Doctor's Orders

On the drive home you see the doctor's perfect lips move as if he was still speaking in front of you. "To be confident in your body, you must present your body confidently."

You look down at what you're wearing. A baggy t shirt. Ratty jeans you cuffed at the bottom so you wouldn't need to get them tailored. He's right. How can you act confident when this is how you look?

Back at your apartment, you dig through your wardrobe, but it's all the same. When did you let it get so bad? All you've been for years and years is a grey, baggy shape, surrendering to your insecurity from the moment you got dressed.

It feels hopeless. The Doctor will be so disappointed in me... You slump to the ground as the devastating thought crests over you...

KNOCK KNOCK - "Hey! Sorry to bother you, neighbor- are you there?" You recognize the airy voice of your neighbor, Maxie. Glum, you decide to let her in-

-and you breath catches in your throat as the scantily clad redhead gives you a kiss on the cheek before stepping inside. What she's wearing, you'd barely call it underwear, let alone clothes...

"Oh, thank you! I heard you come in- I'm so sorry, I'm such a klutz, I locked myself out of my apartment! Can I use your phone? No pockets, as you can see."

She twirls before you, her soft skin on full display, and you're so overwhelmed by the sight that you fail to notice the small bulge in her crotch.

You fumble quickly for your phone, trying not to stare, but she can see the deep shade of red your face has turned and giggles at you. "Don't be so shy, neighbor! It's my body, I don't mind it... do you?" She flops on your couch, her legs stretching out over the arm rest as she smiles up at you.

"N-no, not at all. Make yourself comfortable. ...Should I call a locksmith or-"

"Oh, yes, please. But would you mind if I stay here until he arrives? It's so drafty in the hallway..." She blinks her innocent eyelashes at you and you, of course, say yes.

A half-bottle of wine down and the locksmith is a no-show, but the two of you are getting along like a house on fire. Maxie is so kind, so supportive - every time you talk, she touches your wrist and looks into your eyes to let you know she's listening. You imagine the conversation would be even more intense if she wasn't so... naked.

It's all you can do to not stare at the soft curves of her flat chest, and part of you wonders if she wants you to stop trying... But another part still sees the Doctor's perfect lips, giving you a direct order - and here's someone clearly proud of their gorgeous body... maybe she has a few tips?