An outfit for date night

"I have a date!" Jenn blurted out.

Valerie blinked. “Congratulations?”

“I mean, not right now. Tonight. And I have nothing to wear. Well, I do, but everything I own either looks like I’m going to work, going to bed, or going to pick up bulk paper towels at Costco.”

Valerie’s smile widened, not mocking, but delighted.

“Sounds like a fashion emergency. I love fashion emergencies.”

Before Jenn could protest, Valerie clapped her hands decisively.

“Changing room. Now. I’ll pull options.”

Jenn was herded down a plush hallway like a confused farm animal. Valerie opened a fitting room door with a flourish.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back with magic.”

Jenn stepped inside, heart pounding. The room was nicer than most hotel suites she’d stayed in. There was even a tiny chaise lounge. Why would anyone recline during outfit changes? She stood awkwardly in the center, unsure whether to sit, lean, or simply cease existing. Outside, she heard hangers clinking at rapid speed as Valerie conducted her wardrobe symphony.

Jenn muttered to herself in the mirror. “Okay. You can do this. Worst case scenario, you fake a medical emergency and leave through the back exit.”

“Got your first round!” Valerie sang as she ripped the curtain open, sliding in a handful of garments that looked both beautiful and terrifyingly small.

Jenn’s stomach dropped. One dress was backless. One was very short. One... well Jenn didn't know if she would even call it a dress.

Valerie beamed. “Let’s find Date Night You.”