Outfit One

While all of the outfits certainly caught your attention, the one you went with was the Tennis Outfit. As much as you wanted to cover up and protect your **** body, you couldn’t pass up the chance to show off your new form. You would just have to be careful with what you did, and who you hung around. If you hung out with anyone, that is.

You grabbed the black sports bra and then the white miniskirt and held them up in the mirror in front of your body. Your eyes fixated on your form, imagining how sexy you would look in this outfit. Fuck, you would look like an absolute star… irresistible with a killer body. You had always wanted to see Mia Khalifa in a slutty photo shoot or porn video while wearing a tennis uniform almost exactly like this. Maybe it was the taboo nature of being in the uniform that got to you? Whether it be a cop, cosplay, or tennis uniform and/or outfit, the taboo nature of being in that outfit and getting railed in it excites you.

Wait, that wasn't right? Getting railed, no it was supposed to be you railing somebody… not the other way around, right?

What was happening to you? It was like something was rewiring your neural pathways.

Fuck, you thought, this curse is getting to me now. I just have to stay calm and keep my mind in check, and if I need to I can always go jack off someplace private.

You slowly pulled up the miniskirt, gasping as you let the elastic waistband snap against your hips. As you looked back in the mirror, your eyes widened as you checked out the skirt. It was definitely shorter than you had initially expected. An accidental move and your ass was almost hanging out, shit. But, nothing you could do about that now.

With a little fumbling, you got the black sports bra on and God was it tight. You felt like it was squeezing your ribs and trying to suffocate you. So, to rectify this, you adjusted the straps a little and you immediately sighed in relief. You could breathe now, but the caveat was that it showed off a generous amount of cleavage. Fuck.

You bent down to look for spare underwear to use, but all you found was the skimpiest white thong possible. Sighing, you pulled it up your legs and smiled as you settled it into place. All of that anxiety that had been building within you was gone, now you weren’t so ****.

Just as you were turning to admire your thighs in the mirror, your phone beeped. Then it beeped again. Someone was calling you… should you answer it?