Seventeen Dress Novels & Stories

he whispered and went back downstairs. Rebecca released a breath she didn’t realize she was holding and walked into her closet. She looked at her dresses hanging up and grabbed the only red one hanging there. Pulling it out she looked at it. It was a form fitting dress that reached to just below her knees. It was sleeveless on one side and the other was a thickened piece of fabric that started below her chest. The dress was one of her favorites. She didn’t normally just buy dresses, but she had seen this one on one of the random shopping trips that Joni had drug her on, and loved it. She slipped it and went in search for some heels to go with it.

One by one. Starting from that dress.

I tried on seventeen things. Most were wrong. Not objectively. Wrong for *me*. Wrong for the version of myself I recognized in the mirror. Clothes designed for bodies that lived in magazines, not for a girl built for running and thinking. Then Elena brought the last one. A dress. Not formal. Not cocktail. The kind that lived between casual and professional — structured enough for a press conference, relaxed enough for a post-game interview. The kind that said *I belong here* without screaming *I’m trying*. Navy.

But I wasn’t going to let them ruin my night. The midnight blue dress shimmered as I held it against the light. The fabric was a soft, silky material that draped elegantly, hugging my figure without feeling too tight. It had a modern design with a sweetheart neckline that accentuated my collarbones, and the thin straps sat delicately on my shoulders. The dress flared slightly at the bottom, stopping just above my knees, making it perfect for a party.

With money being so tight, shopping for clothes that I'd rarely wear isn't high on my priority list. Tess rummaged through her wardrobe and pulled out a red, strapless, knee length dress that she handed to me. “This is perfect,” she says as I hold the dress up against my body. “I don't know, you don't think it's a little too much for Shennanigans?” I ask. The bar is aimed at struggling uni students looking for cheap drinks and this dress is pretty formal. “No, you need to show that man what he's missing out on,” Tess advises.

Yeah, my dad’s going to freak out for sure. My dress, if you want to call it that, is a stunning cutout, Criss Cross sleeveless dress. The silky-stretchy material gracefully hugs my curves, making me feel both alluring and at ease. Each step I take, the fringe hem sways playfully and adds a touch of whimsy. The vibrant cornflower-blue color beautifully complements the natural hue of my lighter sky-blue eyes. As I wear it, I feel like a vision, exuding confidence and elegance.

She wants to wear a short dress which compliments her body. "No" Renee refused. She moved forward, and a black dress caught her attention. This dress has golden highlights all over the fabric, making it look very unique. There is a cap on one of the shoulders, leaving the other one bare. It is stretchable and hugs her frame like a second skin. "This one" Renee pointed at the dress. She decided to try the dress and she looked surprised by the outcome.

She loved art, she was always dressed with floral dresses and her life philosophy was 'you only live once' although that hadn't been like that forever. When Gigi and Liz turned thirteen, they decided to try new styles until they find their own. They wore all black clothes for a week, then they tried vintage clothes and the following day they dressed as cheerleaders. Until by the end of the month, Liz stuck with her hippie phase and Gigi was a person who really cared about high fashion.

Dad never allowed me to go to high school parties. I finally have a chance now. Don't chicken out. I hold up a yellow flower dress against my body, checking myself out in the mirror. With a wrinkle of my nose, I shake my head. The yellow is too bright, too much of an eyesore that screams attention. Definitely not this one. With a sigh I hang the dress back in my closet and pull out another one. This one is blue, so dark I almost think it's black. Black lace lines the hem, stopping just mid thigh. It's long sleeved, with the top half of the back cut out, leaving my shoulders bare.

He had said he would be making it official to the school tomorrow, so he asked her to dress pretty. River picked the only thing resembling pretty in the duffel bag where she had managed to stuff all her clothes. It was a dress she had borrowed from one of the Beta's daughters in the North and when she returned it, she had said she couldn't wear it again. It is a black bodycon short leather dress with bell sleeves and a large bow by her chest. Tessa, her friend and also an Omega, had seen this dress on her as well as her bright smile and given her a suspicious gaze. But River said nothing. She wanted it to be a surprise.