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"SEXY OR CUTE?"
I was feeling daring for once in my life.
Usually I preferred cute and comfortable clothing over bold and outgoing ones but today, I didn't feel like playing it safe.
I could also admit that I was feeling particularly good about myself since I had started to see results from my occasional workouts at the gym and now I could understand why the girls with the toned curves and abs, loved to flaunt their perfect bodies.
It was the perfect ego booster.
So for one party, I could pretend to be someone else.
"Sexy, cause why not?" Aaliyah smirked at me provocatively, pinning her blonde dyed tip curls behind her ears as she raked her eyes appreciatively over my form, "You would look so fucking hot if you wore those pants. Don't hide any of those curves from people, girl. If I was gay, I would totally scissor you."
Whoa okay, really explicit but I would take it.
Feeling slightly uncomfortable and even more confident I grinned at Aaliyah and started to reach out for the clothes I had laid out on my bed, deciding that for once I wouldn't play it safe.
"Okay cool," I snatched up the figure hugging leather pants, deciding to pair it with my busty long sleeved top, "Sexy it is."
Aaliyah was already dressed and ready to go in a classic mini black dress and thigh-high boots, looking incredibly hot may I add. The only thing she had draped on to protect herself from the cold was a tight cropped fitting leather jacket that would be useless against the chill outside. She would honestly freeze out there if Mario wasn't dropping us off in his nice warm car.
"You're going to look so fine," Aaliyah was gushing over me as I started pulling the pants over my black lacy underwear, squealing with glee, "I love the make-up too and—"
Two heavy knocks suddenly sounded on my door and interrupted Aaliyah's appreciative rant, almost startling me out of my skin.
"Uh, one minut–" I buttoned up the pants as quickly as I could, my face melting with panic when I realised it could be my Mom at the door and she would never approve of my outfit, "C-come in!" I called out anxiously.
My panic eased when it was my sister who sauntered into my room with permission, seemingly dressed up for a night out too. Fahjah glanced towards Aaliyah and then back to me, refusing to acknowledge my friend's presence as always.
