I'm sure you've all heard of the color changing dress that's been all over, well, everything. I don't know about y'all but I see blue and black every time I  look at it so I came up with this little funny scene. Enjoy!

I impatiently waited for her to descend the stairs. I was still shocked that she'd agreed to come to the dance with me. We'd been getting closer and closer over the pass few months and I finally got the nerve to ask her to accompany me.

I heard a small sound at the top of stairs and saw her standing there in the dim light. Her dress seemed to fit her prefectly, outlining her every beautiful curve.

"So..," She asked meekly.

"You look stunning," I smiled.

"Really?" She grinned.

I traced her figure with my eyes again. "Yeah, white and gold are definitely your colors."

"Huh?" She tilted her head in confusion and looked down at her dress. "I'm wearing blue and black."

"I'm pretty sure that's white and gold," I laughed.

"What are you on? It's obviously blue and black," She glared. "Dad!"

A big burly man stomped down the stairs and stood by his daughters side. "Do I need to kill this boy?" He asked menacingly. I gulped.

"What color is my dress, daddy?" She asked.

"White and gold, sweetheart. And might I say that you look beautiful in it," He replied proudly.

"Dad it's blue and black," She growled.

"What? No its isn't," He said, confused.

"You're all on drugs," She huffed and stomped back up the stairs. Her father and a exchanged a confused look.

"Are we still on for tonight?" I called.