Page 13 of Rejected Plus-Size Mate

"And a few others," she quickly added, pulling me inside. "I'll bring them to the fitting room."

I decided I might as well. April found my size for the white dress, and I took it to the fitting room. She then looked for a few other dresses she wanted me to try.

I stared at myself in the mirror as I got inside. I was wearing a simple outfit. A pair of jeans and a cream-colored top. I paired it with some of my sneakers.

I slipped my shoes off and then my shirt and bottoms. I shimmied the dress up and turned, buttoning it. When I was finished, I looked at myself in the mirror.

The dress fit me like a glove, but the front dipped far too low to my liking. My breasts were practically jumping out of the outfit.

I cringed.

"So, how does it look?"

"I look like a whore," I muttered, already reaching for the buttons to take it off.

"I found some other dresses."

Suddenly, a couple of dresses were thrown over the door, and I glanced up at them in the mirror. There was a deep blue one and a light green one. Both sparkled. They were beautiful dresses that I would love to wear.

I took the white dress off and pulled on the blue one. This one was a little looser, but the front was still plunging. I cringed, hating how it made me look even bigger than I already was.

The next dress wasn't any better. The sparkles brought your attention to my figure, and I stared.

I could hear Brad's words in my head, repeating themselves over and over like he was standing right next to me.

"This is disgusting. Look at yourself! Do you think you can wear something like this? You're not skinny enough for that. Cover up and look proper."

I felt tears build up, threatening to break free. Suddenly, the dress felt like it was tightening, and I clawed at it, practically ripping it off myself. I started to panic, shaking my head as I ran my hands through my hair.

This was all a huge mistake. My life was just a big mess that would never be figured out.

"So, how do they look?" April's voice spoke through the silence, and I could see her shadow under the door. I took a few deep breaths, grabbed my jeans, and pulled them on.

"They don't fit."

"Really? Oh, I wanted to see you in them. Let me look for something else."

"April, I'm really not feeling like trying other clothes on now."

I pulled my shirt on and opened the door. April scowled at me with her arms crossed. Cayden stood next to her now, holding a blank expression. He raised an eyebrow at me, but I didn't look at him.

"Just one more, please," April begged, and I chewed on my cheek.

"Fine, one."

April turned quickly and hurried off. I frowned when Cayden turned, pulling an outfit off another dressing room door.

"Try this."

I frowned. "What if someone was going to try that?"

"She already left," he said, handing me the dress. It was a simple cream-colored dress. The fabric was soft, almost like satin. The shoulders had bows on them, and it was no longer possible to go to my mid-calf. It was simple, something I would have picked to try myself.

"I would get in there before April brings you something frilly."

I looked over for April, spotting her. She was looking through clothes frantically, trying to find something. While April and I did wear the same outfits, sometimes we had different tastes.

I turned and slid back inside the changing room. I stared at the dress, noticing it had an extra layer underneath, giving it a little extra puff. It hugged the breast but flared out towards the stomach and hips.

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