"Get Donna. Em, come on in."
"We should meet up in Donna's room," Cory said. "She's got enough clothing for a third world country."
"True. Take Emma there, then go back and get your stuff. I'll bring some things over. Dress up time!" She sprinted across her room, digging through her dresser.
Cory led Emma to Donna's room, tapping loudly. The shower was running, but they heard Donna call, "Entrez-vous!"
"What's up?" She came out of the bathroom in a towel, her hair wet around her shoulders.
"Wardrobe emergency. Emma needs clean undies."
"Oh, my gosh. Sit. I'll dry my hair and be right out. Cory, the gold suitcase, if you would."
"Sure thing, Donna. Emma, you're in for a treat!"
"What's in the gold suitcase?"
"Freebies. Stuff she got from modeling jobs. Totally wicked.... She only breaks this out for special occasions."
"A friend in need of panties is a special occasion," Donna said, pulling her top down over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and had on only her panties. She grabbed a pair of shorts from a drawer and pulled the heavy suitcase onto the bed. Flipping it open, she dug through looking for something particular.
"Here," she handed Emma a package of unopened panties. "I don't wear this style, I like bikini cut and those are boy cut. You mind?"
"Not at all. Thanks, just my size!"
"Then here." Donna tossed her another package. "Your boobs are bigger than mine. Cory, she needs a bra," she said as the other girl headed for the door.
"I'll see what I can do. Maybe Vera has one."
"Has one what?" Very had a pillow case bulging with items that she set on the chair.
"Bra?"
"Two. I gained a little since I've been here—a good thing, I was scrawny as hell. They've just been washed. Try." She tossed them to Emma. "We're all girls. Not like no one's seen your tits, right?"
Emma laughed, pulling up her top so she could put on the bra. "Way too many, probably."
"So, were you serious about you and Glenn?" Vera flopped down on the floor at her feet.
"Yeah. Kind of embarrassing to admit, but I don't remember anything but his voice. He talked non-stop most of the time. I think he'd been doing coke."
"Hell of a voice though," Donna said with a sigh. "He's dead sexy, but I'm otherwise involved."
"Me too," Vera said. "My significant other is keeping the band together while I'm here. Then it's her turn for rehab when I'm done."
"You're—um...?"
"Come on, you can say it," Vera laughed. "Gay. Yeah. Well, I've gone both ways, but pretty much prefer chicks. Guys get too damn needy. You don't have a problem with it, do you?"
"No, I just am surprised I didn't pick up on it. I'm a little surprised we're allowed to wear our own clothing. Most places take your stuff and issue horrible T-shirts and sweatpants or something."
"Ravenwood theory is that they don't want to turn us into zombie clones. We need to retain our individuality," Cory replied. "Also, wearing your own clothing makes you more comfortable and more inclined to be cooperative."
"Thank God!" Donna exclaimed. "I'm sorry, I'm not wearing hick couture!"
The bras both fit, so they were added to the pile with the panties. For the next hour and a half, Emma tried on clothing, bonding with the girls. Molly threw open the lost and found room and they dug through all kinds of junk looking for treasure.
"Oh, my gosh!" Donna held up a makeup bag still sealed in plastic. "Is this from that shopaholic girl you told me about, Molly?"
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