Descriptive Essay About A Dress

Tracy said as she held up a top for Karen, “Oh, you would look good in this.” Karen held up stuff for Tracy to look at. They both disappeared into the dressing room with several tops, skirts and dresses, I settled down for a wait.

“Why don't you change out of those clothes, the skirt's seen better days,” she says, allowing her gaze to travel the length of my body.

According to world-renowned fashion designer, Karl Lagerfeld, who describes, “One is never over-dressed or underdress with a little black dress.” Sometimes the simplest item of clothing with little or no accessories can really make unique and one of a kind. The item I’ve selected was my recently new Old Navy Black T-shirt Dress. The dress gently hits above my knee with rib-kit crew neck and to finish with cap sleeves. The dress’ materials would include 93% cotton and only 7% spandex. The dress is a soft, medium –weight jersey material that comes in a variety of colors. I’ve selected this item of clothing because currently in my life I am transitioning my life from a young woman who loved to wear funky patters to a young woman who is shorty

‘Thanks for rescuing my clothes,’ I say, and tug at my wrinkled skirt, trying to cover my thighs.

Smiling, she bundles herself up in her mother’s old wardrobe, absorbing the lavender aroma and the cozy feel of the room.

“Stop,” Erol said once her breasts were exposed. “Leave it like that. I like the soft pale pink contrast against the black. What do you think Hanz, what’s next?”

'Right, your mum must have thought Harmony's clothes were yours. An easy mistake to make, after all you're both the same sizes.'

Her full chest was confined in a tight sweater, her legs clad in slim-fitting denim jeans and a pair of boots on her feet. She quickly kicked off her boots before reaching for the bottom of her sweater, pulling it up and over her head. Now her bosom was on display, still tightly covered by her lacy black bra. She undid her jeans, swiftly pushing them down over her hips, stepping out of them and her socks, leaving her only in her black lingerie. ”I…I can’t touch you…I’ll be fired… But…just keep doing that…and I…I…”

“Don’t worry. You’ll love it.” While her voice was light and cheerful there was finality to her words. “Did you get a chance to try the dress on again? It’s so beautiful.”

“I am not the girl you think I am, I am actually a girl who wears, glasses, pigtails, and spandex.” As she starts sitting down quietly

“Because I need you to try on the clothes to see if they fit you.” Greg’s mom replies.

It stops just as her thigh begins, and the neck of the dress is cut just low enough to where I have to leave nothing to the imagination. Her straight brown hair with honey blonde highlights stops midway down her back. She stares at me with dark brown eyes lined thickly with eyeliner at the top. I go into a sinful daze of all the things someone like me could do to someone like her, and then "Where the fuck were you!" gets yells from behind me, before I feel a small but powerful fist slam into my back.

"Hmm," she replied. She eventually sorted out the laces and worked the nightgown off Merlin. She handed him clean underthings, which Merlin looked at with trepidation. To his relief, they weren't much different from male undergarments and he managed to get them on all right. Gwen slid the dress on over his shoulders, helping him get his arms in the right places. She did up the laces then helped him sit so she could slide the stockings and slippers

Kat studied her reflection in the oblong mirror, turning her head from side to side. A loose cascade of waves fell forward, drawing attention to the gown’s lace neckline. It seemed lower than when she wore it in Missouri. She supposed the neighbors had formed an opinion about her already, but she understood it was important to look respectable.

She stops abruptly in front of me, forcing me to readjust my posture and free my numbed hands.