He hands over a dress the color of daffodils and the nicest underwear I've ever seen. "Thank you," I tell him very primly and retreat to the dressing room. It takes me a little time to work out how it all stays up, but once I have it on and have taken a good look in the mirror, I'm quite pleased. It is a nice dress, comfortable but trim, flirtatious without seeming garish. I imagine it will take me some time to get used to showing this much of my shoulders and back, but I'm sure I'll manage.

Steeling myself, I pull the curtain aside and step out, turning slowly in front of him. "What do you think?" I can't manage to sound indifferent, but I can at least hide my pleasure at the success of the outfit.