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Thelma & Louise Story: Crossing the Comfort Zone
Aug 10/16

Thelma & Louise Story: Crossing the Comfort Zone Posted by: Lindsey Castrodale | 0 Comments

Crossing the Comfort Zone

“Oh, come on, at least just try it on. Indulge me and my fantasies of having your body and my brains all wrapped up in that little dress.”

Susan held the sparkly red dress out to me, more air than fabric. I rolled my eyes and took it from her and headed to the dressing room. If I hadn’t had two Cosmos before heading to the mall, I probably would have more fortitude to resist.

I pulled off my Converse, stepped out of my jeans, and shimmied into the dress. Triangle cutouts in the waist, the hem barely covering my behind, and the cleavage—good lord, I looked like a streetwalker. I stuck my hand out the door and signaled for Susan to come in.

True to form, Susan pushed the door in, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out into the hallway. A mother quickly guided her daughter back out into the store. Between the gigantic 3-sided mirror and glaring lights I felt like I was going to vomit. But instead of throwing up, I began to giggle uncontrollably.

Susan stripped off her heels and I stepped into them, completing the picture. Susan started giggling with me as she wrapped her arm around my waist. We stood there for who-knows-how-long, sparkling and shimmering, tears rolling down our cheeks.


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