15 September 2012
Dude, rich houses are awesome. I could use a trap door beside my bed too. But this thing's like a department store under a house. There're dresses, shirts and pants in all sizes, both male and female. Some of these dresses are probably custom made.
"Why do you have all kinds of sizes if theres only three of you?" I asked. Jennifer looked at me like I was crazy or something. "You know what growth spurts are right? Yea, that's what it's for and it's just that mom really loves to collect these things."
Wow, rich people have such expensive tastes. I scanned the basement, looking at the details. The floor and the walls are all wooden and the shelves are mahogany. It also has air conditioning and changing rooms.
"Ah, there it is," I heard Jennifer say, looking at a shelf at the corner of the basement. Alex was also there, standing beside the male section. He looks spaced out, but then he saw me and looked away frantically. I raised a brow and looked at myself. Right, I'm only wearing a bathrobe. Is it that disturbing?
"Man up, Lexie," Jennifer said, crossing her arms. She calls him Lexie?
"Don't get her to follow your example!" Alex said, still looking the other way. Jennifer sighed and walked to the female section where Alex can't see us. The prom collection is amazing here.
"Okay we're out of your sight now. So what color do you want?" Jennifer asked, looking at the rack of dresses. "Black," I said immediately. I've always liked the color black and red, but I prefer a black dress. Jennifer nodded and began to scan the whole rack for black dresses. She picked up one strapless dress that goes til right above the knee, and told me to try it on in the changing room. I went inside the changing room, closed the curtain, and opened my bathrobe. Damn scars. I put on the dress and looked at the mirror.
"Put this on," Jennifer said from outside, shoving her hand on the side of the curtain. There were two thick black, bracelets with diamonds on it. I put it on, covering up my scars. That works. I opened the curtain, and Jennifer whistled.
"Lexie! Come see this!" she shouted to the other side. Alex came, looked at me and smiled.
"It's good, but I think it's too revealing," he said, looking at me from head to toe. "Too revealing? Oh, I think I get the image you're trying to give her. Now go dress yourself up and I'm gonna make her a masterpiece. You can only see her later okay? It's a surprise," Jeniffer cheerfully told Alex. When Alex left, she went to the rack and pulled out another black dress. This time it's sleeveless with a turtle neck and flower embroideries. I could tell that it's expensive. I went inside the changing room and put it on, still wearing the bracelets. When I stepped out , Jennifer looked at me, surprised.
"Wow, you look better in it then I thought you would." She circled me and checked the dress. It fitted me perfectly, and felt comfortable. Nice.
I spun and the rims of my dress fluttered perfectly.
"Here, wear this too," Jennifer said, shoving in a black jacket. I obediently put it on, and looked at myself on the mirror. The jacket only goes just below my chest and it has a cardigan-like material. Jennifer pulled the sleeves back until it's just below my elbow.
"Perfect," she said, grinning at me.
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