Free Burning Rescue: BBW Werebear Firefighter Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Scarlett Mountain Firefighter Werebear Shifters Book 1) by Ava James Page B

ready. You girls look around and let me know if you need anything, okay?"
    A half dozen racks were packed full of dresses. With her curvy figure, Isabelle hated shopping for clothes, let alone a dress for a fancy party, something she hadn't confided in Amber.
    "Isabelle, look at this!"
    "What?" Isabelle turned around and walked over to the rack Amber was at. She grabbed and held up a gorgeous emerald green chiffon gown. The plunging neckline would leave little to the imagination thanks to Isabelle's full breasts. She wasn't sure she could pull off such a beautiful gown, but she wanted to try. Isabelle had never tried to make a man jealous, but she hoped Donovan would rip the zipper of his pants if he saw her in it.
    "This would be amazing with your eyes. Oh my God! Look at this." Amber held it up and Isabelle was instantly in love with it.
    "What size is it?"
    Amber looked in the back for a tag. "No tag. Can't tell. Just try it on. I've got a good feeling about this one!" Amber handed it over to her, smiling like she had a winning lottery ticket in her hand. Amber impatiently waited outside the dressing room while Isabelle tried it on. "Is everything okay in there?"
    "No, not really."
    "What's wrong?"
    "It won't zip."
    "Kitty!" Amber screamed for her aunt, startling both Kitty and Isabelle.
    Catherine came out from the back room with a measuring tape draped over her shoulder. "What's going on?"
    "We found this amazing dress, and it's a little snug. Work your magic, Kitty Cat!"
    Before Isabelle knew what was happening, Catherine was inside the dressing room with her. The flowing dress came up perfectly over her hips and little waist, but the zipper wouldn't budge past that.
    "Alright, honey, let me see. I can probably make this work. Is this the one you definitely want?"
    "Yes, it's gorgeous."
    "It's stunning with your eyes, that's for sure. Let's make this happen, love." Catherine took some measurements of Isabelle's waist and bust. "Okay, so, we need to get you into this thing and you need to be able to breathe, right?"
    "Yes, breathing would be great."
    "Perfect. Go ahead and slip this off and let me see what I can do." Catherine left Isabelle alone to change. Isabelle came out of the dressing room and Catherine floated away into the back room.
    Amber was scouring the racks for a dress for herself and let out a shriek.
    "Red! It's RED! I love it! Holy shit!" Amber was screaming at the front of the store, holding up a gorgeous red beaded gown. The silver sequins and beads on it swirled around the bust and flowed to the waist. It had a sweetheart neckline and lucky for Amber, she had the breasts to hold it up. The bright red gown was designed to turn heads and on Amber's voluptuous body, Isabelle had no doubt that it would.
    Amber practically ran to the dressing room with the gown. She screamed two more times while trying it on. If Kitty couldn't make that dress work, Amber would probably need to be committed to a mental institution.
    Isabelle looked through the racks trying to find something else in case Catherine couldn't make the green dress fit her. "Alright, honey, let's try it now." Catherine was holding the dress with a sly smile on her face.
    "Hot damn!" Amber burst out of the dressing room wearing the stunning red gown. Everything about it was perfect: the color, the neckline, the way it delicately hugged her curves. She looked amazing.
    "Oh, honey. You look beautiful!" Catherine came up behind Amber with the tape measure. She measured her shoulders and waist. "I can probably take this in if you want it to hug your waist, but other than that, it looks just about perfect. Great length and the bust is good. Go ahead and take it off and I'll alter the waist for you."
    Isabelle went into the other dressing room to try the gown on again. This time the zipper glided effortlessly and she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Ugh, dressing room mirrors. I hate trying on clothes. The sleeves camouflage my flabby arms, at