Size S

After closing the door behind you, you carefully placed both dresses on the hooks behind the door. You looked at both of them, they looked pretty sharp and you'll start imagining yourself as an office lady wearing those.

I don't think I look fat, since for the previous dress, I'm wearing size S, I think size S would fit me as well. You thought to yourself

You pulled the black dress out over your head like a shirt, except it was longer. It came off pretty easily. You reached out to pull your pants down but realized you weren't wearing any. You smiled to yourself at your silliness.

You took the dress with size S, it looked pretty small. There is a zipper at the back, you carefully pulled down the zip, opened up the opening and step in it. Then you put your hands into the holes for the arm, left first then right. You looked at yourself over the mirror, it does look good on you.

You reached for the zip and pulled it up as much as you could. Reaching about three quarter, you had a problem reaching for the zipper and pulling it up. You opened the door slightly and you don't see your mum, Monica was standing outside.

"Psst Psst." You signaled for Monica to come over. She came over and you told her that you need some help with the zipper. "I can't pull the zipper up."

"Open the door and turn around. I'll help you." You opened the door wider and turned around. The dress was pretty tight near your shoulder bones but she still managed to get it up.

"Where's my mother." You asked.

"She's looking for more dresses, probably for herself as she's in a plus size section. Do you want more dresses or are you satisfied with these two?"

You looked at her in the eyes. She was a very sincere salesgirl trying to help you. She might get more commission for selling more dresses, but she was acting very professionally. Deep down, you are starting to enjoy this, but it was morally wrong to wear a dress and you knew it.