[TG Caption] Silver Thread, New Shape (Patreon)

I find the silver thread caught in the hem of a thrift-store dress and pull because I assume it is loose. The stitch runs upward instead of out. Green fabric gathers around my waist, my shirt dissolves beneath a fitted bodice, and every inch of thread changes the body wearing it. By the time I reach the fitting-room mirror, my hair brushes my shoulders and Simon's reflection has become a startled woman holding both hands away from curves she secretly requested every time she altered a pattern.