Tender Wishes

It was a rough day for the girl who sat at the flower stand that day. It was her first day on the job, and the first day to saving up for her new life. A life that would hopefully see her happier and more fulfilled then she had been in her previous life. Somewhere where people would remember her. After three years of flipping burgers and being a secretary, it was something she had been looking forward to even. Now though…

The girl put her hands in her long, green hair as she squeezed her skull, trying to get some of the pressure that had been building in her head to back off. After all, it wasn’t like she’d had to talk to anyone yet. Well, not anyone who couldn’t talk with her about plants. No, Roseluck and Daisy had been more welcoming to her, especially since they apparently lost one of their number to a place called Manehatten, and they both shared her love for fauna.

However, they also shared her miserable ability to plan or sew, so they had thought that giving her their spare uniform would be okay. Unfortunately for them, no one had told them that part of the girl’s problem was, well… Her chest. After all, it was fairly hard to be invisible at times when you had breasts as big as your head! Or bigger when they were swollen with side effects she didn’t like to think about and groaned about as she shook her head.

Though, looking down at her chest, she wondered if she might get the same sort of treatment, where guys merely remembered her as a great pair of floating tits, and that was it. Maybe the uniform would help though? After all, it was anything but modest, something that she had been sworn would not be the case. But no, instead it had a yellow skirt that barely went below her panties, an apron in the front she was thankful for, and then a corset sort of thing that she attributed to Playboy Bunnies more than saleswomen. Then again, Roseluck would be right about the fact that more people would buy flowers when she looked this way.

Unfortunately, the sort of corset she wore also needed to be fairly tailored to the girl, or else it, well… Didn’t cover a damn thing. As such, she had been fairly focused on the fact that her apron was the only thing keeping her breasts from being exposed to the world. Or, more of them, as she really could only cover her cleavage and her nipples. The sides of her breasts and the tops of them were fair game, and she’d gotten plenty of whistles for it.

No one had seen fit to actually force a conversation with her though, and as such as she just kept her arms tight to her body, moving them as little as possible so no one saw anything they shouldn’t.

At least until a soft voice said, “Hey, would you like something to cover yourself?”

The girl blinked a few times, before turning red as she looked over to the voice. It belonged to an orange stallion, though a muted orange that was appealing to the eyes, much like her own, green skin, and his short, messy, purple hair framed his face as he smiled at her. However, her eyes quickly went down to his exposed chest and abs. To say he was muscular would be incorrect. No, he was toned, without a drop of fat on his body.

She opened her mouth to ask why he was shirtless as her face became brighter and brighter, but instead realized that he was in fact offering his shirt to her. He went even farther to ask, “Actually, if you’d like, you can go inside to change, and I bet with maybe… Yeah, I can spare fifteen minutes to try to make your uniform look right. What do you think?”

She bit into her lip at the words. She doubted he could really do that, especially since he didn’t even have a backpack with him, but… She had another six hours of work to go, and she was likely going to die if she stayed as she was. As such, she snatched the shirt from him and ran in… Only to then apologize furiously to him as she handed him her uniform for having been so rude, something the boy seemed rather okay with.

Then again, of course he was, she thought as she slammed the door behind her. She had chosen this path for a reason after all, and while she let her mind drift back into the fantasies that had made her take the new job, she missed as the stallion outside materialized a sewing kit out of thin air, then some fabric, and got to work. After a prick of his hand, his work became much swifter, before those around him wondered how the dancer of the town was suddenly able to sew like they might expect Rarity to.

Not that the girl hiding in the store minded. Even fifteen minutes in a boy’s shirt, that showed off her midriff and a little of the underside of her breasts due to their size, was a lot for her to deal with. Then again, when she thought about it, she didn’t know if she’d ever spent even fifteen minutes standing next to a boy before now.

But, those fifteen minutes had to come and go, but it wasn’t the boy that came in to give her her uniform. No, instead, it was Roseluck, who had a smile that was much wider than the girl would have liked. It was the sort of smile she used to see all the time in school before some girl tried to steal another’s boyfriend, or a guy figured out just how to humiliate a nerd. It was one that spoke of plans, and she paled at the sight of it.

Roseluck though merely smiled more. “Alright, here you go, and once you’re dressed, I want you to go introduce yourself to one of our best customers; Tender Taps. He works on a lot of musicals and performances in town, and with Daisy and I already swamped, this will help you get used to what to expect, and help you make a friend! What do you say?”

The girl paled more at the words, before opening her mouth, only for Roseluck to say, “That’s the spirit,” and walking off.

And so she walked out of the store, her body shaking as she covered her chest. It was admittedly more modest than even what Roseluck or Daisy wore,with it trying to cup over the entirety of her chest, but it was a quick job, and without her measurements, so while it did a good job, it by no means was complete. It also still left her arms and shoulders exposed, and she shuddered from the cold.

Looking at the cute boy though… She shuddered for a different reason.

Tender though merely smiled at her as he extended a hand to her. “Hi! I’m Tender Taps, and Roseluck gave you a glowing recommendation. Even better, I promise to let you wear what you’d like when we work together.”

The positive tone, the smile, all of it… It made the girl breathe a little easier as she asked, “Even a boring, frumpy old sweater?”

“I don’t see a problem with that. After all, I’m not going to make you start dancing with me, I promise.”

And her heart almost skipped a beat at the idea of being held in his arms, before she extended her arm, and their agreement was made as she said, “O-Okay. I-I’m Wallflower Blush by the way.”