She takes you out on a date!

KNOCK KNOCK

You are awakened by your sister rapping on your door, which is still lying on the floor after she took it off the hinges. You can tell she is still sore from losing at her own game last night, but as far as you're concerned, she got what she was asking for. Besides, you were the one waking up with blue balls and your bratty sister bellowing, "Get up, shitass! If you aren't ready in time for your UGGGH date with Cindi, I'm the one that will get punished."

"A date?! Today?! With Cindi?!" You ask questions you already know the answer too but sound too good to be true. Emma rolls her eyes so hard you wonder if they will pop out of her sockets and heaves a heavy sigh. She turns and as you follow her to her room, you notice a gleam of metal under her short skirt. You feel a smidgeon of guilt about fucking the cum out of her and getting her in trouble with Cindi, even if she was trying to do the same to you. "Hey, about last night..."

Emma cuts you off as she ushers you into her closet. "Save it. I tried my best, but I guess you are too 'in love' with Cindi to cum for me. Whatevs. Pick out whatever you want for your date. It's not like I'm going anywhere with this fuckin' chastity belt on." She knocks on her steel encased snatch with a loud CLAAANG and you feel another pang of guilt, but your pangs are soon overwhelmed by the flock of butterflies flooding your stomach as you search for the perfect outfit.

You search through countless fetishwear and costumes and stripper clothes and even some slightly respectable sexy skirts and tops. You can't believe you are considering asking your sister what to wear on a date with her sort of girlfriend, but you don't have the first clue on what to pick. "Sorry, Emma, I know it's horrible to ask, but you know I don't know the first thing about style or what girls like and I really want to make a good impression."

Emma's face runs the gamut from hurt to hateful with some detours to bemused and pitying before finally sighing, "Ugh you really are hopeless. I can pick out some choices for you, but Cindi is sharp and will know if you are just wearing what you think she wants you to look like. My advice is to dress for the job you want, tho just be prepared for her to tell you she only has a position for an unpaid intern and it's on your knees. So are we going for slave? Tomgurl? Slut? Sweet and 'innocent'? What's it going to be?"

You consider your options with the rigors of decision paralysis seizing you. It should be a simple question: who do you want to be? But up until now, you've been letting everyone else make that decision for you. Now that it's being left up to you, you aren't sure where to start.