Goddess, I can't believe I let Bexley talk me into this.
"You look great, will you stop?" Bexley ground out at me.
"I look way too overdressed!" I hissed at her.
"No such thing," she replied. "Plus, I dressed up too, so you wouldn't feel so alone."
I looked her up and down with a frown.
Sure, Bexley's sort of overdressed. She's wearing a flowy, skater-style black skirt with a light pink cropped top that zips in the front. Her boobs were sitting high up. She was barefoot, of course, and had a simple black choker necklace on. Her hair was down, hanging in golden waves around her.
Then there was me.
Bexley stuffed me into red, lacy lingerie that had me feeling all out of sorts. She even made me put on black thigh-high stockings too. Then she forced me into this tight, black dress. It'
