Kyle wasn't sure what he had expected at this point. His options were a collection of tight, bodycon dresses that looked like they'd just barely cover his ass.
"Why does it seem like they want me in less and less clothes." Kyle whined.
And that wasn't all, there were strapless ones, and if they weren't strapless, they had plunging necklines or spaghetti straps. Kyle groaned as the girls continued to cajole him from outside the fitting room.
"What's taking so long?" Robin asked.
"Do you need help in there?" Darla questioned.
"No! I'm just having a hard time picking one! But I think I just found one!" Kyle quickly replied, holding the door shut just in case.
Once he was certain that the door wasn't going to be busted down by the girls, Kyle took a deep breath and picked one at random, a pink sequined number that tightly hugged all of "Bambi's" curves. He quickly changed out of his clothes and into the dress. It was short, but at least it had straps, and covered most of his torso, except for giving an exceptional frame to his chest.
"Open the door! We want to see!" Melissa demanded.
"All right..." Kyle sighed, opening the door. "Happy?"
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