Chapter 7: Fight

Rushing to the door, I eagerly opened it, hoping to find someone there who could help me. The hallway was once again deserted, and I almost stepped out to call for help when my foot touched fabric. Looking down, I discovered a bundle of clothes lying at my feet.

My curiosity couldn't be helped.

I threw it on my bed and noticed it was less fabric than I hoped for.

A dark red, skin tight, way too short dress. The underwear was black and almost too small and when I looked in the mirror, I wanted to throw up all over again. The dress barely covered my ass. And the top wasn't much better. At least my waist looked tiny, but I preferred a burlap sack over this little thing. It was more a top than a dress. Bending was out of the question. Walking the stairs, a big no. Let alone trying to do anything else than sitting straight or standing in the same place, this outfit was completely and utterly useless and I hated it with all my guts.

But I had no choice. The dress I wore last night had vomit