The dressing room of that large downtown store seemed to have suddenly shrunk. Nicoletta stared at the heavy curtain, hoping no one would accidentally pull it aside. In front of her, the full-length mirror, illuminated by a cold, merciless light, forgave nothing.
She had chosen a beautiful summer dress, light and with thin straps, but now that she was there, ready to try it on, her heart was pounding with excitement. Due to fatigue and the long period of therapy and doctor visits, Nicoletta had neglected her hair removal. On her legs, under her armpits, and on her pussy, the hair had grown loose and dark, contrasting sharply with her pale skin.
In that moment, embarrassment washed over her like a wave. She felt vulnerable, almost wrong in that temple of beauty and perfect aesthetics. She could hear the voices of the other customers and the sound of clothes being moved on hangers just outside her stall. What if the sales assistant knocks and asks if I need a different size? sh
