You Get Dressed
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| - | You decide to get ready to leave. Dropping your bathrobe, you reveal your underwear. A | + | You decide to get ready to leave. Dropping your bathrobe, you reveal your underwear. A white cotton bralette. And a pair of full cut white cotton briefs. You take a moment to admire yourself in the mirror, even with your modest underwear it was clear that you had a great figure. You were proud of your body, though you would '''never''' show it off in public. "''That's how bad girls who want attention behave"'' you think. Dutifully parroting your mothers lessons to you. |
| - | + | You're soon finished 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 other girls your age wore now days. | |
| - | You | + | Your makeup is practically non-existent. Just a bit of lip gloss. You never felt comfortable with much more than that. 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 a good girl. Besides, you were more than popular enough. | ||
| - | + | Taking a scrunchy the same color as your sweater, you pull your red hair back into a sensible ponytail with a just bit of bang hanging down. With that, you're ready to go. And just in time too. As there is another knock at the door. | |
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"Yes will, i'm coming" you say as open the door to see. | "Yes will, i'm coming" you say as open the door to see. | ||
Current revision as of 04:38, 14 January 2023
You decide to get ready to leave. Dropping your bathrobe, you reveal your underwear. A white cotton bralette. And a pair of full cut white cotton briefs. You take a moment to admire yourself in the mirror, even with your modest underwear it was clear that you had a great figure. You were proud of your body, though you would never show it off in public. "That's how bad girls who want attention behave" you think. Dutifully parroting your mothers lessons to you.
You're soon finished 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 other girls your age wore now days.
Your makeup is practically non-existent. Just a bit of lip gloss. You never felt comfortable with much more than that. 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 a good girl. Besides, you were more than popular enough.
Taking a scrunchy the same color as your sweater, you pull your red hair back into a sensible ponytail with a just bit of bang hanging down. With that, you're ready to go. 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.
