Oh my God, my life is ridiculous. Last night was just another night where Jack and I had to cook up a scheme to save at least one of us. It just happened to be Cindy and it just happened to be a wedding we had to prevent. That creep told Cindy she could keep the dress he bought for her. I don't know what she's going to do with it, but she sure did look beautiful in it. It actually rendered me speechless for a moment. I couldn't help but think of the day I could put a wedding dress on. Would anyone be speechless to see me? Jack, maybe? Why would I wonder about Jack?

It was my day off from work. Jack went on yet another job interview and Cindy had another appointment at UCLA to get finished with signing up for school. So for now it is just me here in my bedroom with that goddamn dress hanging up on the closet door, staring at me. That dress would look ridiculous on me; Cindy is tall and athletic, whereas I'm small and petite. Who would see me though? Nobody. Who would care if I was swimming in it? Well, just me, I guess.

I stripped down to my bra and panties before I gave myself a chance to think about what I was doing. It was like watching myself in a movie as I got the dress down, unzipped the back, and put it on. I walked to the mirror and I definitely did look ridiculous; too big. Though, I couldn't help but feel good knowing what a dress like this could mean for me one day.

I was able to zip up halfway and that's when I made my way to the living room. I was stepping and stumbling all over the bottom as I walked. I could have shit myself when I heard the front door open. I felt my face flush as I realized who was home.


I didn't have time to say much else before I fell. I went to go take a step towards him when I tripped over the train and face planted. Tears erupted from my eyes as I heard Jack wail with laughter. What an asshole! Doesn't he realize how embarrassing this is for me?

"Get up," he said as he came over to me and picked me up by the shoulders. "Get up."

I couldn't face him at first. He put his hands on my cheeks and then proceeded to wipe away my tears with his thumbs. He hoisted me up by the shoulders again and hugged me. I couldn't help but wrap my legs around him as he was hugging me from so high up the ground.

"Hey," he whispered in my ear.

"What?" I finally squeaked.

"White lace looks good on you."

"Thank you," I gulped.

"Feels good on you, too."


I never wanted him to put me down.