Emma gets dressed

"Go away!" Emma screamed. "Get out of my head."

Suddenly, Emma felt herself move. She got up, picked up her clothes, and walked over to her dressing table. She sat down, looked in the mirror, and began to put on her makeup.

Usually she had a very light hand, but today she was quite heavy. She applied extra eye shadow and rouge. She had beautiful facial teaures but never emphasized them. Today she did. She finished, and looking back at her was a young women who looked like a cheap whore! Emma gasped but got up and began to dress.

She put on her blouse and skirt without any undergarments. Emma realized what she had done and began to blush. "Why am I forgetting my underwear?" Emma asked. She was very embarrassed but she made no effort to change anything.

Emma found a pair of dark thigh-high stockings. She put them on, again noticing that she was not wearing underwear, but doing nothing. She also put on a pair of black 3-inch high heels.

Emma looked in the mirror and saw a cheap whore looking back at her. Her tight skirt, and the hard nipples poking through the fabric of her sheer blouse made her look like a "working girl".

"I can't go to school looking like this! My friends would think that I was trying to pick them up." Emma gasped at what she just said. "Most of my friends are girls. I don't want to fuck them ... for free." Again Emma was shocked by her thoughts.

Emma decided not to go to school but to go downtown ...