"The theme was 'Masquerade Ball' She told me her mom would be making the dresses. Because I lived out of state, this involved a long, drawn-out process of sending the dress back and forth for fittings. Now, when it arrived, I was utterly speechless. It was in two pieces, the skirt and the bodice, which flowed out from the hips and over the butt. The bodice was the color of dried blood. The skirt was made of gold, silver, and orange striped fabric. The thing weighed about 15 lbs. It was made from cheap satin and, I kid you not, fucking tapestry fabric. Industrial weight shit. Anyway, my friend advised me on the fit, saying that my breasts should be 'pouring out' of the neckline and that the waist should be as tight as humanly possible....In addition, the bride asked me to stuff my bra so that, seriously, I was pouring out of the corset. Anything for the bride on her big day, right? After it was all over, the bride and her mom made me promise that if I were ever going to get rid of the dress, that I should send it back to them because they really loved them. I should have gotten naked right there. Because of the guilt, I still have the thing crumpled in the back of my closet."