Yazoo looked at himself in the full-length mirror and bit his lip, turning slightly to the side. Did this blouse make him look fat? He was almost certain it did. Perhaps he should change into pants instead? Reno had said to wear something comfortable, but that covered all kinds of things. Yes, he definitely looked fat, there was no doubt about it. It bothered him he’d never noticed before—the blouse was one of his favorites.
“Honestly!” he huffed, taking it off and throwing it into a basket in his closet. With dismay he looked over his huge walk-in, seeing hundreds of articles of clothing and not a single one to wear.
He heard Marlene come in and hastily pulled his robe on, opening the door and calling, “Marlene? Could you come in here, please?”
Marlene came when he called her, baffled and a little awed. She had never been allowed into Yazoo’s dressing room before, only in the small accessories closet outside of it.
“I need your help,” Yazoo said, distressed. “I’m going somewhere today and was told to dress comfortably. What do you wear when someone leaves it so open to interpretation?”
Marlene smiled at Yazoo’s nervous helplessness and said, “Well, I just go by what they usually wear when they’re going casual.”
Yazoo thought for a moment and said, “Usually worn jeans, an untucked dress shirt, and a pair of running shoes.”
“Hm,” Marlene looked over Yazoo’s clothing collection without touching anything and said, “I always liked these jeans on you, Mrs. ShinRa. You’ve got a tiny waist and the fit suits you. If I were you I’d wear… this top!”
She pointed at a blouse fashioned as a man’s dress shirt but tailored to echo feminine curves.
“And I’d wear it over this tank top and leave it halfway unbuttoned.”
Yazoo blushed and stammered, “I couldn’t leave that showing, Marlene! That camisole is underwear!” Continue reading