A Ballroom Gown

Eventually, Anna's gaze fell upon that of a ballroom. Dark blue in color and filled to the brim with lace and petticoats, it was perfect for a wannabe. But at the same time, it almost seemed like the most unbutch option possible. But at her age, it would serve as a statement.

"Perfect." she thought, carefully grabbing it off it's hangar. She threw her old outfit into the nearby hamper, getting to work slipping the undergarments. A corset came next, resulting in a thinner waist and a set of b-cup breasts. The leggings were next, even though they would go unseen. The opera gloves and puffed-up shoulder pads were a similar story, a nice shade of blue, they might blend into the dress itself. Not that this was Anna's problem.

The first set of petticoats followed suit, then the second. Finally, it was time for the star of the show - the gown itself.

"This is amazing."

Slipping her arms through, she let herself get taken in by the beauty of the dress. A slight twirl follows, with her ring reappearing. Hopefully, Delia would approve.