felt decidedly out of
place in her jeans and t-shirt.
“You
should have come with us into Versace.” Kimber wagged a finger at her.
“Shopping is good for the woman’s soul, you know. Isn’t that a book?”
“I
think you’re about my size.” Lauren, Kimber’s college friend—the nice
one—piped up from the chair beside Jodie. Lauren was getting the
finishing touches on an up-do, pretty dark curls piled on top of her head.
“I’ve got a dress you can borrow for tonight, if you want.”
“Oh
no, I couldn’t…” Jodie started to protest, but Kimber was already raiding Lauren’s
bag. She pulled out a sparkly black dress, so short it made Jodie blush just
looking at it.
“Oh
wow, this would be perfect on you!” Kimber squealed, shaking the dress at her
friend. “Go put it on! I wanna see!”
“No,
really…” Jodie continued to protest but she was soon surrounded—even the
triplets were ushering her into a bathroom in the back.
The
dress was pretty incredible, she had to admit. Checking the tag pinned under
the arm, she gaped in horror. Fifteen hundred dollars? For a dress? She’d never worn anything so expensive in her life. She undressed down to her
underwear—boring white cotton bra and panties—and slipped the dress
on over her head. Her reflection smiled back at her in the little mirror over
the sink as she smoothed her hands down the sides of the dress. The hemline
ended well above her knee.
“Hey,
can someone—” She pulled the door open, finding all the women surrounding
the door in a half-circle, waiting for her. “Um… the zipper… I can’t get it by
myself…”
“I
can do it.” Lauren pushed into the bathroom, helping Jodie with her zipper,
holding her long, dark hair out of the way with her other hand. “Wow, you’re a
bombshell in that dress. But the socks have got to go.”
“Oh.”
Jodie looked down and blushed at the rainbow striped socks she was wearing.
“Shoes…”
“Here
you go, Cinderella!” Kimber pulled a shoe box out of her bag. “Try these on for
size.”
“No
way they’ll fit me.” Jodie frowned, opening the box. Kimber was far more petite
than she was. In high school, they’d traded clothes sometimes, but her things
were always big on Kimber and vice versa. Shoes were out of the question.
“Oh
just try them,” Kimber urged. “My feet have gotten bigger since high school.”
She
was right. The shoes slipped on—just barely. They were tight and pinched
Jodie’s toes, but the heels made her legs look even longer under the short
skirt.
“Perfect,”
Lauren exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight. “Now let’s go win some money!”
“Are
you sure you’re okay with me wearing this dress?” Jodie asked, lifting the tag
under the arm. “It’s… uh… not cheap.”
“Are
you going to run away in it?” Lauren wrinkled her nose and laughed, unhooking
the tag and putting it into the bag.
Jodie
couldn’t remember much about Kimber’s college friend, but she was far easier to
chat with than the other girls, who talked about country club memberships,
nannies, and husbands who worked eighty hours a week. Lauren had mentioned a
husband and a little girl—and clearly she had enough money to buy a
fifteen-hundred dollar dress—but she seemed less pretentious than the
others.
“Well…
no,” Jodie admitted, grabbing her jeans and t-shirt off the sink. “I promise
I’ll give it back to you.”
“Good
deal.” Lauren winked at Kimber, linking her arm through hers, and then doing
the same with Jodie. “Now let’s get drunk and go gambling, shall we?”
They
made a quick stop at the hotel room, dropping off their bags and purses, taking
only what they needed in little clutches. Jodie didn’t have one of those
either—she hadn’t realized how high-end things were going to be on this
trip—so Lauren loaned her that too. She put her driver’s license, her one
credit card, her iPhone, some lipstick and, at the last minute, a picture
place in her jeans and t-shirt.
“You
should have come with us into Versace.” Kimber wagged a finger at her.
“Shopping is good for the woman’s soul, you know. Isn’t that a book?”
“I
think you’re about my size.” Lauren, Kimber’s college friend—the nice
one—piped up from the chair beside Jodie. Lauren was getting the
finishing touches on an up-do, pretty dark curls piled on top of her head.
“I’ve got a dress you can borrow for tonight, if you want.”
“Oh
no, I couldn’t…” Jodie started to protest, but Kimber was already raiding Lauren’s
bag. She pulled out a sparkly black dress, so short it made Jodie blush just
looking at it.
“Oh
wow, this would be perfect on you!” Kimber squealed, shaking the dress at her
friend. “Go put it on! I wanna see!”
“No,
really…” Jodie continued to protest but she was soon surrounded—even the
triplets were ushering her into a bathroom in the back.
The
dress was pretty incredible, she had to admit. Checking the tag pinned under
the arm, she gaped in horror. Fifteen hundred dollars? For a dress? She’d never worn anything so expensive in her life. She undressed down to her
underwear—boring white cotton bra and panties—and slipped the dress
on over her head. Her reflection smiled back at her in the little mirror over
the sink as she smoothed her hands down the sides of the dress. The hemline
ended well above her knee.
“Hey,
can someone—” She pulled the door open, finding all the women surrounding
the door in a half-circle, waiting for her. “Um… the zipper… I can’t get it by
myself…”
“I
can do it.” Lauren pushed into the bathroom, helping Jodie with her zipper,
holding her long, dark hair out of the way with her other hand. “Wow, you’re a
bombshell in that dress. But the socks have got to go.”
“Oh.”
Jodie looked down and blushed at the rainbow striped socks she was wearing.
“Shoes…”
“Here
you go, Cinderella!” Kimber pulled a shoe box out of her bag. “Try these on for
size.”
“No
way they’ll fit me.” Jodie frowned, opening the box. Kimber was far more petite
than she was. In high school, they’d traded clothes sometimes, but her things
were always big on Kimber and vice versa. Shoes were out of the question.
“Oh
just try them,” Kimber urged. “My feet have gotten bigger since high school.”
She
was right. The shoes slipped on—just barely. They were tight and pinched
Jodie’s toes, but the heels made her legs look even longer under the short
skirt.
“Perfect,”
Lauren exclaimed, clapping her hands in delight. “Now let’s go win some money!”
“Are
you sure you’re okay with me wearing this dress?” Jodie asked, lifting the tag
under the arm. “It’s… uh… not cheap.”
“Are
you going to run away in it?” Lauren wrinkled her nose and laughed, unhooking
the tag and putting it into the bag.
Jodie
couldn’t remember much about Kimber’s college friend, but she was far easier to
chat with than the other girls, who talked about country club memberships,
nannies, and husbands who worked eighty hours a week. Lauren had mentioned a
husband and a little girl—and clearly she had enough money to buy a
fifteen-hundred dollar dress—but she seemed less pretentious than the
others.
“Well…
no,” Jodie admitted, grabbing her jeans and t-shirt off the sink. “I promise
I’ll give it back to you.”
“Good
deal.” Lauren winked at Kimber, linking her arm through hers, and then doing
the same with Jodie. “Now let’s get drunk and go gambling, shall we?”
They
made a quick stop at the hotel room, dropping off their bags and purses, taking
only what they needed in little clutches. Jodie didn’t have one of those
either—she hadn’t realized how high-end things were going to be on this
trip—so Lauren loaned her that too. She put her driver’s license, her one
credit card, her iPhone, some lipstick and, at the last minute, a picture
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