Getting ready for the party

Emma had barely finished unpacking when her roommate, Madison, plopped down on her bed, stretching like a cat before glancing over at her. The two of them had been inseparable since high school—both cheerleaders, both lovers of good parties and late-night adventures. So, when she wasn’t immediately surprised that Emma was already getting invited somewhere, it was clear that curiosity still burned in her sharp brown eyes.

Emma leaned against her dresser, scrolling absentmindedly through her phone before looking up. “Some guys invited me to a party tonight. Should I even go?”

Madison, who had been flipping through a fashion magazine, paused mid-page turn. Her perfectly shaped eyebrows arched as she processed what had just been said.

“Wait. Which guys?” she asked, setting the magazine down.

“I think the football guys?”

Madison’s head snapped up, eyes wide with interest. “Oh my god, really?” She tossed the magazine aside completely now, sitting up on her elbows. “How did that happen?”

Emma shrugged, trying to act casual, but the memory of their lingering stares still sent a thrill down her spine. “They helped me move in. Seemed nice enough.”

Madison let out a knowing laugh, swinging her legs off the bed. “Nice? Oh, honey, those guys aren’t just nice. They throw some of the best ragers on campus—parties that could rival the best frat houses.” She leaned forward, eyes sparkling with excitement. “They have an amazing house, and their parties are even better from what I hear. If you want to be invited back, you have to dress the part.”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “And what exactly is ‘the part’?”

Madison grinned like she had been waiting for this moment. She hopped off the bed and made her way to your closet, flinging it open dramatically. “Alright,” she mused, thumbing through your clothes with the precision of a seasoned stylist. “This is not just any party. This is a football house party. That means confidence, a little bit of mystery, and a lotttt of skin!!!”

She pulled out a sleek black mini dress and held it up to you. “This would be killer.”

Madison ponders a bit, "well, what you have on right now is kinda cute. But I don't see enough skin?" She looks at you and shakes her head. "You have the curves, but guys want to see skin. They love a skin showing slut!"

She hummed in consideration before grabbing a different option—a beige bodysuit. “Okay, now this is hot.”

Emma took the dress from her and tried it on, twisting to check herself in the mirror. Madison scrutinized her with a critical eye before shaking her head again. “Hmmm, not enough cleavage. Guys wanna see that.”

Madison’s eyes widened, and she let out a low whistle. “Wow, gorgeous. You know what, though? Nah.” She waved her hand dismissively before an idea lit up her expression like a spark. “Honestly? Just wear lingerie or a bikini.”

Emma blinked, taken aback. “What? Why?”

Madison smirked knowingly, stepping closer. “Trust me. You’ll stand out to the guys more.”

Emma hesitated but, feeling daring, decided to humor her friend. She reached for a matching white set of frabric, slipping into it before turning to face Madison.

“Like this?” she asked, uncertainty laced in her voice.

Madison’s eyes gleamed with approval as she took in the sight. “Yes, perfect.” Without hesitation, she stepped forward and squeezed Emma’s breasts playfully. “Now this will get the guys to love you.”

"My boyfriend will kill me if he knows I went to a party looking like this."

Madison let out a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes as she flopped back onto the bed. “Oh, please, Emma. Your boyfriend goes here, sure, but what’s he gonna do? Chain you to his dorm room?” She sat up again, fixing her with a knowing look. “Look, if you want to be popular—if you want to actually live your college life and not just sit around playing the ‘good girlfriend’—then you need to own this.”

Emma crossed her arms, shifting uncomfortably. “I just don’t want him to get mad…”

Madison huffed, standing up and placing her hands on her hips. “Babe, listen to me. You are hot. You have one chance to make a first impression on this campus. Do you really want people to just know you as ‘so-and-so’s girlfriend’? Or do you want to be the girl everyone notices when she walks into a room?” She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Besides, your boyfriend will understand. He knows how gorgeous you are—he should be proud to have a girl that every guy wishes they could have.”

Emma glanced at herself in the mirror again, her resolve wavering. Madison grinned, sensing victory. “Come on, just this once. Show up, have fun, and own it. You don’t have to do anything crazy—just look amazing, dance a little, enjoy the attention. And if your boyfriend really has a problem with you looking this good?” She smirked. “Then maybe he’s just scared someone else might appreciate what he has more than he does.”

She stepped back, gesturing grandly at the mirror. “So? Are we doing this, or what?”