her head. “You’ve got a Meryl Streep kind of face and I know models who’d kill for those angles.” With a quick decisiveness, Cyn pulled a black dress down and handed it and the bustier
to Yo . “Go try these on and then come out. I want to
see them on you, I might need to do some alterations.”
“You do alterations?”
“It’s my dress you’re wearing and I
want it to look good. Plus, if the customer wants or needs alterations, I do
them.” She waved Yo to the dressing rooms. “Go on.
And be sure to wear the bustier under the dress.”
Yo obeyed in something of a daze. She was amazed when the
bustier hugged her curves as if it had been made for her. Per was going to
drool when he saw her in this. Then she pulled the dress on. It fit perfectly
and it made her look like a goddess. She fought with the zipper, but couldn’t
get the dress zipped.
“Are you dressed yet?” Cyn asked.
Yo took a deep breath and walked out of the dressing room. “I
can’t get it zipped.”
“Turn around.” Yohana obeyed and Cyn took care of the zipper issue. “Let’s
see you.”
Yo turned to face Cyn , wincing when
Serena whistled. “Oh, Yo ! Per’s eyeballs are going to pop out. You look amazing, and
I love that deep v-neck .”
“Are you sure I look okay?”
Cyn nodded. “You look lovely and I agree with Serena. Your Mate
will be wondering what’s under that dress all night long.” She walked around Yohana . “And I don’t even need to make alterations.”
Yohana walked over to a mirror and studied her reflection. The
three-quarter sleeves and the sheath style of the dress skimmed over her but
didn’t make her look like a sausage with a casing two sizes too small. She
turned. Yes, even her ass looked good.
What she liked the best was the slit
in the skirt. She could walk normally. One thing Yo hated about tight-fitting dresses was being forced to take tiny steps as if she
was a geisha or something. She took long strides, not tiny steps.
Serena came up behind her. “I bet Per is going to like the slit too.”
“He does kind of like my legs.”
“You’ve got the legs of a goddess.
Like Cyn ,” she said as Cyn joined them. “I feel like a munchkin when I stand between you two.”
Yo and Cyn exchanged wry glances.
Without words both knew the other had sometimes wished she was smaller and more
“ladylike” the way Serena was.
“It’s a pity females aren’t
encouraged to love themselves, no matter what,” Cyn observed.
“If I have a girl, I’ll make sure
she knows she’s beautiful,” Serena vowed, patting her belly.
“It’s a good vow to make. I’ll make
the same one,” Yo added.
“I wondered. You do smell ripe.”
Yo turned, fighting a snarl. “Excuse me? Are you saying I
stink?”
Cyn laughed. “No, honey. You smell
ready to go into heat.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“No offense taken and none meant.”
She looked around the shop. “We need to find you some killer heels to go with
that dress.” Cyn strode off to the shoes.
Yohana caught Serena’s arm. “Don’t let me shred anyone tonight,
okay? I’m right on the edge.”
Serena patted her arm. “No worries.
Friends don’t let friends kill people. But if you do, I promise I’ll help you
hide the body.”
Yo shook her head as Serena chuckled and walked away.
* * * * *
Per paced his living room and
glanced at his watch. She was late and Yohana was
never late. It was almost seven. Damn, she was cutting this close. He paused.
Technically, this was only their second date and yet he knew he was right about
her punctuality. This female was his True Mate. She had to be. The more he
thought about it the surer he was. He knew things about her intuitively and
he’d been dreaming about her nightly.
This week had been a painful
combination of spiritual and physical deprivation. He’d missed her. Wanted her. Needed her. Thought about her. He’d become obsessed and that kind of
shit only happened with a True Mate. Just then he
to Yo . “Go try these on and then come out. I want to
see them on you, I might need to do some alterations.”
“You do alterations?”
“It’s my dress you’re wearing and I
want it to look good. Plus, if the customer wants or needs alterations, I do
them.” She waved Yo to the dressing rooms. “Go on.
And be sure to wear the bustier under the dress.”
Yo obeyed in something of a daze. She was amazed when the
bustier hugged her curves as if it had been made for her. Per was going to
drool when he saw her in this. Then she pulled the dress on. It fit perfectly
and it made her look like a goddess. She fought with the zipper, but couldn’t
get the dress zipped.
“Are you dressed yet?” Cyn asked.
Yo took a deep breath and walked out of the dressing room. “I
can’t get it zipped.”
“Turn around.” Yohana obeyed and Cyn took care of the zipper issue. “Let’s
see you.”
Yo turned to face Cyn , wincing when
Serena whistled. “Oh, Yo ! Per’s eyeballs are going to pop out. You look amazing, and
I love that deep v-neck .”
“Are you sure I look okay?”
Cyn nodded. “You look lovely and I agree with Serena. Your Mate
will be wondering what’s under that dress all night long.” She walked around Yohana . “And I don’t even need to make alterations.”
Yohana walked over to a mirror and studied her reflection. The
three-quarter sleeves and the sheath style of the dress skimmed over her but
didn’t make her look like a sausage with a casing two sizes too small. She
turned. Yes, even her ass looked good.
What she liked the best was the slit
in the skirt. She could walk normally. One thing Yo hated about tight-fitting dresses was being forced to take tiny steps as if she
was a geisha or something. She took long strides, not tiny steps.
Serena came up behind her. “I bet Per is going to like the slit too.”
“He does kind of like my legs.”
“You’ve got the legs of a goddess.
Like Cyn ,” she said as Cyn joined them. “I feel like a munchkin when I stand between you two.”
Yo and Cyn exchanged wry glances.
Without words both knew the other had sometimes wished she was smaller and more
“ladylike” the way Serena was.
“It’s a pity females aren’t
encouraged to love themselves, no matter what,” Cyn observed.
“If I have a girl, I’ll make sure
she knows she’s beautiful,” Serena vowed, patting her belly.
“It’s a good vow to make. I’ll make
the same one,” Yo added.
“I wondered. You do smell ripe.”
Yo turned, fighting a snarl. “Excuse me? Are you saying I
stink?”
Cyn laughed. “No, honey. You smell
ready to go into heat.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
“No offense taken and none meant.”
She looked around the shop. “We need to find you some killer heels to go with
that dress.” Cyn strode off to the shoes.
Yohana caught Serena’s arm. “Don’t let me shred anyone tonight,
okay? I’m right on the edge.”
Serena patted her arm. “No worries.
Friends don’t let friends kill people. But if you do, I promise I’ll help you
hide the body.”
Yo shook her head as Serena chuckled and walked away.
* * * * *
Per paced his living room and
glanced at his watch. She was late and Yohana was
never late. It was almost seven. Damn, she was cutting this close. He paused.
Technically, this was only their second date and yet he knew he was right about
her punctuality. This female was his True Mate. She had to be. The more he
thought about it the surer he was. He knew things about her intuitively and
he’d been dreaming about her nightly.
This week had been a painful
combination of spiritual and physical deprivation. He’d missed her. Wanted her. Needed her. Thought about her. He’d become obsessed and that kind of
shit only happened with a True Mate. Just then he
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