The gown (Crygi)
“I literally have nothing to wear. What even is white tie?” Crystal huffed as she looked around forlornly at the clothes scattered around the bedroom. She knew she was being overly dramatic, but she also knew this charity gala was a huge deal for Gigi’s career, and she couldn’t mess this up for her best friend.
“White tie is just, like, extra fancy. Floor length dresses, tuxedos, the whole nine yards,” Gigi commented, focusing on pinning her carefully curled tresses out of her face. “I’m sure you’ll look incredible in anything you decide to wear anyways, you always do.”
Crystal sighed, picking up a knitted cardigan from the floor. “Yeah, but my style isn't exactly fancy rich person stuff, and I’m not sure that a jacket with the muppets faces knitted onto it is going to fly at a fancy celebrity rich person event.”
“Hey! Don't denigrate the muppet cardigan. I love that thing.” Gigi turned to her, a s0ft pout on her lips. “You’re psyching yourself out, Crys. I wouldn’t have invited you if I didn’t want you to come, kooky clothes and all,” She murmured, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I’m gonna go finish my makeup, when I get back we’ll pick out the perfect outfit. I promise.” Gigi gave her another smile before slipping out of the room.
Crystal looked around the room, groaning and burying her face in her hands. Maybe she should pretend to be sick, or pretend there was some sort of family emergency. There was no way in hell she was fancy enough and classy enough to be Gigi’s date to some star studded dinner where she would undoubtedly get nervous and make a fool of both herself and Gigi.
“Fuck, what am I gonna do?” Crystal sighed as she moved her hands away from her face to comb nervously through her hair.
That's when she spotted it. In the corner of Gigi’s closet, dark red and shimmering, almost like a mirage. Crystal pushed herself to her feet, rushing over to pull the dress out of the closet, looking at it reverentially. She remembered exactly when Gigi had first shown her the dress.
“I think this is it. The perfect dress. This is my Mona Lisa, my Starry Night,” Gigi gushed, twirling around as she hugged the gemstone encrusted gown to her chest. Crystal smiled so wide her cheeks were hurting.
“It’s pretty incredible, Geeg. Can I see it on you?”
“Yeah, but keep in mind I’m not really the ideal model for this dress. I don’t know who the right model is, but when I see this dress on her I’ll know. It’ll shift the axis of the whole world permanently. I know it.”
Crystal waited with bated breath as Gigi slipped into the gown, watching the way the carefully draped fabric shone against her milky skin. She couldn’t imagine how anyone could possibly look better in the dress than Gigi. It was sheer perfection already.
“Well? What do you think?”
“I think you look like a bona fide goddess. You’re gorgeo– the dress is gorgeous,” Crystal fumbled, cheeks burning pink.
“I know, it really is. Once I figure out who it’s meant for, the world is going to fall in love too.” Gigi smiled proudly
It almost felt sacreligious, taking something so delicate and beautiful that Gigi had never found the right muse for, and putting it on. But something about it was calling to her. Besides, if she looked stupid in it, she could just take it off, no harm no foul.
Crystal moved carefully, cognizant of every movement of the fabric, every sewn-on gem, not wanting to blemish Gigi's masterpiece. She didn’t realize she had been holding her breath until she finished zipping up the back and let out a sigh of relief.
The gown fit her like a glove, much to Crystal’s delight. The fabric shifted from a deep burgundy to a warm black depending on the lighting, bringing out the golden tones in Crystal’s skin. The boning in the waist hugged her figure as if it had been made with her in mind, and the dramatic billowing sleeves made the whole outfit feel just ‘Crystal’ enough that she didn’t feel like an imposter. In fact, as she looked in the mirror, experimentally pulling her hair back from her face, she thought she looked beautiful.
A soft gasp had Crystal whirling on her heels, coming face to face with Gigi, who was staring at her, mouth agape. Crystal's confidence instantly took a nosedive, shattering at her feet.
“Fuck, oh my god, I should have asked you before I tried this on, I totally wasn’t thinking, I’m so sorry, I just… I know how important this event is for you and I didn’t want to look stupid next to you and you look so put together and fancy and classy all the time and I don't have anything like that and I saw this in the closet so I thought that maybe–” Crystals nervous rambling was cut short by the feeling of warm lips against hers.
Crystal felt like she was floating. This had to be a dream, or she had somehow died while putting the dress on and this was heaven. But when she opened her eyes, she was still in Gigi’s room, wearing Gigi’s dress, as Gigi stepped back, lipstick smudged ever so slightly.
“What was– not that I didn’t enjoy that immensely, but… uh. Was there a reason you just kissed me?” Crystal squeaked out, sounding anything but suave. She was sure her face was red enough that it matched the dress she had on.
“You just look so… wow. That dress was made for you. Absolutely. I never imagined…” Gigi swallowed thickly, tongue darting over her lips. “Don’t get me wrong, Crys. You always look incredible. Literally always. The amount of times you’ve taken my breath away is… frankly unfair. But I’ve never seen you like this. And I’ve been wanting to do that for so long, I just couldn’t help myself,” Gigi was growing nervous as she spoke, playing nervously with the hem of her sleeve, and Crystal couldn’t help but smile, reaching out to grab Gigi’s hands in her own.
“Will you do it again?”
Gigi surged forward, connecting their lips, and it was all the response Crystal needed.