a model plane tournament.

"He is at the airfield for a model plane rally. He learned how to build them with my George, he wanted to use his tool in memory of it." Says old Mrs Carlisle.

"We'll go ask him for the key." Replies my mom.

"Mrs Carlisle my shirt shrunk in the machine, could you lend me some clothes." I ask.

"Oh I don't think I have anything that would fit a young girl like you." She replies.

"Unless... wait give me this thing I have a dress of yours in my closet." She adds

I'm **** to strip again but I would happily trade the small top for one of my dresses.

She takes it and the dirty dishes from our breakfast before leaving the room.

She soon comes back with a small pink dress with frills and ribbons.

I remember this dress, it was my favourite until I lost it.

When I was 12 year old.

It might be a tight fit but I have an idea.

"Could I get my top back, Mrs Carlisle I would like to use it as a bra. " I tell her.

"Ohh this thing was ruined, I used it to clean the dishes. I threw it afterwards." She replies.

I curse myself for letting go of it in the first place.

I exhale and slip the dress on.

The collar rips open a little when I breath again. The small girl dress now shows ample cleavage. It is only slightly longer than the t-shirt I had this morning, but at least I look dressed in it, albeit childishly. (In the t-shirt I looked half dressed.)

My mom thanks the old lady for the breakfast and my dress.

We get back home and to our car.