So, it seemed like there was a lot more to this dress wearing business than Bryar had originally suspected. Thea threw a bunch of words at her, things you were supposed to think about when choosing. It certainly seemed like a lot of fuss. Though it got her thinking… “So, it’s like using the right trap or taking a bow when hunting?” Perhaps it wasn’t the clearest of comparisons but it was what Bryar knew. “You need the right thing for the right job?” She wasn’t quite on the right track but she was attempting to understand. Mostly what she’d learnt was it was certainly more than just choosing the first thing you saw. Although Bryar was still privately suspicious that any one of these would probably do the job in the end but still Thea seemed to know what she was talking about.

Huh? Why was she being thanked now? Was this some high-born type manner thing she didn’t understand? Bryar shrugged and continued her assessment of the dresses left out. Why wouldn’t she come? Thea was clearly the best person she knew of to ask about this kind of stuff. Wayra could probably give her a bunch of reasons but she wasn’t about to ask him. Maybe there some polite thing she was supposed to say but she didn’t know it. So instead she focused on the whole getting her boots off without falling over mess. Then the dress over the head thing and why was there so much material to fight with? There had to something she’d done wrong.

Especially if this was meant to be ‘fun’ as Thea had suggested. Bryar wasn’t sure what the fun part about this was yet but hopefully it was coming. Her early suspicion seemed was proved correct though as Thea came over to help with the purple creation. Well Thea certainly made an improvement to the twisted fabric but Bryar still didn’t feel right or rather she didn’t feel different. She still felt kind of silly, she thought she was meant to feel something else. Thea’s words were a comfort… she wasn’t being silly. And she could take the thing off now, it felt weird around her neck anyways.

“Green… okay?” On went the green one. In her opinion it was an improvement it made her boobs, boobier and it didn’t feel like it was strangling her. But still it wasn’t… right. Off it went and on and off went several others. Thankfully there was only one moment of pure fear where she got stuck with something over her head and there was some jumping, wriggling and cursing involved to get out of it.

Now she was stood feeling mildly frustrated, arms crossed over her bare breasts as she watched Thea dig about in her wardrobe. Dresses it seemed were a much harder task than hunting. In contrast to Bryar’s slight irritation Thea seemed elated as she emerged with a new dress in hand. Well the enthusiasm brightened Bryar’s mood and she took the dress with a smile, “lets give it a shot”. The material felt nice in her hands at least.

Well this was… different. Her hands hovered tentatively over the fabric gently smoothing it down. She wasn’t sure she’d have chosen it herself the detailing would have made her frown, think it was too fancy for her. This was her though in a way the other dresses hadn’t been. She twirled out from behind the screen, “look at my boobs!” she declared in an extremely proud yell. To say they were ‘out’ in a way they usually weren’t was an understatement. “This is the right way to wear this right?” I mean the other way wouldn’t make any sense. She twirled again with a grin, pleased that her breasts stayed put and the dress did a swooshy thing. Swooshing was new. “I love it, look at this,” she shifted her hips a little making the fabric move, “Isn’t that great?” Bryar laughed and her hands played with stroking the fabric again. “Thanks Thea,” she grinned, knowing there was no way she could have done this on her own. “So, what are you planning on wearing?” …wait she’d probably interrupted her, that’s why all the dresses had been out, “oh shit, did I get in the way of you choosing?”