Beruani Month Day 26 - A Different Style of Clothing
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Annie stared at herself in the changing room mirror, and sighed.
What am I thinking?
She was wearing a tight, short black dress, which was low cut and clung to her figure, showing off her small waist and chest. She wore black heels that she could barely stand up in. Her grey hoodie and leggings lay crumpled on the floor, next to her trainers. Annie longed to put her old clothes back on, but Hitch was insisting that she came out of the changing room.
“Well?” She shouted. “Come out, I want to see!”
Annie half-rolled her eyes at Hitch’s impatience and wearily pulled the curtain aside. Hitch squealed.
“I love it!” She shrieked so loudly Annie was pretty sure the whole mall could hear. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”
Annie shrugged. “It looks fine, I guess, but it’s so tight. It’s uncomfortable and I hate how much of my boobs it shows.”
“But that’s the best part!” Hitch gave her a disapproving look. “You look hot. He’s going to love it.”
“Go on, go and get changed. But we’re definitely buying that outfit.”
Later that night, Annie thanked her Uber driver and stood in front of the nightclub with Hitch, waiting to be let in. After an hour’s practise earlier that evening, she could walk better in her heels, but she was still a little shaky. Hitch had also given her a makeover - Annie was wearing makeup for the first time in her life, and a lot of it. She hadn’t realised how much was wrong with her face before Hitch started covering her in products. Her hair wasn’t in its usual bun - instead it was in loose curls.
Annie shivered. It was a cold night, but Hitch had insisted that only losers took coats on a night out, and told her to man up. When they were let in, the nightclub was already packed with people dancing and having a good time. Hitch immediately dragged Annie over to the bar and bought drinks for them both.
“Cheers,” Hitch said, and they both downed their drinks in one. Annie would have done anything to feel less uncomfortable at that moment, and drinking was certainly on the cards. She had no idea why she had even agreed to come out to a club, but Reiner was dragging Bertholdt along, and she wanted to see him.
“Let’s go find the boys.” Hitch practically had to shout to be heard over the music. “Hopefully you’ll brighten up once you see that precious boyfriend of yours.”
Annie scowled at her. “We’ve barely been dating for two weeks, I wouldn’t exactly call him my boyfriend.”
Annie turned around to see Reiner calling them from the other side of the dancefloor. Bertholdt was walking behind him, looking shy and awkward.
“There you are!” Hitch kissed him full on the mouth, and Annie and Bertholdt looked at each other uncomfortably.
“Want to go somewhere less loud, or do you want to dance or something?” Bertholdt asked Annie, praying she would say yes to the former.
“You look, um… nice,” he said once they could talk without having to shout.
“Gee, thanks. You don’t have to sound so enthusiastic about it,” Annie said sarcastically, tugging at the hem of her too-short dress.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. You look great, seriously. It’s just…”
“What?” Annie snapped. She felt a mix of humiliation and discomfort.
“You don’t exactly look that comfortable.”
Annie laughed. He knew her so well. “No, I’m not. Why do other girls dress up like this anyway? It’s so much easier to dance in leggings. Ugh. I wish I was at home watching movies, I really don’t want to be here.”
Bertholdt shrugged. “Let’s go then.”
“What do you mean?”
“Come back to mine. We can watch a film and eat a bunch of snacks.”
“But don’t you want to be here?”
“Are you kidding? I only showed up because Reiner wanted me to. I thought you were the one that wanted to be here.”
“No, I only came because Hitch wanted me to,” Annie laughed. “Come on, let’s go.”
Half an hour later, the pair were curled up on the sofa watching Mulan. Bertholdt had dragged his duvet downstairs and they were sharing a tub of ice cream lying underneath it. Annie’s outfit and heels had been discarded in Bertholdt’s bedroom, as he had given her a t-shirt (which was longer than the dress she had been wearing before) and a pair of sweatpants (which were about twice the size of her). She had scrubbed off the makeup, and tied her hair back into the bun she always wore it in.
Bertholdt looked at her. Even though he had loved her outfit in the nightclub, something about the way she looked wearing his clothes and a happy smile was a thousand times more beautiful to him.
“Comfy?” He asked.
She said nothing, but nodded and kissed him on the cheek.
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