"I've made a decision; tomorrow we're going dress shopping!"
"I don't like pink."
"C'mon, Ty, it would look great with your hair."
"Dot," I said over the pile of dresses already crowding my arms, "I don't like pink."
"Fine," she said, and she threw the bright pink princess dress into Fae's arms without asking. We exchanged a look and sighed. I'd lost count of how many dresses I'd tried on in the numerous stores we'd visited, and I was beginning to lose hope in finding the right one. It was getting late, and now all I wanted to do was get back to the pack house and hang out with Bo.
"Can we try these on?" Fae asked in a bored voice. Dot nodded and we trekked across the formal department to the dressing rooms. I padded into a cramped room and shut the door behind me. I dumped the dresses on the chair in the corner and yawned. Dot had stolen Fae and I away after school, telling us that homework could wait. I'd come to the mall thinking that selecting a formal dress would be simple.
Boy was I wrong.
Still, seeing Dot get excited over picking out pretty dresses was worth it. She was like a kid in a candy store. On more than one occasion, Dot had told me that she was excited that I was going to become her sister-in-law. Apparently, I was the ideal girlfriend.
I pulled on a dress at random, and when I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, I grimaced. The dress was silver and sparkly, and way too short and tight for my taste. I was just about to peel it off when someone pounded on my door. "I wanna see the dress you're wearing, Ty!" yelled Dot.
I rolled my eyes and unlocked the door. Dot motioned silently for me to come out into the hallway, and I obliged. "You look like a hooker," noted Fae.
"You look like a cream puff," I shot back. Fae was standing in front of her dressing room in an ivory floor length ball gown that looked like it belonged in a fairy tale story.
"Next dress," ordered Dot, and I walked back into my dressing room and pulled of the dress, a bunch of glitter sprinkling down into my hair. I tied it up into a high ponytail and grabbed another dress. This one went down to my knees and was some sort of spaghetti strap, multicolored safari princess number with a bejeweled neckline.
I opened the door and twirled for Dot. She tapped her finger on a chin for a moment before saying, "Too busy," and sending me back into the dressing room to try on the next dress. This went on until I was out of choices.
Just as I stepped out of the dressing room, back in my regular clothes with a mountain of dresses in my arms, Dot stopped me. "I saw a dress that I want you to try on." I groaned. "It's the last one, I promise. Please, Tyler?" She stuck out her bottom lip like a toddler, and I sighed and nodded. "I'll be right back!" Dot exclaimed, and she disappeared back into the racks.
I hung the dresses up on the rack at the front of the dressing rooms and glanced at Fae, who was feverishly texting on her phone. She'd decided on a cerulean floor length gown with a simple halter strap covered in pretty silver beads. It hugged her body perfectly and made her look voluptuous and amazing. I was beyond jealous that she was done with dress hunting.
I heard Dot walking back into the dressing rooms, and I turned around. "Here ya go!" she said, and she pulled out a beautiful dress from behind her back. It was an pale green strapless dress with a black lace band around the middle.
I took the hanger from her hand and quickly changed into it in my dressing room. I glanced at myself in the mirror and smiled. The dress stopped a few inches above my knee, and it made my legs look a lot longer than they actually were. The bodice was tight enough to make my boobs look bigger than they were; not prostitute-fake-plastic big, but bigger.
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I Didn't Know I'm a RogueWerewolf
Tyler has been kept in the dark. She knows virtually nothing about werewolves and she rarely ever gets to shift. Then, men break into her house, slaughter her parents, and bring her to a house where she is locked in the basement and tortured for bei...