Cinderella The Movie Dress Novels & Stories

Rai’s face was dark as he looked at the very familiar blue, sparkling ball gown and a black choker in front of him. This blue, sparkling ball gown is none other than the blue ball gown of Cinderella in the cartoons! And also in the movies! And right now, it is impeccably similar to those ball gowns! Prejudice aside, this ball gown is exactly the same ball gown in the original Cinderella – the cartoon one!

Hers, a vivid green one-shoulder midi satin dress, was as vibrant as her personality, and it brought out her bronze skin to perfection. "What do you think?" Liliana asked as she twirled around in her dress before Zuki could spill all the tea on Blake. To say she looked stunning was an understatement. The long, satin dress, bathing her frame in a glorious sheath of embellished sequins, was the stuff Cinderella's dreams were made of. "You look like a fairytale princess," Marybeth said. "Not the look I was going for," Liliana laughed. "Cinderella's evil stepmom is more my vibe!"

The dress was looking ridiculously expensive looked so sexy as its silk material molded to my curves showing off my large breasts, tiny waist, and womanly curves. To match the dress, Vyom had added to the box a pair of glass heels just like Cinderella’s heels with blue straps. The same heels which he had purchased for me today. I didn’t want to get ready for him but I know even this fact can piss off his mood. I stared at the woman in the mirror. She was looking so sexy and beautiful. .

“I’m swooning so hard right now. If this man isn’t careful, I’m going to start writing fan fiction about you two.” I couldn’t even laugh. Fran leaned over and read the card out loud. “Girl… he sent you a dress, with a note at midnight. You're literally Cinderella.” I sat on the edge of the bed and spread the gorgeous emerald gown across my lap and stared at the six little words like they held some secret code. How did he know my size? And why did this feel intimate? Fran was still fanning herself and muttering, “This is movie shit. Actual movie shit…”

She was my best friend and was like a sister even though she was a year younger. “Thanks, are you coming later so we can get started on my ‘girly’ thing, mom made me wear.” I ask her and she just laughs. “Yhe, and you are going to look like Cinderella. See you in a bid. I just needed to help mom with a spell. Then I am there.” She hangs up the phone and I stand to go to the shower. I walked past my dress for tonight. It was a navy blue, figure-hugging mermaid gown, which was made to show off my curves and sexy sophistication. It is designed with soft and romantic detachable off-shoulder tulle straps on a V-plunge illusion sweetheart neckline bodice. The bespoke thick cotton floral lace delic

She pinched her thumb and index finger, twisted her index finger, brought her fingers in and out until my dress felt considerably different on me. It was practically Cinderella—the Rated-R version with vampires, sex, and witches who employed half naked women to satisfy the creatures of the night. She stood by and examined me one more time. My breasts were more revealed and the dress was much higher and much tighter than before. Rashida nodded before standing in front of me.

“She’s attending a high-level Alpha dinner so we need something elegant, powerful, slightly terrifying.” The attendant slowly nodded like she had heard worse. “Of course right this way.” I ended up in the fitting room section while Hansel practically ran around picking dresses like her life depended on it. I tried not to think and that was getting harder lately. Every time I closed my eyes I saw things I didn’t want to see. “Mila!” Hansel’s voice pulled me back from my dream world She shoved a dress into my hands. “Try this.” I looked at it, it was a midnight blue dress, with a long slit and ruffles hands, it as also thick and would hug me like a second skin.

Cindy said when she heard no movement across the curtain. Remembering just how forward Cindy could be, Cara complied. She put on the red dress. It was a simple wrap around dress, with a skater skirt, and plunged front to display a great amount of cleavage. Cara pulled the curtain back with a scowl. Cindy handed Cara the pair of red heels she had worn for the Dante meeting. Cara grabbed the heels from Cindy with an annoyed pout. "You're a bully." Cara commented. "You love me." Cindy said, booping Cara's nose.

“See? No problem at all.” I looked at myself in the mirror. The dress was creamy white and draped around my body in a fluid curve down to my knees. The sleeves were soft translucent taffeta, flowing with every move, down to my wrists, where they were secured with four inches of the same cream fabric that hugged my body. It was the cocktail version of a dress made for a Greek goddess. “You’re a genius,” I sighed, waving my arms around. She had tightened the cuffs half an inch, so the fabric barely slipped. If I moved carefully, nobody would even get a glimpse at the bruises.

Lacey dressed in a floor length blue dress that made her feel like Cinderella going to the ball. It was strapless and fitted in the bodice and flared out at the skirt and sparkled. She left her hair down but put in hot rollers and let it fall into soft waves and curls over her shoulders. Then she slipped on white shimmery shoes and was ready. In a way, it seemed strange to be dressing up like this just for dinner. In the past, she would have thrown on a dress and called it good enough. But here, a certain amount of decorum was expected. As she looked in the mirror, it was as if she was playing dress up... nearly every night.