Domination

Part II

"You know that it's okay if I see you naked, right? I'm your best friend and I'm straight," my annoying best friend pestered me as I was trying to shower.

"No, it's not 'okay.' That makes me uncomfortable," I muttered as I continued shaving my legs. "Grace, calm down. I understand. The last time someone saw you naked is when your mom dressed you when you were 4."

I can tell that she was rolling her eyes at me just by the tone of her voice. "Hardee har har, it's just, I don't understand why you have to see me naked to figure out my body shape. You should already know it."

"Yes, I know, Grace. Thin long legs, a little wider hips with a fat ass, itty bitty thin waist, and little mosquito bite titties. I know. Not everyone has a perfect little body like you do." I groaned at her. I was insecure about my girls.

"They're not that small," I scolded her. "Fine, they aren't that small, but you're like a 34B, so chill." I frowned sadly, knowing she was right. My hips were nice and my butt was to die for, but my breasts were smaller than what guys usually desired.

"Wait, why do you need to know the size of my body anyways?" "Because, like I said a thousand times, my idiot brother returns home today and we have to look nice for his welcome home dinner."

I gulped at her words. I've been waiting for his arrival back home for almost 500 days, since my lust for him began. "I have plenty of clothes. I'll be fine."

"Grace. You don't have 'plenty of clothes.' You have cute little virgin church clothes that are just embarrassing," she groaned. "Hayley, that hurts my feelings. I like my clothes," I muttered in the second sentence.

"Okay well, I brought over a dress for you anyways to try on." "No! No, Hayley. A bra and thong do not count as a dress!" "Grace, calm down. It's actually nice. Even your mom approved."

Woah, that's the first. If my mom approves of clothing for me to wear, then it must cover everything appropriately.

"I'll think about it." "Yay!! You'll look so hot!" She clapped as she continued to sit on the counter next to my bathroom sink. "Wait, remind me again why my family is invited. Shouldn't this be a family celebration? Like without my family?"

Hayley laughed a little awkwardly and cleared her throat. "Well, about that, Harley kind of requested you to be there, haha. Isn't that strange?"

He wanted me there? My chest felt like it warmed up a bit and a smile crept it's way onto my face.

"Are- Are you sure? That can't be right," I muttered. "I was thinking the same thing! But I was listening to my mother's phone call, obviously, and this is what I heard.

"Hi sweetie! We miss you dearly! Are you still returning home on Saturday? I'd like to make dinner for you and have a nice 'Welcome Home' celebration!'

'Hello mom, and yes, I should be home Saturday, hopefully by 6 pm, but I'm not sure yet. Will it just be you, dad and Hayley?'

'Yes, dear. Your father will be joining us. He took the weekend off so he could see you!'

'That's great, mom. But can you in-

'Oh! What would you like as the main dish? I want it to be special for you!'

'Mom, some grilled chicken with mashed potatoes and stuff will be fine. Make whatever you want, but can you inv-

'Are you okay with potato salad? And some pasta salad? I know you like those and I thought-

'Those are fine mom, but-

'Oh, and for drinks-

'Mom! Let me speak!'