Classy Little Black Dress

I skim over my closet in a hurry before finding my favorite dress and quickly throwing it on. A little black thing that I bought when I was an inch shorter. Apparently, the inch I grew was all in my legs because it rises higher on my thighs than my mother would deem appropriate and my little boobs are trying to spill out of the deep V in front. There's just the slightest amount of fabric between the part of my boobs where my bra lays, and where the dress ends. It's dangerous, I bite my lip and stare at the mirror before Becky yells again "Now!!" and I mutter "fuck it," grab my black heels in my arms and follow the sounds of Becky to the front door.