Layla felt herself destined for great things from birth; her storybooks foretold it after all! Why else would she be born into extreme poverty? Maybe she'd win the lottery, or catch the eye of a spunky billionaire looking to give money away, or maybe she'd get a golden ticket! The adorable Lapras' fantasies were endless. So she waited. And waited. And waited. Most would become incredibly cynical, even jaded, to live most of their lives so miserably, but Layla's imagination had been a gift to her. Her mind was full of dreams of beautiful dresses, wondrous opportunities, and interesting life lessons. Really, Layla was the most cheerful girl you could ever hope to meet. While her friendships didn't always last too long, she made a great friend in Jewel. And what good timing! Maturity hit Layla like a ton of bricks and rather quickly blossomed physically. EVERYONE wanted to be her friend before long, who knows how bad it would have gotten if Jewel wasn't around, especially since she began cutting into Kyla's harem and Kyla HATED competition.
Then Layla's golden ticket, the one she had dreamed fifteen years for, arrived. After becoming of legal age, Layla received a number of offers to become a clothing model, starting with the swimsuit issue. While the idea of posing nearly nude shocked her, the job paid incredibly well, so she took it. For a few years, the job and the money were good. She and her parents no longer lived in oppressive poverty and she got to look at a large variety of fashions. Before long the golden ticket had turned into a gilded one. The sudden infusion of money was too much for her parents to bear and fights had begun to break out between the couple almost every night, a co-worker became jealous of her success and began actively sabotaging her, her understanding boss seemed to become bitter and abusive, her diet was planned out for her and enforced a mindset to keep her at an “attractive” weight, and every year her swimsuits got skimpier, and skimpier, and skimpier! And why were they so UGLY?! Ironically enough it took all of her dreams coming true to break the whimsical spirit of the Lapras.
Then it came to her one day as she wore the ugliest skimpiest swimsuit she ever laid eyes on. Her gargantuan bust required, nay, demanded that she could sew her own casual clothing. Then why couldn't she make clothing for others? Months went by as Layla secretly created her own clothing line, terrified that someone would walk in and discover her secret. With the help of Jewel and her rather impressive business sense, a new clothing line appeared under a mysterious pseudonym. Gorgeous dresses and swimsuits, cheap, and even better, a whole line for plus-sizes! Truly this dashing dame of the dress would start a clothing revolution, whoever she was!
With careful planning, Layla soon retired quietly to continue work on her own clothing, with nobody the wiser. Layla's incredible income soon dwindled to a more manageable sum, and with it, her problems disappeared. Her parents began realizing how badly money had influenced them and began caring for themselves again, she could make whatever line of dress she desired to wear, nobody sent her creepy fan mail anymore (though occasionally she somehow got a letter demanding she return to her old job), and she finally could eat whatever the hell she wanted. Within reason of course.

Art by walkitalki on FA.