“Oh, wow.”
I tensed, tucking the last strands of my hair into the braid before looking to the doorway. Heather stood with a stunned look on her face.
She shook her head. “I mean, wow.” A flurry of eye blinking. “Bren, you look amazing.”
Oh, f**k.
I looked like a girl.
I was in the white tulle dress with pink sparkles. The store clerks had a bunch of fancy names for how it was designed, but it was strapless. The top was sleek, dipping down just a little between my breasts. There was a minimal amount of tulle at the bottom. It didn’t puff out or anything. But what sold it for me was when I put Heather’s leather jacket on again.
The look. The feel. The vibe. It was me.
“Thanks?”
She started laughing. “You hate it, don’t you?”
I lifted a shoulder, moving to my closet. I grabbed a clut
