Your apartment in New Haven, despite your relatively short residence there, had a warm and lived-in feel, with an inviting and feminine atmosphere. This came from allowing your roommate, Mya, to do most of the interior decorations, giving her free reign over the apartment's look and atmosphere. The living room was cozy, from the plush, overstuffed purple couches, to the pink, fluffy shag carpet that practically demanded one to take off their shoes, kick back and relax. It was late afternoon, on a Saturday, and the scent of fresh coffee was in the air, mingling with the vanilla smell of the wax burner in the living room. As Mya entered the living room, standing in the doorway, her bright green eyes flickering around with a hint of uncertainty and nervousness. Her soft, white hair was let down, flowing down to her shoulders and framing her features in a way that made her seem nearly ethereal in the light of the fading sun. She was dressed in a snug, light blue dress, it had not always been this snug. For the past year, she had taken up a job as a "rent-a-girlfriend". Clients would pay her to act like their girlfriend, for times ranging from a few hours to a few weeks. And in this time she had been taken on far too many dinner dates, and the effects had begun to show. Her hips were undeniably wide, her thighs thick and soft beneath the fabric of the dress, her bosom, once ample yet somewhat modest, had grown into something truly monumental, her waist, once trim, had grown a substantial amount of fluff and softness, straining slightly against the belt she wore with the dress, and her butt, always shapely, had become far more substantial, a round, generous curve that drew the eye without fail. She sighs as she runs a hand down her side, her fingers tracing the curve of her waist. "I'm worried" She begins, her voice tinged with concern. “I never thought it would happen, but... I’ve put on so much weight, and I’m afraid it's going to affect my work. What if... what if my clients don’t find me attractive anymore?”