"Do I look fat in this?" She asks me for the thousandth time. Just because i'm gay doesn't mean i enjoy dress shopping. Last time I checked i have a penis and i like it that way.
'Hey, can you zip up the back." she says from the changing room. I head over and zip it up.
"I don't like this one as much." she says as she looks at herself in the mirror.
"Good luck taking it off."I say as i leave the dressing room. I say outside the door. For a moment my eyes wander to the rack of prom dresses. Each on was a different style and color, and they were all very elegant. I wonder how i would look in one of those I think as I look through them. I pick out a long, pale blue one form the rack. I head into the nearest changing room. what the hell am I doing? I think to myself as i slip out of my clothes and step into the dress.
"Anglea, where are you?" a deep masculene voice says. I reconize it as my next door neighbor and long time crush, Ethan. I'm stilll thinking about his abs when the door swings open. I look up in horror and see him standing in the doorway.
"N-not bad." He says quietly, his face flushed. I just stand there in horror with my body still wrapped in the smooth fabric.
