Where I End and You Begin by Preston Norton

Author:Preston Norton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Disney Book Group
Published: 2019-06-03T16:00:00+00:00

Lakes a half hour early to pick me up. Her excuse was that she had been sitting by the door, checking her phone every couple minutes for the past hour, literally losing her mind. She emphasized the literal part. Claimed that she was seconds away from a psychosis situation. Real Black Swan stuff.

Imogen was literally too adorable to argue with.

First, we went “semiformal dress shopping.” Naturally, we went to T.J.Maxx, and when that failed us, we went to Marshalls. Basically, I followed Imogen around the store while she said “Oooh” and “Ahhh” and draped dresses in my arms until my biceps ached. Then I tried them on.

I thought I was becoming an expert in wearing girls’ clothes, but it turned out there was a whole dark underbelly of girls’ fashion that I had yet to meet: semiformal wear. Some of these dresses were complicated. Some were like puzzles made out of fabric, and the puzzle wasn’t solved until it was on your body, and you didn’t look like a complete idiot. One particular dress—this embarrassingly short, denim-blue thing—had an overabundance of straps and sashes that needed to be untied and retied to fit it to your shape, and after ten minutes of trying to figure it out, I had to do the unthinkable.

“Imogen?” I mumbled.

“Yeah?” said Imogen’s voice from the other side of the dressing room door. “Is everything okay?”

I let out a ragged breath. “I can’t figure this thing out.”

“Oh. Would you like some help?”

“If that’s okay?” I said. Except my voice totally cracked on the word “okay.”

I unlocked the door, Imogen came in, and locked it behind her. Then she looked me up and down with great amusement, like a circus attraction.

“Wow,” she said, suppressing a giggle. “You look like a Christmas present that my baby brother wrapped.”

“Help me,” I said.

“Here, let’s take this thing off and start over. I think you have all the wrong things tied in the wrong places. Arms up.”

Before I could even think to object, she grabbed the bottom and lifted it up to my tits. My arms flew up, but it was mostly a reaction to my panic. The dress came over my head, and Imogen immediately set to work unraveling the puzzle.

There I was, in a tiny four-by-five room, with Imogen, in Wynonna’s bra and panties. I was so embarrassed and sexually overwhelmed, I was unraveling faster than the dress.

“Okay, let’s try this again,” she said.

This time, she lowered the dress and had me step into it. She pulled it up the curves of my body until it seemed to slink into place. Then she moved behind me, adjusting and tying the straps and sashes.

“You seem different,” she said.

My entire body tensed up, like I had been caught in a lie.

“What do you mean?” I said, finally. My voice—even if it wasn’t mine—had never sounded so incriminating.

“It’s not bad,” she said. “You’re just quieter. More…vulnerable. And I mean that in a good way. I miss this. I miss being this close. I feel like there’s been a…not a wall between us, but a layer.

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