love her.

That was the question, right? What would she give? Was she
willing to sacrifice her dignity for a chance?

Was she willing to strike the ‘just about?’”

Sleep did not come easily for her that night, and she didn’t
reach a final decision until rolling out of bed the next morning. Before she
could change her mind, she called Casi. “I’d have to agree to anything you
said, right? No questions?”

“There’s no way we could negotiate some boundaries first?
Set up some ground rules?”

Rachel had been afraid that would be the answer, had in fact
pretty much been convinced that that would be the answer. She hated that it
left her with no choice. “I think your offer came from the best possible place,
and, maybe I’m making a huge mistake, I can’t do that. Sorry.”

The next day, Friday, Rachel moped through her morning
classes, disappointed in herself for letting her fear control her. Casi’s offer
might have been exactly the thing she needed.

Then again, it could also have just been a sadistic joke.

At lunch, Rachel sat at the same table as the previous day
and turned over the lettuce on her plate, not really feeling like eating. If
she really thought the offer was all some big con to humiliate her, she
wouldn’t have felt so awful about turning it down.

She stared out the window, a part of her hoping to spot Mike
studying in the quad again. No such luck. She kept watch anyway and again
failed to notice when someone joined her.

When she looked this time, though, it was Mike who joined
her.

“God, it’s been a horrible week,” he said, taking a seat
across from her. “Three tests and a major project due. And it’s not over yet.
Still have one paper I have to finish this weekend.”

She nodded, too stunned to talk. It wasn’t like they never
chatted, but he didn’t normally join her, alone, at her table out of the blue,
either.

“I’m taking tonight off,” he said. “No studying. No writing
papers. No worrying about all the crap I have left to do.”

“Great minds think alike,” she said. “Back to the grind
tomorrow afternoon.”

“You’re lucky. I plan to get up early in the morning and hit
the library.”

“I didn’t say I was sleeping in.” She sighed. “Habitat for
Humanity.”

“Oh. Well, that’s a good cause, at least.”

“Yeah, cause it’s not like my getting enough sleep is one.”

Rachel was about to take a bite of her salad but paused. She
hated people watching her eat, especially if she was the only one doing it. He
probably wouldn’t actually be judging her or anything, and she was eating
healthy and all. But she couldn’t help but be self-conscious. “Were you going
to grab some food?”

“Nah,” he said. “I was just passing through and saw a
friendly face.”

She looked from side to side as if looking for who he was
talking about.

Mike grinned. “Anyway, I’ll leave you to your lunch.” He
stood. “Hey, since you’re not studying tonight, what are your plans?”

“Uh … not much. Maybe hit the intramural center?” The place
was practically empty on a Friday night, making it a great time to work out.

“You like classic sci fi movies, right?”

“Depends. How classic?” She’d never been into black and
whites. The Day the Earth Stood Still
was really good, but most of the really old stuff just didn’t engage her.

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