Chapter 30: Skin Tight

[Erin]

I stared myself at the image of my own reflection on the full-length vanity mirror. Wondering if that woman staring right back at me is, well, me.

I could be hallucinating and mistaking someone else’s as me for all I know. However, the reflection copies every movement I made, and I am sure even the way I breathe could mimic it perfectly. I shifted once again, bending my upper body in order to get a better view at what the dress looked like from behind.

Micah was right. This wasn’t a kiddie dress fit for a ten-year-old. In fact, it was actually a kind of dress that children should never see.

If I say it is skin-tight, I mean, it could probably pass as duct tape plastered on my skin so obscenely, and if I move so recklessly, the onlookers would definitely see what I am hiding with my soul.

And that thing, so-called underwear, surprisingly worked out well for me. To be honest, when I initially placed it in, I honestly believed it migh