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Dress Dance



This day has been like nothing I ever imagined.

That’s what Shiro thought as she opened the box from Sophie. Upon seeing the dress inside, she was unable to hold in a gasp.

It was beautiful, unlike anything she had ever seen. Somewhere in her mind, Shiro started matching the dress with accessories in her possession.

She wanted to feel beautiful, in this dress from Sophie.

Carefully holding the dress to prevent it from wrinkling, Shiro went into her room. She was still grateful to Sophie for what she did. This room bore traces of Shiro’s personality, in the fairy lights along the back wall and the bed pillows, all in shades of brown and white and gold.

There was storage underneath the bed; Shiro had asked for it as a special request, and was grateful to Sophie for accepting. Opening one of the drawers, Sophie retrieved her butterfly bracelet from its box.

Putting on the bracelet, Shiro matched the rest of her accessories to the dress. She undressed, letting her clothes pile up in the corner before stepping into the dress.

The fit was even more amazing than she could have imagined. Shiro couldn’t zip the dress all the way, but she was still smiling at the sight of herself in the mirror.

“Sophie, a little help,” Shiro called, slightly embarrassed at not being able to zip the dress.

Sophie’s fingers on her back were gentle and comforting; Shiro remained completely still as the other girl finished zipping the dress, and then turned around.

“What do you think?” Shiro asked, turning around. She had found a silver hair clip in the shape of a star, and pinned it into her pale blonde locks.

“Whoa...” Sophie said. “So pretty...”

Laughing a bit, Shiro did a little twirl in the dress. She wasn’t as naturally feminine as Sophie and the others thought; Shiro had been on hormones for long enough that her body looked feminine enough for her.

“I do feel pretty,” Shiro admitted. She was wearing a pair of simple black shoes, with black straps around the ankles to keep them from going flip-flop on the heels. Taking a step forward, Shiro could feel her heart beating so so fast.

Extending her hand to Sophie, Shiro smiled. This close, Shiro smelled like freshly washed linens and vanilla milkshake as she asked Sophie for a dance.

Neither girl knew how to dance, but Shiro didn’t care. She just wanted to be with Sophie and say,



“I love you.”

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