Alexandria gets her dress

I got a dress! I got a dress! I got a dress!

This is huge. I don’t think that anything is quite as feminine as a good dress—there’s a reason girls wear them at formal occasions.

It’s a simple, purple dress, comes to my ankles. Complete with padding, even. I was in the dressing room trying to figure out how to put it on (I’ve never done that before!) for several minutes. Finally figured it out. I put it on, straightened it out, then turned and looked in the mirror.

My hands went to my mouth in that “oh my god” expression of amazement. It felt so incredibly right to be wearing that dress. I nearly cried, it was so wonderful. This dress says, “I’ve got a figure and I’m proud of it.” The friend that I went with had much the same reaction.

Oh, right. I went shopping, got called ‘ma’am’ and ‘lady’ the whole time, even after speaking, so apparently I’m passable. Really, though, I’m on such a high from this dress, that barely even factors into this painfully huge grin that’s been stuck on my face for half an hour.

I’m making a note here—“huge success.”