Zip.
The fabric flows gently around me. I do a little spin. The red lace covering my chest stretches as a take a deep breath. It feels right. It looks right. And the colour, oh the colour. It's perfect. A cherry red dress falls to the floor as I unzip the back. I slip my jeans back on and button up my shirt. I pick up the dress and place it on the hanger. Gathering my things, I unlock the door with a simple smile on my face. This is the one. Finally one feels right. I meet my mom back outside the dressing room. "This is the one," I say. "You're sure?" I glance down at it. "I'm sure." We take the dress to the regester, and my mom pays for it with her credit card. Releaf sweaps over my body. I finally found a dress that feels right, looks right, and fits right. Finally. It's about time.
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