Everleigh
I walked into the party feeling confident in my new dress. For weeks, I had followed Aleks's lead when it came to what clothes I wore because he likes to dress me like a Barbie doll.
It may not seem like a big deal, but to me, it was. The soft, black fabric conformed to my body as if it were made just for me. The feel of the mottled silk against my skin woke up my senses again, making me appreciate touch and smell, and taste once more. But the most important thing about picking out this dress was deciding for myself what I wanted to wear.
I felt like I had some of the control back in my life and my own body.
Aleks looked at me admiringly when I first came out of my room. "You look beautiful as always," he said.
"Thank you. I still don't feel good about this party," I said gr
