"Remember what we talked about-- please don't indicate that you can speak or that you can understand them, it's very important. Besides, it would terrify them, quite likely! What a scene!" The towel was walking two paces ahead, throwing words carelessly backwards at her charge.
"Well there I go," continued the towel, "I'm chattering like a sheet! Let's go see who will clothe you for the time being. She bustled into the next room, where a dozen dresses were lounging over the backs of chairs and hanging aloofly from hangers that were precariously balanced on the top of a slightly ajar closet door.

"Ladies," said the towel sharply. Nothing moved.
"Ladies!!" With speed that belied her thickness and generous thread-count, she towel-whipped the nearest dress with a loud crack. There was a wail of dismay, particularly from the target of the snap, but the dresses slowly roused themselves from their chairs and hangers. She was slowly becoming more accustomed to talking and moving clothing, but it was still a wondrous sight to behold. So many dresses, each lovely and unique, ballooned from flat, lifeless cloth to full and splendid form as they gathered around Madame Towelle. How could something be made of such delicate fabric and still have enough strength to stand up straight? It was a silly question, as the same could be said for any but the starchiest of the clothes she had encountered so far.

"Now," said Mme Towelle officiously, "Which of you would like to clothe this human being to the function tonight."

"You had to choose the most awkward-looking human you could find." commented a slim, elegant -looking green dress sourly.

Despite Mme Towelle's warning, her pleasant smile slipped a notch towards a frown.

"Not me!" chimed in a short sun dress. "Its legs are much too long for my hem. I would look ridiculous!"

"Now, now, you haven't even tried it on yet!" clucked the towel. "How about you, dear." The towel gesturing to a lovely peach frock with embroidered straps. She felt a twinge of excitement in her stomach. Perhaps she wouldn't mind dressing up in a silly dress after all if it were one like that!

"You must be joking," the dress retorted, "I wouldn't be caught dead on that."

This routine countined for a little while longer, much to her growing annoyance. According to the dresses, she was too thin, too tall, and too old-fashioned-looking. The few who volunteered to be tried on said that her skin color didn't match anything, that her bust failed to fill them out properly and she hunched her shoulders. One of them actually said that they might consider clothing her if something could be done for the "stupid-looking" expression on her face.

She was getting a bit angry. After all, they were so picky-- it was a wonder they ever found anyone to wear them at all. Perhaps they would just prefer to be on their hangers all the time! Besides, it was THEY who were too loose and too short and too big around the bust. She wanted to shout out at them, to tell them that she could hear everything they were saying and that she appreciated none of it. What a surprise that would be for them indeed! She was about to throw in the towel, perhaps very literally, when a lovely blue satin frock glided in from the far side of the room with several plain grey dresses at its shoulders.

"What is happening?" it asked in a pleasant voice, like a song.
"Madame Towel wants one of us to clothe this ridiculous thing to the function tonight," said the emerald dress with a snort. "You should really put a wager on it, Mme, perhaps then you'll get some volunteers."

The blue satin frock took her wrist in its gossamer sleeve and seemed to examine her. It raised her arm and twirled her around.
"Why, it's not hideous after all." the dress said, almost to itself. It lifted her other arm and then settled itself over her head in a delicate movement, lacing itself up the back as it went. When her head appeared through the embroidered neck of the dress, she was astonished. A shimmering blue wrap that had accompanied the frock took down her hair from its rubber band and arranged it neatly around her shoulders before arranging itself around her shoulders as well. The dress fit her perfectly. Standing there in the mirror was an elegant young woman where a rough and tumble young girl had stood only a moment ago. Even the chattering dresses fell silent as the blue frock spun her around in front of the mirror and a million shattered bits of light reflected from its sparkles skittered about the room.
It seemed as if no one knew what to say for a moment, until finally a coral-colored dress grumbled, "Some clothes can make anything look good."

The room emptied rather quickly after that, until the last dress rustled out of the room and unhooked the empty hangers from the top of the closet door before firmly shutting it behind it. Only the blue dress, wrap, Mme Towelle, and the terrycloth robe she had been wearing remained. The robe had its cuff poised thoughtfully at its non-existent chin.

"My,my," it said in its country drawl, "That does look awfully nice."

lol, awesome. I like how they all talk about her like we talk about clothes.
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