Violet
After about two hours of Dylan and I rushing to get everything situated for the get-together, we finally finish. The kitchen prepared with an absurd amount of drinks ranging from water to soda. The living room transformed into a dancing common area, since we removed the coffee table. And all the doors locked to avoid horny people and thieves.
Dylan and I lie on her bed on our backs, catching our breaths after the chores.
"Now all that's left is us getting dressed," Dylan exhales with a sigh.
"I'm already dressed," I furrow my brows as I tilt my head to the side. My cheek touching the soft comforter to look at Dylan.
Dylan sits up abruptly as her eyes run across my body, analyzing my outfit like some kind of fashion robot. Her face contorts in a specific facial expression that shows...disgust? or shock? I'm not sure. But obviously she doesn't approve my clothing choices.
"uh uh. I'm finding you something else," Dylan launches off the bed and darts towards her walk-in closet, without giving me any time to protest. Not that I was going to anyways, given how stubborn she is.
She rummages through her clothes, the sound of hangers scraping against the pole, "Did you invite Greyson?"
My ears perk up at the sound of his name.
"I didn't—I didn't know I could invite someone," My voice wavers slightly.
"Oh. I mean I pretty much invited the whole school. I'll just text Saffron to bring him.," Dylan waves off nonchalantly, continuing her search for my evening wear.
Did i hear that correctly? She invited the whole school. To a small get together?
"Wait what? I thought this was a small get together. You know, casual. Not a party," I now sit up to get a better look at her. Just making sure if I really heard correctly.
Dylan freezes.
"I- Saffron thought it be a good opportunity to make some money. And his money is technically mine soo. And I also knew that you'd be all wimpy about this so i didn't tell you,"
I sigh
"Dyl. If my mom finds out about this. I'm dead. And so will you."
"I know I know. Let's just have some fun. Please. Try this on," She hands me a mini black dress with cutouts at the chest and waist.
"No way. It's basically a bikini," I grab the almost non existent outfit.
"It is not. Stop being such a prude, it's just a few cut outs. You're gonna look smoking,"
"Fine," I roll my eyes before heading to the restroom to switch out my clothes. Removing my bra and underwear figuring that it'll show from the cutouts. I slide the dress on slowly and carefully afraid that i'd rip it.
I finally get the dress on, Surprise surprise the dress looks even more scandalous on my fuller figured body. The dress stopped just nearly under my butt cheeks. The fabric clung to every possible curve on my body in a constricting but supportive way. Making my boobs sit up as if I was wearing a push-up bra, allowing for an ample amount of cleavage to be seen through the keyhole cutout.
I examine myself in the mirror some more and though this dress makes me feel uncomfortable I do look...attractive.
I take a deep breath in and the the bathroom to re-enter Dylan's room.
Dylan has also changed into a pink mini dress with the same amount of scandal as mine.
"Oh La La. I keep forgetting how hot you are babe," Dylan approaches me to adjust the dress a little.
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