Seamstress in Stepford Town (Flash Fiction and Abandoned Story)

Hey.

A couple of months ago I wrote this little piece of flash fiction that I thought I could turn into a more fleshed out story. Not a big one, just something short and sweet. But as is often the case, my writing takes a little time to build up and I am wondering if I should continue or call it quits and say it was always meant to be a flash fiction.

I'll let you decide; below is the original flash fiction, and attached is what I have written of the longer version so far. I would really appreciate your comments and thoughts.

Seamstress in Stepford Town

A supervillainess by the name Seamstress had found this tiny enclave village. It painted itself as self-sustaining, a bastion of traditional gender roles. Not many books, but the Ira Levin satirical classic was everywhere. Whole placed was modelled after the town of Stepford, with a sprinkling of every online conspiracy you could find. Being so far out in the sticks it paid premium to an ISP. Self-sustaining. The irony.

The Seamstress was hiding away here, and the placed pissed her off. Misogyny hidden as… who knew what. So she got to working and crafted a spell in thread and fabric. The aesthetics pleased her, so she warped them. Her neighbour became her mannequin, displaying the new fashion sense she wanted the whole town to have. Sense was the keyword, for the Seamstress had power to change people’s sense, common, visual, or otherwise, with a snip and a tuck.

Her neighbour got cinched, squeezed, lubed up and slid into a perfectly shiny parody of the parody the town was. It was all sorts of sexy. Fit for the cover of SkinTwo. The effect took a couple of hours, but soon the neighbour could hold her head high, hold eye contact. She kissed the Seamstress in as a thank you for awakening her. In the mouth, neck. Everywhere.

The Seamstress got to work, crafting a warehouse worth of goods for the customers she knew would be coming in the morning. Men and women and all between would become infected by the fresh new sense she had liberated upon the town. And by the time they figured out she had left the door unlocked; she would be on her way to the next town.