A dress is- a lot of cloth, draped in different ways to hang from your shoulders. It doesn't have to be fitted as well as pants and shirts do-

[At least not the kind of dress that Isabella is bringing.]

It's also something that is mostly for women.

[The second question makes her eyes shift a bit, she's nervous.]

It happened during the summer months, and I was- human, last time. More of one side of myself than the other, I supposed. Everyone was changed into humans though. It was hard for me to stand-

[And was fodder for the nightmares where her wings had been cut off instead of broken.]

I have my balance, as a tiefling. The tail acts as a perfect, if somewhat active counterweight in place of my wings. But I do prefer being myself- if given a choice.

[She smiles again.]

I'll be right there, Jetfire.