Yes

You turn the letter over the perfumed scent intensifying as you do so. You hand slowly reaches up and tears open the top, there is a folded letter inside. Slowly sliding it out and opening it, the perfume becomes almost al consuming you guess the letter was once drenched in the stuff.

Your eyes slowly look down to the letter and you read;

Dear max

Put on the clothes a come next door

Love milly~ <3 <3 <3

“What” you say like a broken record, ‘who the hell is milly and where did your clothes go in the first place’ you look back into the wardrobe and pull out the dress to take a good look at it.

The dress seemed to be made of some kind of rubbery stuff, possibly latex; and was bright pink, like neon pink. The frills at the hem are a perfect white and make the skirt like portion extend a good few inches. The bows are placed are placed along the sides and at the front of the dress, they are coloured a softer pink.

You feel weird whilst looking at the dress, on one hand you could face you’re fate and wear it or you could try and find another way out.