ZURI

Amelia hummed as she tugged at the fabric around my waist, fussing with the ties like a mother hen who didn’t trust her chick to stand upright on its own.

She had been at this for almost an hour, dressing me in gown after gown, her eyes lighting like a child opening gifts each time I stepped out from behind the screen. This was what she had suggested. After Denny left and I had a short nap, she walked in quietly to pull me out of bed.

The location was a quiet store in the middle of ...