"Uh, there was a problem"

You go back behind the counter and find Lawrence fumbling with your dress.

"Oh, Larry. Is my dress dry?" you query, as you see him try to hide it when he realizes you are there.

"Uh, there was a problem," he mutters, trying not to meet your gaze.

"What was that, Lawrence?" you ask, your voice sounding agitated.

"Well, I was waiting on some customers, and, and, when I got back, the heater had scorched the bottom of the dress." He holds up the sundress. You see no scorch, but the hem looks noticeably higher. "I tried to fix it, by cutting off the burned part."

"Very well, Larry. I guess I'll have to wear it as is."

You slip it over your head. The hem is nearly a foot shorter than before. And uneven. His shaking hands left the front two inches shorter than the back. Your lush ass is barely covered in back, and the hem just covers your puss in front. Do you dare wear it?