"You guys, is this really necessary?" Jess asked. The stylists only continued to busy themselves with the task of picking out a perfect outfit. Before long, a whole selection on dresses was laid out in front of her. She normally loved playing dress-up, but suddenly felt self-conscious knowing there were three boys waiting for her to get lunch.

"Try this one on first," Mark said, handing her a pale green, spaghetti strap dress that reached her knees. She quickly walked to the dressing room and slipped out of her jeans, oversized sweatshirt, and tank top. She pulled the dress over her head, hoping her hair wouldn't become a static explosion by the end of the day. She smoothed out the fabric. She poked her head out looking for her friends before sighing. They had purposely walked back out to the boys so she would have to show herself off.

"I'm done," she called, stepping out to the group. Fang shot her a quick look, eyes lingering a little longer than she found comfortable. When his eyes finally reached hers, he blushed and turned away. Gazzy and Iggy shared the same bored expressions. She frowned, handing Gazzy the credit card she had grabbed before walking out. "Here, you guys can go down the street and get something for lunch. You can eat in here."

"I'll stay back. You guys know how much I usually eat," Fang said. Iggy nodded, following Gazzy back down the stairs who was cheering wildly. They both watched them quietly. "So what do you think?" she asked.

"It's cute, dear, but we could do better. Back to the changing room you go," Jayda shooed her back, handing her another dress. This one was a figure-hugger with horizontal black and white strips and an off-the-shoulder collar. Jess repeated the process of changing, combing her hair with her fingers before walking out. Fang showed a remarkably less enthusiastic reaction than last time. "Definitely not. The stripes do nothing for you."

Jess sighed, picking up the next dress on the rack. In the end, she tried on nine different dresses before one was chosen as perfect. Among them were the two she had already tried one, an all-black baby-doll gown with a big peach bow, a dress that matched the bow in color and came with mismatched straps, a lemon yellow one-shoulder with multiple ruffly layers and a long white strapless dress with nothing but a braided belt for decoration.

Iggy and Gazzy had come back sometime between when Jess had to be forced out of the dressing room to show off a short, ruffly teal number with a sequined belt (she insisted it would only look good on a showgirl) and her debating how much rounder she looked in a hot pink dress with a thick black belt and a very low cut v-neck. Iggy would have pointed out that she looked beautiful no matter what, but he knew it would only make matters worse and he would probably never hear the end of it from Fang.

The three boys were stuffing their faces when Jess finally reentered the room. She had been whisked away to get her hair and makeup before the boys had a chance to look at the dress that had been decided on. Gazzy had been swallowing burgers whole while Fang described in great detail what Jess had looked like in her dresses to Iggy. The three stopped talking and turned to look at her when she entered the room. Gazzy seemed in awe, Fang looked guiltily at her, and Iggy stared mournfully at where he could sense she was.

Jayda had picked out a simple sky blue dress with spaghetti straps that stopped at her knees. Mark had assembled her hair in a complicated-looking set of twists and curls. Her makeup was simple: light pink lip gloss, and natural looking eye makeup. She looked at each of them uncomfortably digging the toe of one of her matching Converse (her own personal touch) into the ground.

"Stop that. You're going to scuff your new shoes and our nicely polished floors," Jayda scolded. "Doesn't she look gorgeous?" she gushed. She was met with stunned silence. Jess looked down, causing the long earrings she was wearing to jangle loudly. She opened her mouth to say they didn't need to answer when Iggy spoke up.

"You know, I can't even tell what you're wearing, but I think you look beautiful." The words tumbled from his mouth awkwardly, but Jess smiled all the same. She walked over to his seat and took his hand, smiling.

"Thanks." Her voice was so quiet almost no one heard her.

"You look really pretty, Jess. Sorry. I'm just not used to seeing girls all dress up like that," Gazzy said sheepishly. Fang nodded in agreement, which she figured was the best she could get out of him. She rolled her eyes and gave the three of them quick hugs.

"Thanks, you guys. That's really nice of you. Let me go pay. Which one of you took my credit card?" Iggy held it out for her to grab, somehow catching her wrist in his hand.

"How much is all of this going to cost?" he asked her. She just shook her head, letting her earrings clang noisily, and ruffled his hair. He let her wrist go and heard her skip back to the registers. She came back in with a pleased smile on her face.

"They'll be delivering more things to the house. I asked for sturdy things since you boys love to go hiking so much." She led the three back to the front entrance. "Bye Mark! Bye Jayda! I promise I'll come back soon," Jess said, hugging the stylists before walking out the door. The boys said their awkward goodbyes before following her.

Another chapter of fluff. Though this really is just a fluffy story. I'd like to remind you that all of the outfits mentioned are on my Polvore account which you can find be visitng my profile or messaging me for specific links. Yes, the title is a reference to the song by Rupaul (I won't even go into why I found it recently) I hope you enjoyed. :) ~Des