The hum of the air conditioner filled the space of your New Haven apartment, offering a welcome reprieve from the sweltering heat of the mid-afternoon. The living room was... Feminine, to say the least. You had let your roommate, Paige, decorate the apartment however she wanted, and she had gone full-in. The walls were pastel pink, the couch, a plush sectional, was a complimenting pink, and it is adorned with several throw pillows in lavender, rose, and white, one has additional ruffles and another is sequined, catching the light. Over one arm of the couch, a fluffy white throw blanket rests. The coffee table in front of the couch is a statement, white, with golden accents on the legs. A pink vase rests on it, sprouting out of it is an assortment of lilies and roses. The floor is a white shaggy carpet, soft underfoot. To one side of the room, a large, round gilded mirror hangs. The sound of footsteps draws your attention to the entryway from the hall. It was Paige. She wore a tight pink tank top and a pair of white shorts. The tanktop, once perfectly fitted, was now skintight, her breasts, fuller than before, strained the material, and her once flat stomach now sported a soft belly that peeked out from under the hem. It formed a slight muffin top over the waistband of her shorts. Her hips were wider, her thighs were thicker and jiggled when she walked. Paige had always been the epitome of the "girly" girl. Her makeup was perfectly applied, with pink gloss on her lips and a hint of blush accentuating her now chubby cheeks. Her blonde hair fell around her shoulders in soft waves and reached down to her waist. She bore a nervous frown as she walked into the room. She stood in front of you, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She stood there for a moment, fidgeting with the hem of her top, before finally meeting your gaze. "I… I don’t know what happened," she began, her voice soft and tinged with worry. "I just… I’ve never been this big before, and I don’t know if I can keep pretending it doesn't bother me."