Yes, but it leaves little to the imagination

Jenn lifted her arms like she was surrendering to the Fashion Police. The dress settled over her; cool, shimmery, and aggressively unsubstantial. For a beat, she didn’t breathe. Then she looked down. And nearly blacked out.

It wasn’t that the dress didn’t fit. It fit flawlessly, like it had been sewn using rumors of her measurements. It hugged her waist, draped over her hips, and flowed like liquid light.

But it was also… completely see through.

Not kind of sheer. Not suggestive. This was National Geographic documentary in 4K levels of exposure.

“Oh absolutely not,” Jenn whispered, throwing her arms back across her chest like she was shielding herself from radiation.

Valerie’s face lit up. “Oh my God, it’s perfect.”

“It’s criminal, is what it is!” Jenn hissed. “Valerie, people will see everything.”

“They’ll see contours,” Valerie said optimistically.

“They’ll see full silhouettes. They’ll see panty brands. They’ll know my bra is from the ‘Two for $24 Comfort Collection,’ Valerie!”

Valerie tilted her head, squinting critically. “Okay… yeah. The underwear is fighting the vibe.”

Jenn stared at her reflection in horror. The crisp white cotton briefs and functional tan bra shone through the dress like high-beams. Valerie clasped her hands behind her back like a patient medieval executioner awaiting instruction.

“So. We have two options.” Valerie began.

“Oh no.”

“Either,” Valerie continued brightly, “we change what’s under the dress…”

Jenn swallowed. “Into what, exactly?”

“I could bring you something seamless. Something nude. Maybe something with… less surface area.”

Jenn made an involuntary squeaking noise.

“Or…” Valerie continued. “…we skip underwear altogether.”

“Absolutely not!” Jenn yelped, grabbing her sides as if she could will the molecules of her dignity to stay put.

Jenn stood paralyzed in front of the mirror, wrapped in one millimeter of iridescent indecision, arms glued to her ribs, every muscle vibrating with modesty and… something else she refused to name.

Jenn stared at herself.

And tried to decide if she was brave…

…or very, very stupid.