Re: Dress Shop
Something about the way the woman straddled the bench made the slightest pink come into her cheeks, and she was pretty certain that the true owner of the body never did such a thing as blush. But she couldn't control it at the moment, hoping it at least wasn't too obvious. Though she didn't have too much hope in the well-lit dressing room that anything would go unnoticed.
The gesture toward the mirror made her look over, and though maybe the other woman was using it strategically, to make certain that no one would come in unannounced, for her it was another reminder that she was not herself. That this body wasn't meant for her, even the way she sat there wasn't right, a jarring discord between the mental and the physical. So she stared, trying to find herself in the reflection, looking to see if she meshed with the beautiful woman there. But the only places she could find herself were the ways in which the reflection was wrong. It took a long time and a hard, painful swallow before she could look away.
Her eyes fell on that open hand once she did manage to pull her gaze from the mirror, and there was another moment of uncertainty as she chased dark thoughts back for the time being. But then she finally reached out fingers, not as steady as they should be in a body so confident, and laid them in that open palm as she nodded slightly. "Alright."