Dress a little slutty

Normally if you were to meet someone to study, a friend, a classmate, you would be perfectly happy wearing a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. The exam season takes its toll on everyone, after all; no one is going to give you shit for going to the library dressed like that.

However something possesses you to shake up your routine. Maybe it's what you figured out about yourself last night; that's very possible. You don't know Holly all that well, and you're not sure the picture of her in your head is actually accurate, but you remember her being a pretty good-looking woman. Maybe you want to dress up for her, to impress her a little.

The reason doesn't matter much. You run upstairs to your bedroom and rifle through your clothes to put together an outfit. You don't want to overdo it; you still fully intend to study, even if you are trying to impress Holly. The first choice is a pair of yoga pants, simple and a little see through, especially when they stretch across your ass. You throw on a sexy sports bra that your mother bought you, pink and purple checkers that pushes your cleavage up a little with a zipper down the front. Finally you choose a tight white tank top. It was a joke present from Kayla on your birthday last year; across the chest, there's a word written in block letters:

HO.

Yeah. That should do just fine.