In A City That Never Sleeps...

Chapter 1

You would think that going to school for fashion merchandising would make it easier to decided on picking an outfit, but you'd be wrong. I had every piece of clothing I owned thrown around my apartment and not a single outfit choice picked out. Dresses, pants, tops, accessories, and anything that could be used to but on a person's body littered the floor like they were meant to be the carpet.

I casually flipped through polaroid pictures of myself in various outfits and groaned out in frustration, searching for an outfit I hadn't worn out yet was hard work. I could not, under any circumstances be an outfit repeater. If there was anything that the Lizzie McGuire Movie taught me, it was that having a fashion sense was relative and I was most certainly not.

I finally settled on a picture where I was wearing a tight, red off-the-shoulder satin dress and a pair of clear strapped heels.  I grabbed a nearby red marker that somehow was visible in the mess I created and slashed an x on the picture.

Now to find the dress...

Looking around I sighed at the tornado I had created. I had four clothing racks set up in my apartment living room, clothes no longer hanging but tossed off the couch and kitchen table. As I started to pick up everything off the floor I heard a loud knock on the door. Quickly throwing back down the clothes I had picked up. I ran to open the door already knowing who was knocking.

"Levi!" I shouted and jumped to hug my best friend. "I haven't seen you in forever!"

"I literally saw you like three days ago," he said pushing me back with a smirk, eyeing me over. I stared back at him confused by his expression.

"Is that what your gonna wear?"

Looking down at myself, I forgot that I only had on a pair of black sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt.

"Have you ever seen me wear this kind of outfit out in public? You insult me." I hissed flipping my hair over my shoulder. I eyed Levi from head to toe, I could tell my little styling tips I had given him a few weeks ago had made an impact. It only took years of nagging him for something to stick.

Levi was tall, like giant tall at least to me. His brown hair was tousled in that effortless look that men just seem to have without having to put any product in. I was insanely jealous his hair maintenance was not as lengthy as mine.

He wore a fitted maroon-colored shirt, the top few buttons were undone showing his tan skin underneath, and fitted black pants. This was a major improvement from his ripped jeans and old graphic t-shirt look that he seemed to wear every other day.

"What happened in here Cat, you get into a fight with your closet again?" he joked walking or trying to walk through the piles of clothes scattered.

"Har, har your so funny" I grumbled as I began to pick up the clothes from the floor.

I spent the next couple of minutes grabbing as many clothes as I could and throwing them on the couch so that they at least weren't on the floor. Looking around at my hard work of transferring piles from the floor to the couch I figured that was enough cleaning for now.

"Give me like 20 minutes and I'll be ready" I yelled as I looked around and found the red dress in the picture thrown over one of the house plants. Weird I do not remember doing that.

"Yeah 20 minutes..." he grumbled behind me. I heard him flick the tv on and I laughed internally.

Opening the double doors to my room I slipped
off the clothes I was wearing and into the red dress I had decided on. I looked my outfit choice over in my bathroom mirror. The dress was tight but not so that I was suffocating in it. The tightness in the chest area gave my small boobs, just the right about of lift to make them look a size bigger or two. It synched my waist so perfectly, I wished my body looked like that without the help of the dress. The dress was soft and I couldn't help but run my hands up and down feeling the material between my fingertips.