The radio says, "No."

As you stare at the thong, the inaudible messages from the radio sink further into your subconscious. You find yourself smiling through your intense blush, surprisingly feeling your flushed cheeks beginning to cool as you turn and head towards your bathroom, ignoring the underwear. You feel the need to be a bit naughty for once, to break your own mold just one time.

Now you are doing make up as well. For a simple, spontaneous outing, you are certainly dolling up far more than you ever would normally. You emerge a few minutes later with smokey green eyeshadow illuminating your blue eyes; eyeliner and mascara making your eyes look bigger than they really are; lips dressed in a bold, almost slutty red lipstick; and long, light blonde hair cascading freely down your back. Finally, you return to your heels, slipping them on, one hand on the wall to keep yourself steady. As you try to find your own footing, you wobble a little, your lack of experience in wearing heels in general clearly showing. You pace back and forth across your room a few times, trying to adjust your gait and find your balance. Finally, you are satisfied that you won't just go tumbling down and break your ankles. You turn back towards your mirror.

If you didn't know better, you would think you were looking at someone else entirely. You blush once more, realizing that seeing yourself this way is actually making you feel good-- really good.

Shaking your head, you hurry out of your room, barely remembering to turn off the radio before grabbing your purse and key from the kitchen.