I stood staring at the little black top that did very little to hide my bosom. I wasn't really that well-endowed, certainly nothing like Molly with her ample… but I wasn't exactly small. I had a decent size… and this shirt was formed to it like a second skin. It was the perfect complement to the pair of jeans Molly picked out for me that was so tight I could barely breathe in them. I stared at myself in the mirror and tried to find some way to feel comfortable in the outfit.
"Are you sure?" I asked Molly for the third time.
"Yes!! Becca, you look fantastic! Sexy as hell and more grown-up as you wanted," she insisted.
"I feel like a slut," I told her with a blush at the word.
"Sweetie, you don't look it. You look like a confident woman that knows her own sexuality," Molly repl
