James left, slamming the door, while I watched Tiffany, looking slightly embarrassed.
But she didn’t seem to have a shy bone in her body. In addition to the dress, in fact, she offered me a heavily padded pushup bra.
“But it’s—”
“Don’t look at it like that, it’s just padded, not a bomb,” she explained, noticing my reluctant expression.
“But I’ve already got one.”
“Yeah, but this dress needs a strapless bra. Try it, we’re the same size.”
“You think so?”
She shrugged. “Yeah. What’s the problem?”
Yeah. What’s the problem? Go on, June, you can do it,I told myself, turning around. I took off my hoodie, then my bra.
I didn’t know exactly what Tiffany was doing, but she definitely was staring at me. I felt her deep-set eyes survey my back. I hoped I didn’t seem like a chronic klutz. I put my white bra on the bed and put on the black one she loaned me.
“Isn’t it a bit much?”
I stared at my chest, perplexed.
“Wait.”
She came closer to help me lift it slightly on its sides.
“Like this, see?”
“Shouldn’t a bra be kept inside?” I frowned, making her chuckle genuinely.
“It should enhance them, and this one does.”
“If you say so.”
Tiffany handed me the tiny piece of fabric she held in her hands.
“Now the dress.”
I ended up looking at my legs. For god’s sake, I couldn’t take my shorts off in front of Tiffany. Who knew if someone like her knew stretch marks exist. I cautiously unbuttoned them then glanced at my lower stomach. I thought about my inner thigh apprehensively.
If only they were just stretch marks.
I ended up putting the dress on first then taking off my shorts from under it after that. Weirdly, Tiffany didn’t tease me for the goofy scene I’d just made, but she helped me adjust the dress, which ended up being particularly tight around the waist.
“Poor Will, I wouldn’t want to be him on tonight. He’ll die of a heart attack.” She smiled as a hint of mischief glinted in her eyes.
And after putting both of her hands on my hips, then she made me turn toward the full-length mirror.
“Fan-tas-tic,” she articulated triumphantly.
“It’s a little too forward for my taste.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I didn’t say that, just, it doesn’t seem to suit me,” I clarified.
“I think that’s just because you’re bare faced. You look like a Goody Two-shoes. You just need a little liner, then put up your hair, and you’ll be ready.” Tiffany made everything easy when in reality I couldn’t even put a little lipstick on without it smearing. But she must’ve guessed that because she took the liberty of fixing my hair. She shook my messy bun out and tried to put it into a gathered updo.
