He chose Party dress

Merry lifted out her old party dress. She had loved that dress and had worn it to all the parties she had gone to, and even several weddings that Merry had been dragged to by his parents. He never really understood weddings. He understood the point of them, just never the rules of attire. The bride wore a big white obviously expensive dress, the bridesmaids matching dresses not quite as impressive as the bride’s and all the other women and girls wore pretty dresses and dolled themselves up. Yet all the men wore black or grey suits that they also wore to funerals. He’d asked an uncle about that once at a wedding and his uncle said that there wasn’t much difference between a wedding and a funeral as they both involved a death.

Merry didn’t understand that at all and the chance of further explanation from his uncle was ruined at that moment by his uncle’s wife throwing the contents of her glass into his uncle’s face. There followed a bit of scene and he been quickly ushered away.

The dress itself was a mix of pink and white with some flowery detail running across both skirt and corset top. Merry stripped to his boxers and stepped into the rustling ring of fabric. The zip for the dress turned out not to be down the centre of his back like he was expecting, but down his left side. He reached down and pulled the dress up his body, roughly into place.

The zip handle was tiny and he struggled to grip it enough to pull the zip closed. The corset top was tight. Almost too tight to be comfortable. Possibly one of the reasons his sister had stopped wearing it so often. That and the childish nature of colour and print. The hem of the dress resided at his knees and Merry took some exploratory steps around the room. It felt really weird how the many petticoats swished and rubbed against his knees as he walked. The wide nature of the skirt meant that his hands rested against the skirt fabric. He felt like he was missing a crook and some lambs.

It was also surprisingly heavy. Merry had never won anything so heavy in his life. He was also finding it difficult to breathe. Every time he went to take a deep breath, the corset style nature of the top of the dress denied him, forcing him to take lots of shallower, faster breaths instead. Bending over wasn’t as easy either. He found that he was pretty much forced to bend at his knees and ankles if he wanted to pick up something, say off the floor, which made the skirt and it’s many petticoats rustle and get in the way. He was also starting to get quite a heat build up underneath as the many petticoats acted like insulation.

He was pretty sure his sister had a tiara some where. Merry moved over to the drawers of her dressing table and saw her bedroom door open. Much to Merry’s horror, in walked;

His sister
His father
His mother
His sister’s boyfriend
Tyson.