Whimsy sighed to herself. She stared at herself in the mirror of a small dressing room. The dress was a gross green and covered in small pink roses. It was less than flattering. Her entire body was less than flattering. She slumped against a wall and slid down the wall, burying her head in her arms.

A knock came at the door. "You alright in there?" came a high, lispy voice.

"Not really, no." she said, her voice breaking.

"Tell me, honey!"

"I'm just trying to find a nice dress but it feels like all the ones in my size look bad!"

"What's your size, Autie Ris' got you!"

"24-26-28," she muttered, whipping her face and trying to collect herself.

"Alrighty, and what color are you, sweetheart?"

"My… my scales are purple."

"I will be right back!"

Whimsy stood, hoping he'd bring back something better than this. A knock quickly came.

"May I break in?" Came his voice again, "No need to worry, I'm a flaming homosexual!"

Whimsy sniffled, smiled and unlocked the door. Ris was a brown poodle, he had long black textured hair that you could barely see his ears under- a slim of brown that went right back down to black puffs. He had a golden scarf tied to the side of his neck and had a blue jean jacket on over purple flannel. He held a big white dress with blue-green stripes across.

"Oh, that dress does look bad," he commented, "This one will hopefully look better!"

Whimsy nodded, closing the door and switching out dresses. Ris' was a bit short for her liking, but she figured she could wear something under. It fit well. It looked great.

She switched back into the jacket and pants she came in with and hung both dresses back on their hooks, stepping back out. Ris had been standing sentry outside of the door. He quickly took the first dress.

"Better?" he asked.

Whimsy nodded, "Thanks."