Chapter #6prom dresses next by: Unknown "Don't worry!" Amanda chirps. "There won't be so much bared skin this time around. It's more elegant."
"And just as feminine!" Jessica proclaimed, bellowing hearty laughter. She slapped my back, sending me flying off the couch towards the wood flooring. Amanda snapped her fingers while I was mid-flight, and I swapped outfits in time to cushion my collision with the floor.
I still wore fabrics very similar to the bikini - your basic women's undergarments, strapless bra and panties, digging in and doing their job of keeping private bits steady - but they were hidden by a layer of more modest--albeit figure hugging--silk, woven into the form of a beautiful, bright red prom dress. Whenever I fantasized about finally nabbing a date to take to senior prom, this was the sort of get-up I imagined: a slit along one leg, with the dress's skirt reaching strategically around the lower body, tapering out in the girl's wake; white lace would weave around the top of the dress, not low-cut, but still emphasizing the feminine curves of what would no doubt be a lovely, gorgeous girl; the dress would sparkle some, shine some, while golden high heels granted my date a gossamer gait and the red flower held back the loose curls of her hair we could dance barefoot to the faster pop and hip-hop songs, jerking our bodies without a care in the world.
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Now, wearing that very outfit, I discovered just how much effort girls had to exert hobbling around in high heels, how prone they were to tripping on the bottom ends of their dress, what a heavy smattering of makeup--even more than previously applied--felt like, with even more lipstick than I thought necessary for even supermodels.
Thankfully, posing in a prom dress required less scandalous, cleavage-bearing positions and more elegant, stoic stares over one's shoulder. This suited me just fine, as it allowed my body a moment's recuperation after the soreness of wiggling around in pieces of string and nylon, and helped the photo shoot pass faster than before.
"You're a natural born beauty," Amanda said in awe.
I blushed, more out of embarrassment than appreciation.
"And that's why," Jessica began, with jazz hands and a flourish, "in just a few minutes, you're about to experience the high point of your teenage girl life!"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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