I knew something was wrong the moment I saw the.
Box. It was way too big wrapped in
soft. Pastel pink paper finished with
a shiny satin bow that looked almost.
Excited to be opened, My heart fluttered.
And I laughed nervously, already feeling my cheeks warm.
Go on. She said sweetly.
It's for you. I lifted the lid.
And froze. Inside was the most feminine
outfit. I had.
Ever seen? A.
Pastel pink dress. With a flared skirt.
And a delicate. White lace apron, soft lace
pantyhose folded. Perfectly.
High. Platform heels with tiny bows
and right on. Top like it belonged there A.
Small pink handbag. I.
Gasped and covered my mouth, giggling despite myself.
You're joking. Right.
She. Just.
Smiled. Before I could escape, the dress
was already in my hands. The fabric felt impossibly soft
as. I stepped into it when the lace.
Pantyhose slid up my legs. I shivered.
Suddenly, very. Aware of how girly.
Everything felt the heels made a cute little.
Click when I stood up and I wobbled, then laughed, blushing
hard. Oh my God.
She fixed. My hair into soft.
Curls adding little pastel. Bows on each side.
When she placed the handbag into my hands, my fingers curled
around it naturally. Like they had practised before.
Then she turned me toward the mirror.
I expected. To feel embarrassed instead.
My breath caught. I looked.
Pretty. The.
Dress hugged me perfectly, the apron made me look sweet and
delicate, and the heels changed the.
Way I stood. Without me even thinking about
it, I shifted my weight, knees together.
Shoulders. Slightly in, giggling softly.
As. My reflection copied every shy
movement I'm not supposed. To like this?
I whispered. Cheeks burning, but when she
told me how adorable. I looked.
I squealed. Covering my face and peeking
through my fingers. My heart.
Was racing my smile. Impossible to hide.
It was supposed to be just a gift, just a joke.
Yet there I was. Blushing, giggling, holding my
handbag tightly, hoping secretly that I wouldn't have to change
out of it anytime soon. She loved the gift.
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