Number 5: I want a nice, tight, pink dress.

Number five is next to the hanger where a pink, stretch satin dress is hanging.

Following the instructions, you step into the dress and shimmy it up your body.

It goes higher.

Then higher.

And then you have to pull it up even higher.

HOW HIGH IS THIS DRESS? You freak out.

Finally, it's high enough that you can put your arms into it. Of course it zips up in the back, but fortunately, the zipper ends around the middle of your back so you're able to handle it.

You then try and pull down the skirts, and you are a little bit, but OH GOD THIS DRESS IS SO SHORT.

The skirt goes down to, maybe, 2-3 inches below your crotch. And the whole thing is shiny, tight, satin, which crushes and holds your body in its intimate pink embrace.

You look in the mirror and can not help but gasp out-loud. CHRIST, YOUR BREASTS! They stick out a mile, and the tight dress and waist cinch only triply enhance them. And the low-cut neckline means you are showing ACRES and ACRES of cleavage.

You look at the sexed-up, trashy pink bimbo slut in the mirror and you start to pant.

Is this me? You wonder.

Could this really be me??