Let's go all-out... and kinda slutty...

You can't say what drove your hands, but you opened your closet, pulling out the short skirt and crop top that your friend from next door had basically **** you to get. Xia always says you don't have enough clothes that flatter your figure. One day, she dragged you out to the mall, determined to fix that. The skirt is sleek, black, and barely covers your ass; if you bend down even slightly, you'll be flashing your underwear at anyone behind you. The top barely covers your larger C-cup breasts; if they took that little jump into D-cup, the shirt would have zero chance of covering them both top and bottom. As is, the thin white fabric either covers the top and shows off some under boob, or covers the bottoms and is heavy on the cleavage. You can never **** it to stay one way or the other, though you usually try to keep it covering the bottoms.

Here you arrive at another question: Underwear. Your heart starts beating just a little faster as you catch sight of the thong Xia had **** you to get as well. A flush fills your cheeks as you imagine bending over deeply, specifically to show off for a group of guys. Normally, you would shake those thoughts from your head, but tonight you decide to go with it. You exchange your normal panties for the black thong, then slip the skirt on over it. Next, the matter of a bra. You bite your lip as you hold up the shirt. If you wear any bra, the shirt will end up exposing it when it inevitably rides up. The blush in your cheeks rages hotter at the thought of going without one, but your mind reasons that it's the least awkward option if anyone does see it... Just like with the skirt, you find yourself hoping someone does.

Off comes your bra and on goes the shirt. You tug it down as much as you can, turning to look in your full-length mirror. You are surprised to see yourself smiling coyly as you take in your appearance. A thought strikes you, and you turn back to the closet, rummaging around. Finally, you find the four-inch heels you got that day with Xia. She convinced you to get them, saying they made you "look sexier." You set them by the door, not wanting to put them on until it's time to go.

You run over to your bathroom. pulling out the rarely-used make-up products you keep in a couple of drawers. Soon enough, you have your eyes decked out in smokey purple eyeshadow and long black lashes-- a lovely contrast to your light blue eyes-- and your lips highlighted with a bold red lipstick. You brush out your long, blonde hair, but otherwise decide to leave it down. Running back to your room, you look in the mirror again. A giggle actually manages to escape your lips as you take in your appearance. This is going to be fun.

You run back to the door, slip on the shoes, purse with your keys and phone from the kitchen, and leave the apartment, locking up behind you.