“Wow,” Emily smiled as Zoe walked out of the changing room. “You should wear dresses more often,”

“I am struggling to breathe in this,” Zoe responded.

They were currently in the store trying out her fifth dress. Zoe was in a blue dress that engulfed her body tightly. Zoe had nothing against the dress, but she did not want to be dressed in something so constrictive that it wouldn’t allow her to fight. (If needed).

“I got something else for you,” Emily’s eyes twinkled.

“How about that one?” Zoe pointed to one of the racks that held a black dress, “that one has a slit, I can fight in it.”...