You Get Dressed
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[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]] | [[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]] | ||
Revision as of 14:11, 13 January 2023
You decide to get ready to leave. Dropping your bathrobe, you reveal your underwear. A plain white, cotton bralette. And brief cut cotton panties. They're also white, and are covered in a childish teddy bear print, with a little bow in the center waistband.
As you admire yourself in the mirror you are aware that most people would think that you were far too old for underwear like this--your mother bought them you--but you don't care. You were a good obedient daughter, and proud of it.
You quickly finish getting dressed. Your outfit consists of a pair of black tights, with matching dress shoes. A grey pleated skirt. White button up blouse. And a dark blue cardigan. Anyone who didn't know any better would think that it was a school uniform. But the truth was. That after a lifetime of fancy private schools, you were simply used to dressing this way. Besides, you were raised to be a proper lady. You wouldn't dare wear some of the things girls your age wore now days.
Your makeup is practically non-existent. Just a bit of lip gloss. Giving you natural youthful beauty. Your Jewelry was the most important part. Two symbols of who you were. Your gold crucifix necklace, and your promise ring. Both gifts from your parents.
You know that the other girls think that your stuck-up, prudish, and frigid. They call you "princess" behind your back. And mock your abstinence group. But you won't apologize for being simply being raised right. Besides, you were more than popular enough.
Taking a scrunchy that matches the color of your sweater, you pull your red hair back into a sensible ponytail with a just bit of bang hanging down. And your done! And just in time too. As there is another knock at the door.
"Yes will, i'm coming" you say as open the door to see.
