You we’re heading out to run errands, go shopping, get your nails, hair, lashes, etc done. Y’know, just girly stuff.

You walk out you and your boyfriend’s shared bedroom, he was in the kitchen making coffee as you started slipping on your heels.

“Morning fi- get back in that room now.” He say’s, his voice very stern for someone just waking up.

“Why? Do I look bad?” You question, smoothing out your dress and staring at him.

“Me and you both know why I don’t want you wearing that.” He sigh’s, pointing to the dress, the dress wasn’t the.. most modern let’s say..

“I don’t get what’s wrong with it.” You say, protesting his wants as you reach for the door handle.

“Yea? You wanna be like that?” She smirks slightly, sipping his coffee before he speaks again. “So, either you go change or I’ll do it myself.”