“Ok…well how about this one?”  I went back to my bed to pick out another outfit to show her.  But like the first it was “cute” but not suitable for a night of clubbing.  The same went for the all the rest of the outfits I showed her.

“Ashley, I have to wear one of these.  Just help me pick the one that looks best.”

“You can borrow something of mine.”

I couldn’t believe I was hearing her right.

“What?  You would let me borrow an outfit?”

“Yeah, why not, I have dozens here and we’re about the same size.”

“But why would you help me like that?”

“Spencer, it’s not a big deal,” she said getting up from her bed to search through her closet.  “It’s just some clothes.  I have way more than I ever wear, and I end up throwing out most of it when it goes out-of-season.”

I silently watched as she searched through her brimming closet for an outfit.  It took her a few minutes, but she finally pulled out a blue, open-backed minidress.  “Mini” being a generous description when it came to the length of this dress.  “Miniscule” would have been more accurate.  The dress was sleveless with gold chain straps, and the draping neckline in the front looked almost as low as the  plunging V-shape in the back.

“Um, no, I’m not wearing that.  Don’t you have anything else with a little more fabric?” I asked.  Ashley ignored me, and held the dress up to my chin.

“This is perfect for you, right color, cut, everything.”

“Ashley I can’t wear that.  My swimsuit has more material than this thing.”

“This is what people wear to clubs.  You can either wear your nun suits or this, but I think you’ll feel a little out-of-place in those,” she said, pointing to the outfits I still had laying on my bed.  It was useless to argue.  I’d seen enough online photos of Ashley herself partying in nightclubs to know as well as she did that skimpy dresses were the trend.  But that knowledge didn’t make me any less uncomfortable with the idea of wearing the barely-there dress she was holding up in front of me.

“Just try it on and see how you like it.” she said handing me the dress, which I reluctantly took.  With the dress now in my own hands, I could clearly see the label.