"This is going to look so cute with my Jimmy Choos. I can't wait to wear it!"

Emmett hastily shut his lap top as Rosalie and Alice walked through the front door.

"It really will," Rosalie replied. They were a picture of sheer perfection as they floated into the living room. They were each carrying a large number of bags, which a human would have found impossible to bear.

"Oh Emmett, I'm glad you're here," Rosalie said as she pulled a baby blue knit sweater from one of her bags. There were two horizontal white strips going across the chest.

"I got this for you to wear tomorrow." Emmett took the sweater from Rose's outstretched hand. It was light, soft and almost fluffy. He held the sweater up in front of him. It reminded him of babies and rainbows.

"Well go ahead, try it on."

Emmett looked at Rose, and then to Alice who gave him an encouraging nod. He didn't much want to wear a shirt that was so fluffy that it easily could have been made for a girl. He slipped it over his head anyways, as Rose was now glaring at him. Once the shirt was on he couldn't even feel the weight of the fabric. If he ever got cold, it would probably be while wearing this sweater.

Alice clapped her hands together.

"It looks just like I pictured it would!"

How had Alice pictured it to look? Emmett felt like his level of masculinity was dropping by means of this sweater, if you could really even call it that.

As if he couldn't feel any worse about it, Esme walked through the door.

"Emmett dear, that sweater goes wonderfully with your facial structure."

His fluffy, baby blue sweater, that screamed I have not sense of pride, matched his face? It was official; there was no way he would ever be caught dead wearing this sweater again. He took one quick look at the girls before him and then bolted out the front door.

The next morning Emmett stood in his closet for almost an hour trying to decide which shirt he would wear. He took so long deciding that even Rosalie and Alice were ready before him.

Edward walked in the closet, pulled a shirt off the hanger closest to him, and threw it at Emmett.

"We're going to be late."

Emmett let the shirt hit the floor.

"Just one more second."

"You know Rosalie is going to kill you."

Emmett turned around and looked at Edward. The expression on his face was nothing short of confused. How did Edward know about that? He hadn't been thinking about it, had he?

"Bro you haven't thought about anything but that. Now seriously pick something."

Jasper appeared in the door behind Edward.

"Rosalie and Alice sent me up here to see what was taking so long. They want to know why you aren't wearing the sweater that they bought for you."

"He isn't wearing it because he buried it," Edward replied.

"Shhh or they'll hear you!" Emmett whispered. He reached for a simple black t-shirt and pulled it quickly over his head.

"He buried a sweater? Why?" Jasper asked.

Edward laughed for a moment before responding.

"It um, was a bit feminine for his tastes."

"Leave me alone," Emmett whined.

"Are you serious? It took you an hour to pick out a black t-shirt?" Jasper asked as he turned around and headed towards the bedroom door.

"It's because Rosalie dresses him. He doesn't know how to do it himself," Edward joked.

"That's just sad."

"Shut up guys! I dressed myself today," Emmett muttered.

"Yeah, today," Edward laughed.

Emmett was more than capable of dressing himself. Furthermore, he didn't look like a girl. He could only conclude that his Facebook Flair had served him well. After all, "I dressed myself today" ended up being the best advice he had received. If it hadn't been for that, he would be stuck wearing the frou-frou shirt.

"What is that?" Rosalie demanded once Emmett had stepped outside.

"I dressed myself today," he responded.

"I noticed. Where is your sweater?

"I dressed myself."

"I heard you the first time!"

Emmett got in the backseat of Edward's Volvo. He didn't exactly want to tell Rose that he had buried the sweater she had bought for him. Then again he had wanted to wear it even less.