The Perfect Dress
A couple days ago, I was out with my friends. I dragged them to accompany me as I tried on a bunch of dresses. I was having loads of fun. That's when I saw it.
It was so beautiful on the rack. It was black and simple. It was plain. There was nothing very special about it. Yet, it sang out to me. I had to try it on. I went to wait in line in the dressing room. When I put it on, I gasped. I didn't think I could look so good.
It was honestly the best thing I had ever worn. It stuck to my figure perfectly. As I turned around to get a better look, I found myself loving it even more. It felt empowering and powerful. Then, I looked down at my legs. (The dress was short. It didn't even come up to my knees.) I don't usually wear short clothes outside. I was a bit shy at first. I steeled up my courage. I assured myself that I looked amazing. I called my friend to come outside the dressing room and I scurried out to show it off. (I use the word scurried because that's literally what I did.) I felt like the dress was made for me.
The dress in the picture isn't the one I tried on. It's very similar though.
Sounds like you found a gem of a dress. Wish I could get myself a tuxedo that fits perfectly for me like the dress did for you.
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