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JoWithout any hesitation, Ellie pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it on the little stool in the corner.
I tried my best not to look, not wanting to feel like a p*****t but the mirrors everywhere were making it an impossible task.
“Oh no…” Ellie sighed. “I look horrendous.”
Out of reflex, I looked at her and smothered a giggle. The blue dress we’d seen looked amazing on the mannequin but on Ellie, it looked worse than a sheet. It had no shape or form, the fabric had a weird shimmer to it, and it made her look like a washed out blueberry.
“It’s truly awful,” I admitted.
“I hate it.” Without wasting a second, she pulled the dress up, exposing her toned stomach and her pink b*a.
Her chest bounced as she removed the clothing and I quickly looked away again. Why was I looking a
