Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 22

Xenas's POV

"Let's go in this one!" Ama squealed, tugging on my arm as we made our way into Stitch & Story. We each selected three dresses to try on. Ama's picks matched exactly what she'd described earlier, while I chose three completely different styles.

The first was an emerald green slip dress with thin straps and a plunging neckline.

It hugged my waist before falling straight down with a slit that ran dangerously high up my thigh. I stepped out of the changing room and stood in front of the mirror, examining myself with a critical eye.

"Looks good," Samuel commented casually.

I sighed internally. His voice as flat as if he were commenting on a roadside flower. I could feel him deliberately keeping his distance, even as his eyes wandered over me when he thought I wasn't looking.

"This one would work for dancing, but it doesn't really do anything for my figure," I said softly, hoping to ease some of the tension between us.

Ama emerged wearing a strapless mermaid dress, her blonde curls bouncing around her shoulders. "I don't like you in that one," she said, wrinkling her nose. "Good, because I'm not feeling it either," I replied, relieved to have an excuse. "That's not working either," I said honestly about her dress. That style needed fuller hips to pull it off, which Ama clearly didn't have.

"Yeah, it's not right for me," Ama agreed.

We retreated back to our changing rooms. My second dress was all black with strategic cutouts. The straps were thicker, crossing under my chest to push my breasts up and make them more prominent. The design crossed in the back before returning to the front, with cutouts placed beneath my chest, along my sides, and across most of my back. The dress clung to every curve, the crossing in the back positioned just above the dimples of my lower back, while the cinched fabric perfectly accentuated my hips. The slit was so high I could barely wear underwear with it.

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I walked out and stood before the mirror, waiting for Ama. Looking at my body tightly wrapped in black fabric, a complex feeling washed over me. I felt beautiful and sexy, like I'd transformed into someone else. The feeling excited me but also scared me a little. Martha would definitely disapprove of this dress, but in that moment, I felt a rebellious urge to break free from her constraints.

Ama emerged after a few minutes. Her dress was a black corseted ball gown with a low neckline, but with two sharp edges above each breast. The skirt was hitched up and gathered in the front, resembling more of a salsa dance party dress.

"Oh my god, even if you don't wear that to the party, you have to buy it," Ama stopped in her tracks, her eyes widening.

under his breath, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. I felt a wave of heat run through my body, knowing he was struggling to control

1. me.

love how you look in that dress!"

was feeling

I can dance in it," Ama

reflection, imagining how I'd look all

loose; maybe red lips and

self, yet it gave me a strange sense of belonging,

I'd

found another part of

more to go," Ama said

felt anticipation for the last dress. I had to

than I'd expected. Ama was

crimson red. It was corseted, pushing my breasts up

waist. However, it was made of lace

the chest, but from beneath my breasts to where the skirt began, you could

with lace layered

She wore a silk dress that looked stunning on her. It wasn't completely form-fitting, more like a slip dress. With thin straps

fabric, she looked flawless.

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I evaluated, feeling a bit awkward about making

with straps, honestly didn't

walked over to her, she finally

sexy in its own way," I replied, pleased by her

but I wasn't sure which type I wanted to be. The elegant, subtle kind, or the bold, direct

decide what to wear later," I blurted out. Ama jumped up and down with

leave now?" Samuel

grumpy?" Ama asked him, barely acknowledging

deliberately avoiding me. My heart ached a little, knowing the source of his irritation. "Hungry?" Ama