CHAPTER FORTY SIX

I stripped off my clothes, quivering with excitement and anxiety as I rushed over to the bathroom for a quick and brisk shower, scrubbing my skin until it glowed.

Once I was done, I stepped out of the bathroom and into my closet, taking out a red dress I had gotten just recently. The dress didn’t require underwear, and I wasn’t going to force the issue either.

Using my scented lotion, I rubbed it into my skin, curled my long hair, and then stepped into the garment. It felt like a flimsy purple dress on my body. Deep slits ran down both sides of my thighs, and the hem reached just above my knees. Thin straps ran over my shoulders, and the dress dipped in the centre of my chest to showcase my cleavage. I’d always had a handful of breasts and a bit more, but at least they were still perky enough that I could forego wearing a bra.

I applied some makeup, keeping it minimal and natural, like I wanted. Afterwards, I complimented the dress I had on with a pair of black high-heel pumps and a