It Began With a Dare

Chapter 8; WOW. Fancy meeting the player here.

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Chapter 8: WOW. Fancy meeting the player here.

‘So, how about this?’ Hayley asked me, holding up a short, black tube bustier dress.

I gaped at the dress, but quickly shut my mouth, in case it became too visible. I didn’t want to appear rude at Hayley, but wearing such a dress to school? Looking ever so slutty as the new student?  No fricking wayyyyy please. Don’t get me wrong, I like shopping, but I like shiopping my own way an style, not someone’s else. Something in my gut tells me that Hayley was either a model or a cheerleader before.

Hayley and I were at East View Shopping Mall now. She thinks that I ought to have some clothes to prepare for school tomorrow, which I tell you, I am not prepare for school at all. I mean, how can I be in a school, without my 3 best friends?! I sighed softly. I missed them dearly.

‘So Crys?’ Hayley asked, prompting for a reply.

‘Umm, I don’t wear dresses, Hayley,’ I smiled politely at her, wanting her to take the hint that I don’t do these dresses at a school.

Hayley furrowed her eyebrows. ‘Honey, why not? You’ve quite a nice figure,’ Her eyes looked down from my face to the rest of my body. ‘I’m sure you’ll look fabulous in it.’

‘But, Hayley, I can’t- I started, but was cut off by her.

‘Honey, just take it. Trust me, you’re meant for this dress. Now, let’s go get another clothes.’ Hayley pulled my arm and dragged me to the rack where those short shorts are.

She pulled out several too-short-shorts for my liking. ‘Here, take these.’ She pushed them onto my hand. She then continued to scan through the rack, smiling at herself as if so satisfied for choosing those shorts. She pulled out another seriously damn short shorts. When I say short, it’s like those that barely even cover your butt check.

‘This, will compliment your legs good!’ she shoved the shorts to me.

Oh boy. This is going to be hell of a long day of revealing outfits.

I looked at myself thoroughly into the mirror in the dressing room. NO NO NO.  So much bare flesh. So much skin. So much is being revealed!

Right one, I’m in a pair of denim dip dye short shorts and a small tight black crop top Hayley instructed me to try on. I may look hot or good, but these are simply not my style at all. How am I going to look at the world now? The shorts ended mid butt, which meant my butt cheek was revealed, as well as a little heart tattoo. I thought tattoos were cool when I was young, so I’ve gotten a permanent one. But I don’t know why I made the idea of having the tattoo on my butt cheek. Oh yeah, maybe it’s to keep it protected. As for the crop, it was short, as short as a shorts bra, revealing my tummy and belly and pretty much the shape of my waist and breasts since it was tight.