Now write chapter 2, Colette goes to a tailed shop to get clothing that fit in, the two female tailers make one of the most humiliating experiences for colette, the goddess laughing her head off
# Chapter 2: The Tailor’s Fitting
Colette felt a strange mix of excitement and trepidation as she stepped into the tailor’s shop, the bell above the door chiming softly as it swung shut behind her. It was a modest establishment, with dark wood paneling and a slight scent of fabric and thread wafting through the air. A small sign over the counter read, “Tailor’s Magic,” and below it, a cheerful motto: “Where Your Style Meets Our Craft.”
She scanned the room, eager to blend in with the locals. A few mannequins stood proudly dressed in vibrant outfits, their styles a stark contrast to Colette’s own simple, otherworldly garb. She sighed, knowing she needed something more suited to this realm to avoid drawing too much attention. That’s when her gaze fell upon the two tailors.
At the far end of the room, two women were engrossed in their work. One was tall and slender, with long, flowing hair that seemed to shimmer as if it held threads of silver. The other was shorter, rounder, and exuded an infectious energy, her wild curls bouncing as she laughed at something a customer had just said. Both shared a playful camaraderie, their banter echoing in the shop.
“Excuse me?” Colette approached cautiously, trying to sound confident. “I need some clothing that fits better with the local style.”
The shorter tailor looked up, her bright eyes glinting with mischief. “Well, you’ve come to the right place! I’m Lila, and this is my sister Mara. What do you have in mind?”
Colette glanced down at her flowing robes, unsure where to begin. “Something... more practical, perhaps? Something not so... flamboyant.”
Mara’s eyes sparkled with amusement. She stepped closer, tilting her head as she studied Colette. “Ah, I see! You want to cover up that divine glow of yours, huh?”
Colette felt her cheeks flush. “It’s not glowing!” she protested, trying to maintain her dignity. “I just want to fit in.”
“Let’s see how we can help,” Lila chimed in, enthusiasm bubbling in her voice. “You’re quite tall, aren’t you? And slender. I bet we can tailor something magnificent for you!”
Hesitantly, Colette took a seat on a wooden stool while the two tailors began rifling through bolts of cloth, speaking animatedly. As they debated colors and styles, Colette couldn’t shake the feeling that they were enjoying this a little too much.
“Let’s start with a fitting!” Lila announced, holding up a bright, frilly dress that looked more suited for a child than a goddess. “Something to accentuate your figure, I believe!”
Colette gulped, her instincts urging her to refuse, but the tailoring duo was already bustling towards her, fabric in hand. Before she knew it, her robes were undone, and she was being wrapped in layers of bright material. Every tug seemed to expose more of her skin, every pin prick a reminder of her vulnerability.
“Oops! My apologies!” Lila exclaimed with mock innocence when she accidentally poked Colette with a pin. “Can’t have you floating off into another realm now, can we?”
Mara burst into laughter, her cackles echoing in the shop. “I think we should add some ribbons! Yes, definitely ribbons! Oh, and maybe a petticoat for flair.”
The fabric fell in soft, swirling waves around her. Colette turned beet red, wishing she could vanish into the walls like a disillusioned ghost. They had her spinning and posing, demanding she twirl like a model and strike poses that felt utterly absurd.
“More sass!” Mara urged, and as Colette tried to channel the flamboyance they wished to see, she felt more and more ridiculous. “Look at that! We’re making magic here!”
“I swear, you’d look good in anything—even in a potato sack!” Lila chimed in, and both sisters erupted into laughter again, their mirth ringing in her ears. Colette, feeling like a living joke, could do nothing but offer a weak smile.
After what felt like an eternity of twisting and turning, the sisters finally stepped back, hands on their hips, appraising their work. “Absolutely perfect!” Mara declared. “What do you think, Colette? Are you ready to take on the world?”
Colette stared at her reflection in the mirror, and it was like looking into an alternate dimension. There she stood, adorned in a riot of colors, frills, and ribbons—an embodiment of everything she didn’t want to be. The goddess laughed from her corner, clutching her sides as she enjoyed Colette’s torment.
“This is… definitely not what I had in mind,” Colette admitted, her voice small.
“Not what you had in mind? Oh, darling, this is stunning! You look positively radiant!” Lila gushed, her eyes dancing with joy.
“I feel like a character in a children’s story,” Colette muttered, half-heartedly tugging at the fabric.
“Then you’re perfect for the role!” Mara declared with a cheeky grin. “Now, let’s find something to match those fabulous outfits—shoes!”
Colette groaned internally, knowing deep down there was no way out. She was trapped in a world where she would go home resembling a blend of fairy tales gone wrong. As the laughter continued to swell around her, she couldn’t help but feel both embarrassed and oddly entertained by the absurdity of the situation. She was a goddess, but in that moment, she felt spectacularly human.
“Alright,” she decided, straightening her back and mustering a smirk. “Let’s get this over with. I need shoes far more dignified than this.” And with that, Colette stepped into her new story—frills and all.