Sarah walked to the closet, entranced by the soft fabrics made of  airy pastels. She held up what looked to be a bird cage.<br/><br/>"What is this?" she thought she heard a pannier. "Um, I like some of this stuff but I'm not wearing a bird cage."<br/><br/>She heard a chuckle and plucked a shorter garment with a long waist from the midst. It was small but of the most lovely shade of rose with an ivory satin sash.<br/><br/>"I kind of like this.  If it fits, can I wear it?" she asked, eagerly reaching for the dress. It did fit albeit a little tight across the back.<br/><br/>Sarah frowned, "This must be for a little girl." She struggled out of it and carefully hung it back on the hanger. Sarah didn't think anything of undressing in front of Mr. S. Somehow in her nativity, she didn't think he would really notice, or care, or think it was meant to be erotic. She didn't realize that her innocence and trust was sexy as hell.<br/><br/>She pulled a full length dress with a plunging neck line from the closet. This one was the color of a spring leaf  with loops of dove grey trim. " This looks like a costume, but the silk feels like heaven against my skin." She twirled around, "What do you think, Mr. S?"<br/><br/>Sarah had no idea the dress was meant to cling to layers of petticoats over the pannier which was over a whale bone and iron corset. The silk clung to her young springy breasts and to her flat, youthful curves over the V in her legs to the rounded thighs before pooling onto the floor.<br/><br/>She frowned again, "This is a little long. Is there anything in here that will fit me?"