To the changing room

"Where is the changing room?" Your mum asked Monica and Monica raised her hand towards the direction of the changing room. There was a short queue and your mum walked towards it. She turned around and noticed you were not following her. She said, "Alex, what are you waiting for?" You followed her close behind.

Your mum and you waited outside the changing room, she was holding the dress and when there's no one else in front of you queuing. She passed you the dress. "Try this and let me see."

A door opened and a teenage girl walked out holding on to a red dress. You took the dress from your mum and went into the changing room. You remove your shirt and draped the dress over your body. You opened the door slightly and you saw your mum standing outside, folding her hands in front of her chest. She pushed the door wider and you were standing there in a dress, blushing.

"Take off your jeans, you silly boy. I'll get the salesgirl to get you a size S when she's here."

You closed the door and removed the jeans. But you hesitated to open the door. You could hear the conversation.

"Hey, miss, can you come over."

After awhile... "Yes, how can I help you?" The dress is a little too big, can I have size S please?"

"Sure, hold on a minute."

"Alex, open the door. Your dress is here." Your mum knocked on the door, and all your remaining dignity were gone. You sheepishly opened the door and you saw your mum and Monica standing outside. Monica was having a 'hard' time controlling her laughter.

You removed the current dress you're wearing and changed into the new smaller one. It fits snugly at the waist and a little loose at the chest. The red strap looks really good and you like it a lot.

Before you can admire yourself further, you heard knocking on the door again. "How was it? Let me take a look." Your mum said.

You opened the door for the second time again, Your mum and Monica were standing outside.

"Looks good, very fitting. This design is very elegant on her." Monica said... But did she just referred me as a "her"?

"Try this," Monica said as she held up another black dress, with zipper at the back. It had white vertical lines at the side. "This is size M and size S. I'm not sure which one fits you. But try both. Let me know if you need help." Monica winks. You quickly grabbed the dresses and closed the door behind you.