Imagining That Dreams Come True by Eleanor Darby Wright

I shivered as I thought of all the men who had propositioned me that evening seeing only the gorgeous young woman I had become, the Halloween Queen, as selected by the male judges, no doubt influenced by Melinda. I wished that I could have been in my living room then. I could almost feel the light skirts swirling about me, I could feel the tight bodice and my arms so loosely wrapped in gosamer. I could feel myself dancing with someone strong and masculine like Kevin who hugged me and kept his arms about me.