Just a fitting

[SharkyTGirl185]

((Chester Bissette continued from Fashion Faux Pas)))

Bissette looked down at his bed, sniffling a bit as a look of nervousness appeared on his face.

On the bed was…a dress. A bright purple floral dress.

He stared at it for a few moments, his hands fidgeting while internally debating himself. This was stupid. He was gonna look awful….

He took a deep breath, grabbing the dress and walking to his bathroom “Just one fitting. Just a fitting.”

He closed the door.


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SLAM!

Bissette rushed out of the room, the dress tucked underneath his arm as he had his head down. He stormed downstairs, quickly going into his kitchen and rummaging around, eventually pulling out a black garbage bag. He stuffed the dress into the bag and stormed down into the basement, eventually coming back up with a shovel.

“I’M TAKING THE CAR!” He shouts, tears welling up in his eyes as he snatched the keys from the counter, rushing outside.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

((Chester bissette continued elsewhere))