Sittin' Up in My Room

Standing in a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, JoJo checked herself in the mirror for a moment. Feeling butterflies in her stomach after everything that had happened in the hot tub, she felt unsure about going back downstairs. I kissed Jared AND Whitney! I'm not sure I want to know what's going to happen down there with everyone drunk.

Knowing someone would likely come looking for her if she tried to stay in her room, JoJo gave out a heavy sigh before turning toward the door. But even before she could take more than one step in its direction, the door whipped open.

Mrs. Tarver came in, carrying several glasses with a big smile on her face as if she just finished laughing at a joke. On her heels came Whitney, who brought a bottle of wine. Her classmate's face brightened upon seeing the brunette standing near the door. JoJo noted the difference in Whitney's attitude in such a short time. Not too long ago, the blonde appeared ready to rip the head off someone who looked at her wrong.

"There's the girl of the hour! We're going to have so much fun."

JoJo's stomach felt even queasier when she heard Whitney's words. They seemed to imply that she would be central to whatever fun they had planned.

"Um, what's going on?" the brunette asked.

"Well, I heard how much of a success your new bikini was with the guys." Bridget nodded to Whitney as the source of that information while taking the bottle from the teenager. "So, we decided to it's time to move on to the next step."

"The next step?" JoJo gulped in trepidation.

Already, Whitney was opening the dresser drawers to check for the right content. She pulled out and held up a gold lace babydoll. "This is definitely not JoJo's drawer," the teen said with a laugh. "Very nice, Mrs. Tarver."

"Thanks. It's new. Obviously, I hoped Leo had come with," Bridget replied, handing over a glass of wine to JoJo. "And you can stop the Mrs. Tarver stuff and call me Bridget."

"Sure thing, Brid--oh, JoJo! These will not do at all," Whitney declared. Pulling out a pile of underwear, she tossed them onto the top of the dresser. Then one by one, she held them up for inspection. "Ah, I was right. You're just a little smaller in the bust than I am. That's perfect."

"What's going on? Why are you looking at my underwear?" JoJo questioned as her head swiveled between her best friend's mother and the school's most popular girl.

"Just like your swimsuit, we're going to work on upgrading your undergarment selection," Bridget responded as gently as she could. Trying to be tactful, she didn't want to tell the bashful girl that her current underwear was unflattering to the point of almost being a crime. "I think you're old enough to dress a little more...sensual."

"I'll say you are. I made this move like five years ago," Whitney declared as she pulled out a whole drawer from the dresser and carried it over to the bed. She then returned and repeated the process with a second drawer. The teenager contemplated pulling out the third drawer but shook her head no and left it.

"Jesus, Whitney. And these are just your old ones?" Bridget inquired in awe, looking at the two wooden drawers stuffed full with various bras and panties. Her eyes also moved back to the dresser and the third drawer that Whitney decided not to take.

"Uh, yeah. I get bored and...lonely whenever Dad is out of town on business. So I end up going shopping." For a rare moment, Whitney looked embarrassed at what she revealed. "But the good thing is that I have plenty here for JoJo to choose from."

"I'm not going to wear your old underwear," JoJo nearly shrieked in disgust at the thought of wearing someone's hand-me-downs.

"Look at all this," the teenage blonde answered, spreading her arms as she showcased the items. "You think I had enough time to wear all these. Most were worn only a few times, and there's a lot here that's never been worn." To emphasize her point, Whitney held up a bra with the sale tag still attached.

"I'm not some charity case," JoJo stated indignantly.

"I never said or thought you were. Honestly, you would be doing me a favor. I pretty much smuggled a ton of clothes out here last month when my dad was out of town. I needed to free up room in my closet at home, or he wouldn't let me buy anymore," Whitney revealed. "I have clothes in closets all over the cabin for now."

"Well, why don't you just return the ones that still have tags?"

"Whitney Diamond does not return her clothes to the store for credit." Her tone of voice and body language made that point quite clear. She then cupped her breasts for a moment. "And since the girls here have outgrown all these bras, I can't use them. Lacey, Rammy, and Cat are all too small to use them. But you, JoJo, you're the perfect size."

While the two teenagers talked, Bridget went about emptying the drawers' undergarments into piles based on their style. The older woman was quite impressed with the teen's tastes; they appeared to share similar feelings on how a woman should dress under her clothes.

"But I don't need these. I'm perfectly happy with what I wear now."

"JoJo, those are not acceptable at all." Whitney pointed over to the other dresser top with JoJo's collection of sports bras and granny-style bras. When the brunette continued to stare at her in confusion, Whitney marched over and picked up an off-white bra. "This is not at all attractive. Imagine what a guy would think if he saw this after pulling your top off?"

"But no guy is going to be seeing it on me at the cabin," JoJo insisted.

"Oh, JoJo, you never know when you might get all hot and steamy with a guy. You need to be prepared at all times," Whitney responded.

"Jo, dear, do you remember earlier today when you asked about what I was wearing?" Bridget asked, unbuttoning her blouse to re-reveal the silver lace bra. "You asked if Mr. Tarver was coming up because I wore this."

"Uh, yeah, you said something about wearing it for yourself," JoJo recalled hesitantly.

"Exactly!" Whitney jumped back into the conversation. "Underwear is the foundation of any outfit. You want to wear ones that are beautiful or sexy to feel beautiful or sexy. Even the hottest outfit you have will be undercut by plain, old boring stuff like this." She held back up JoJo's sports bra.

"I don't think my stuff is boring," JoJo argued. "I like to wear sports bras."

"I do, too, if the occasion calls for it. Like this one." Whitney gestured down to the sports bra she wore to match her yoga pants. "But this is the kind of sports bra you need to wear around casually; yours are the kind to wear when you play soccer."

"Honey, we're aren't trying to pick on you or anything. We want to help you." Bridget knew Whitney's aggressive approach might work in small doses, but putting JoJo on the defensive wouldn't help bring her around. "You know how I see you like family, and Whitney sees a lot of potential in you. We both want to help you be more confident and find that special guy you want."

"Totally, we aren't trying to push you into anything, but give maybe a nudge." Whitney backed down after a sharp look from Bridget. "I bet there's a certain boy or two at school you like. If you let us help, maybe you'll be able to ask them out or get them to ask you."

Overwhelmed by her day so far, JoJo didn't know what to do. She looked at her pile of underwear, to Whitney's hopeful face, to the collection of undergarments on the bed, and then to Bridget's encouraging face. She had to admit that Whitney's extra bras and panties looked beautiful, but were they right for her? Finally, not wanting to disappoint Mrs. Tarver, she sighed.

"I guess I could try on a couple of them."

"Excellent! I think we should--" Whitney exclaimed and started to point towards some of the sexier items first, but Bridget interrupted.

"I think it would be best to start with a simpler one and work our way up. Sound good?" the older blonde looked at the brunette but meant her words for the teenage blonde. Seeing nods from both girls, she reached down and handed JoJo two pairs of bras and panties with the same style in different colors. "Good. Now, why don't you take these inside the bathroom, see which one you like best, and then let us see."

Following the suggestions, JoJo went into the bathroom. Whitney turned to look at Bridget. "You know she could just change out here. It's not like we don't have boobs ourselves."

"Baby steps, Whitney, baby steps."

"I guess, but she needs to loosen up more. You should have seen her and Jared in the hot tub. I think something might be going on with them."

"JoJo and Jared? Hmm, that's interesting." Bridget pondered that possible coupling. Jared's clearly more experienced than JoJo, but maybe that would be an excellent first partner for her. He's an old friend who would treat her right. But that destroys my dream of her and Sean! They would be the perfect match. Dammit, I better find a way to keep that possibility open. "Do you think Jo likes him?"

"They had a sweet kiss under the mistletoe, and he seems to be trying to apologize for something he did earlier. Did you know he gave her flowers?"

"Yes, Jeff brought Gabby some flowers too. Was it bad, you think?"

"I'm not sure," Whitney stopped to think for a moment. "JoJo doesn't seem pissed at him, but she's making him work for his forgiveness."

"Which one do you think she'll pick to wear out?"

"I bet the white one," Whitney guessed. "It fits more with her other ones."

"I think she might surprise you," Bridget said before she raised her voice. "How's it going in there, Jo?"

The door opened in response. The nervous teen slowly emerged wearing a honey-colored bralette with matching boyshorts panties. The bralette offered enough of cleavage to hint at the treasures beneath it.

"Look at you!" Bridget exclaimed, nodding over at Whitney for outguessing her on JoJo's choice. "How do you like it?"

"It seems nice."

"You are totally keeping that one, JoJo. That touch of orange looks far better on you than they would have ever looked on me," Whitney acknowledged, looking the girl up and down. "Damn, girl, soccer's given you one hell of an ass too."

Blushing at the complaints, JoJo muttered, "Thanks." She grabbed her glass of wine and gulped down a large mouthful.

"Oh, and keep the white one too," Whitney added. "Hmm, now what should you try next?"

"Here, try out a couple in this style."

JoJo accepted them and went back into the bathroom.

"What did you give her?" Whitney inquired, pouring more wine into everyone's glasses.

"Some plunge bras."

"Good choice."

Bridget went back to sorting through the underwear, trying to decide what to choose next to ratchet up the sex appeal. She held up two different styles of bras.

"What do you think should come next: halter style or a demi bra?"

"Definitely, the demi one. It might a good way to get her into something even sexier like this." Whitney held up a black bra and panty set.

"Sheer? Oh, I don't think we'll get JoJo into one of those no matter how much wine we give her."

As the two of them went through Whitney's selection of old or never-used underwear, Bridget constantly complimented the teen on her choices. Beaming at the positive opinions of an older, more worldly woman, Whitney asked if she had helped Peyton pick out underwear like they were for JoJo.

"Peyton? Not very much. Sure, a little when she first started to grow, but I never had to have this level of intervention with her. She does have tamer tastes than I do, but I never had to push her. That's Lana's job."

Laughing, they never heard JoJo come out of the bathroom until she softly spoke. "How's this look?"

Turning their heads, both women hummed with approval. The brunette wore a baby blue plunge bra and matching hiphugger panties. The v-shaped neckline showed off a considerable amount of cleavage, far more than the teenager had ever shown.

"That's a winner, no doubt about that. You wear that under a nice dress or blouse with a button or two undone, and guys at school will be drooling all over you," Whitney gushed.

"But, I don't want guys only to notice my boobs."

"Don't worry about that, dear. You got an amazing butt and a gorgeous face," Bridget reassured the girl about her body image issues. "Now, what do you think of it?"

"I feel awkward, it seems a bit much, and I don't like showing so much...you know."

"Cleavage? Girl, you need to embrace that. Not to mention this is a perfect bra for when you wanna wear dresses, which you'll be wearing someday," Whitney explained.

"She's right. You'll need this type of bra to wear with lower-cut tops. The ones you usually wear wouldn't work," Bridget added. "Plus, I love that color on you. It's sweet and sexy. Just like you'll be someday."

"And when guys see you in it, they'll stand right on up where it counts. What? I'm serious," Whitney insisted as the shy brunette gasped at her comment. "Tell her I'm right, Mrs. Tarver."

"It's Bridget, remember. And Miss Diamond here is indeed right, Jo. Getting a boy's cock hard is the goal many times." JoJo looked aghast as hearing her best friend's mother use the C-word. "Don't look too shocked. You wouldn't have a best friend living next door if I didn't know my way around a cock or two, or many." She broke off into a laugh along with Whitney at JoJo's horrified face.

"Don't tell me you're just learning about the birds and bees," Whitney joked, giving JoJo a side hug. "Now, we're going to take it up a notch with the next selection."

"Another level? I think I'm fine stopping with this one."

"Don't you like what I'm wearing? I thought you complimented it this morning," Bridget stated, slipping her undone blouse off her shoulders to fully reveal her silver lace bra. "The next one is the same style as what I'm wearing. Same with the panties." She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. A pair of silver bikini panties came into view of the two teenage girls, and both noticed in surprise how much of the older woman's ass cheeks were left exposed.

"Damn, Mrs--Bridget, you look incredible. If I didn't know better, I would think you were closer to Skye's age with that figure," Whitney gushed in awe, taking in her curves and firm figure. Next to her, JoJo nodded quietly in agreement.

"Thanks, yoga and pilates are a must when you reach my age. Now, Jo, take these and see how you like them."

Still in awe at the figure of Sean's mom, JoJo nodded as if in a trance. Without any argument went into the bathroom.

"I love that color," the younger blonde remarked as she walked closer to the older blonde. The silver lace color with a slightly darker trim interested Whitney. "I might need to get one exactly like that. It looks great against your hair and skin, and we're similar. How does it feel?"

"Soft and smooth. Have a feel," Bridget suggested.

Whitney took her up on the offer. A finger poked against the fabric on the side of her breast, then brushed against it with the back of her finger. Looking up at Bridget, she nodded at the feel of the lace. The teen then surprised the mom by cupping the bra and her breast, giving it a firm squeeze.

"I like it. You've got good taste too, Bridget. Maybe next time I should drag you out shopping with me." Whitney grinned as the older woman laughed and agreed to consider the suggestion. "Um, you're also quite firm still for your age. I hope I can have a body like yours when I'm your age."

"Thanks, honey. When you're as busty as us, you got to make sure to support them as much as possible. Don't go without bras except for special occasions, or you're be regretting it in less than a decade." Whitney nodded at the advice. "Rachel's aunt told us that when we were in high school, and it's been well worth it."

The creak of the door alerted to JoJo's coming out of the bathroom. Only this time, just her head peeked out the door, her face blushing fiercely.

"I don't know, I-I just don't know."

Seeing the fear on her next-door neighbor's face, Bridget quickly moved closer to the door. "It's okay; it's just the two of us in here. I've got a similar version on, and you know Whitney's worn even less than that." Behind her, Whitney nodded with pride.

"Okay, but don't laugh."

Instead, both women stood there speechless as the shy brunette walked out from behind the door. The black demi bra worked to push up and out her already ample breasts, creating a look that appeared almost straight out of a teenage boy's dream. If anyone saw JoJo in this outfit, her borderline D-cups would steal the show. Taking their silence as a sign of how ridiculous she looked, the teen turned to flee back into the bathroom.

"No!" Bridget exclaimed, stopping her. "JoJo, you look amazing. Almost pure sex appeal in that."

"Dude, guys will be cumming in their pants if they see you in that," Whitney stated, feeling her own desire for her classmate coming out of nowhere.

"I look like a...slut," JoJo whispered.

"Oh, no, you don't. You look hot, and Whitney's right about the reaction guys will have when they see you like this."

"If you want, I can go grab a guy to test that theory out. Who should I grab? Jared? Or maybe Sean?" Whitney mused.

"No! Don't go get anyone. I'd die in embarrassment."

"More like die when they fuck you to ****," the cheer captain quipped.

"Now, maybe having Sean give his opinion would be fun, but we won't do that...for now," Bridget said with a wink at Whitney.

"Oh, gawd, can I take this off now? It's not like I would ever have something worth wearing this under."

"You don't need anything special on to wear that. I had mine on under a blouse and jeans today. Although, mine fit a little better," Bridget said with a grin. "Still, one like this that fits better would work great under your dress for the charity ball."

"Ooh, I didn't even think of that! Where's your dress? We need to pick out what underwear you can have on under it," Whitney asked, looking toward the closet.

"Uh, seriously? Fine. It's on the right side of the closet."

Even before JoJo finished, Whitney opened the closet door and pulled down the zipper on a garment bag. "Wow, I'm impressed--oh, wait, this must be Bridget's. Oh, it looks like I found yours." Whitney's last words sounded more deflated than excited.

Finishing unzipping the bag all the way, Whitney pulled out a formal dress suited for a teenager's junior high version of prom. Pink in color, it featured a beaded design on the front and on the spaghetti straps in rose gold; the lace-tied back positively surprised Whitney, but the pink, tulle ruffles of the skirt looked a little too girlish for her taste. It also struck a chord somewhere deep in the blonde's brain.

"I've seen this before. Did you wear it to homecoming?"

"No, last spring for prom," JoJo admitted. "My mom and I were going to go shopping for a new dress this week, but then I came up here at the last minute. It still fits, but barely."

"No friggin' way are you wearing your prom dress for New Year's Eve! I will not allow it," Whitney heatedly announced. "The charity ball will be the debut of the new and improved version of JoJo. You can't show up in a dress the old JoJo wore. Right?"

Seeing Whitney looking at her, Bridget hesitantly agreed. She didn't want to offend or upset JoJo. "Um, maybe we can go look for a dress at the mall in the next couple of days."

"Look for a dress at the mall? No way! You think I have a ton of underwear I've never worn? Well, imagine the shitload of dresses my dad has bought for me to wear to company events." Whitney appeared almost frantic as her brain swirled with ideas. "I'll be right back. Maybe have JoJo look at strapless bras."

Not waiting for an answer, Whitney rushed out of the room. Her mind preoccupied with possibilities between what dresses she hid in the cabin and those back in the manor, she hardly paid much attention when she looked down over the railing. She did note that Mr. Stratton danced Lacey around the room in some comical waltz and that Mrs. Stratton and Mrs. Lockett danced together. Good, that means no one is in the guest room the Strattons are staying in, as that closet has most of my dresses. As she hurried down to the other second-floor bedroom, Whitney did notice Ms. Goose grinding on Jared. Can that woman be anymore tacky?

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"Well, she certainly is excited about helping you," Bridget remarked.

"I think too much. Mrs. Tarver, I appreciate your help, but I don't think any of this is me. I'm not the kind of girl that dresses like this or that boys want to see dressed in stuff like this."

"Jo, don't ever think that. There's no need to put yourself down like that. How many times can I tell you that you're a beautiful young woman until you believe me?" Bridget sternly told the teen. "I think you would be surprised at how many boys at your school think the same thing but are too shy to approach you."

"I doubt that."

"Well, what about here at the cabin? Isn't there something going on with Jared?"

"Jared? No, I..uh, don't--it's not like that."

"Tell me what it's like then? I see a young man that's bought you flowers, and it sounds like he wanted your attention earlier in the hot tub."

"Jared just feels bad about upsetting me. He wanted to know about Sea--another person and I told him reluctantly. Once he realized how mad I was, he's tried to make it up to me," JoJo revealed.

"Hmm, let me guess. Jared wanted to know if Sean has a crush on Ramsey?"

The brown-haired teen fell forward into the dresser in shock as she stared back at Bridget via the mirror. "How--what do you mean?"

"It's okay, JoJo. I've known about his crush on Ramsey for a long time. Mothers can tell these things; besides, he's pretty obvious about it if you ask me," Bridget added with a tiny chuckle.

"Oh, gawd. Sean's going to be mortified that you know. Up until this trip, only Finn, Newt, and I knew. Now it seems like everyone knows."

"Everyone? Who else knows now besides Jared? Does Ramsey?"

"No, Ramsey doesn't, but it might be even worse as she thinks Sean tried to **** himself onto Lacey, and that's the reason she screamed this morning."

"Sean tried to **** himself onto Lacey? Why would she ever think that?" Bridget asked in bewilderment.

"Because that's what Austin guessed."

"Well, someone needs to set Ramsey straight! My son would never do that to any girl, especially to Lacey. She's like family to us," Bridget angrily declared.

"Don't get upset, Mrs. Tarver. It sounded like Lacey was going to talk to her about it, or at least that's what she told Sean. Oh, and Lacey's the other person that knows about Sean's crush now. I guess she figured it out last night and is really excited. She's working on a plan to get them together."

"Lacey's helping Sean now? Maybe he has an opportunity then. I just hope he doesn't let this drag on for the rest of the school year."

"He said this is his last chance. And it sounded like tomorrow when we go ice skating will be when Lacey's plan starts," JoJo related.

Hopefully, by the end of this trip, Sean will either finally be dating his crush, or he can move on from her. Maybe if it doesn't work out, he'll notice JoJo as a potential girlfriend.

"I hope it works out for him either way. Now, we don't want Whitney to wonder what we stood around doing while she was gone. So, take this strapless bra and change."

While JoJo changed, Bridget thought over her son's crush and her hopes for him and JoJo. I should probably be prepared in case they end up like Peyton and Finn, destined only to be best friends. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I just wanted him to find someone sweet and kind. Ramsey seems nice but a little aloof.

The door burst open. An out of breath Whitney dashed inside, eyes searching the room.

"She didn't leave, did she?"

"No, JoJo's in the bathroom changing again."

"Whew, I went as fast as I could, in case she lost her nerve and took off," Whitney explained as she caught her breath. "I grabbed four dresses. Two cute ones, a sneaky-sexy one, and a flat-out hot one."

"Good, so the sneaky-sexy dress is the one we're hoping for?" Bridget's question brought a nod from Whitney.

Wearing a cream strapless bra and panties, JoJo returned as the two women unzipped the two cute dresses as Whitney had called them. They were both the exact same A-line dress in different colors. They featured spaghetti straps, a V-neckline along with an open back, and a natural waistline. One dress was white, the other sky blue, and they were definitely not the type of dress Whitney would wear.

"Yeah, I know," Whitney remarked in response to Bridget's comment. "My dad was meeting with the owner of a company for a potential deal. It was a family-owned business dating back several generations. Real wholesome, family values types, you know the kind. My dad already had two strikes against him for being divorced and his rumored lifestyle. That meant he couldn't bring Shenai to dinner with him. So, Uncle Dalton decided to make it a family event, and I got stuck going. I had to play the good girl daughter."

"They are pretty dresses, just not you, I would say," Bridget remarked.

"I like them. Which one did you wear?" JoJo inquired.

"The white one. I like the sky blue color more, but I had to go with the white to really play an innocent girl. Didn't work too well," the buxom blonde said with a laugh. "Try that one on."

JoJo did, and all around, they agreed it was a pretty dress. It gave the brunette a princess look, one which she found both funny and appealing. Bridget and Whitney shared an unspoken conversation. They both agreed it was a far better look for JoJo than her old prom dress, but she could do better.

Although JoJo appeared set on wearing the sky blue dress, Bridget worked to convince the tipsy teen to try on a second dress. After some more wine, JoJo reluctantly agreed.

The second dress looked tamer as it came out of the garment bag. It was white with a pastel green and pink floral design all over it. An empire dress, it consisted of thin spaghetti straps and a high waistline, right under the bust. It gave off a conservative look with its long gown, but it accented JoJo's large breasts with its high waistline. Whitney hoped she would end up picking this one. It was another dress that she didn't really like on herself, but often she had to make sacrifices for the events her father took her to. Even more, for the rare times, she went to an event with her mother.

Looking pretty and busty in the dress, JoJo didn't seem to notice or care how her ample breasts were almost put out there on display. Maybe her senses had been dulled by the wine and the sexy underwear. To Whitney's surprise, it was the floral design that the brunette didn't like all that much.

"Outside of the colors and the flowers, how do you like the way the dress looks? Maybe in a different color, you might wear it? I have a couple of others. Blue and I think maybe black."

"It fits fine and seems to cover more than the last dress."

Bridget had kept quiet during this last dress tryout. She, too, felt surprised that JoJo passed on the floral design. Maybe she's got better taste than I imagined. Depending on the shade of blue, an empire dress could work quite well for JoJo. She figured the shy girl wouldn't be interested in wearing a black dress. Outside of showing off her bust, it hung loosely enough that the rest of her figure was obscured. That might allow her to feel more comfortable trying something new.

Whitney caught the older woman's eye as her fellow teenager took off her dress. Nodding back, Bridget realized this would be the shock dress designed to make JoJo accept a dress sexier than she would ever wear. The plan had worked out well a few hours earlier when it came to picking out a bikini.

Pretty much numb to now being told what to try on in her somewhat drunken state, JoJo barely even glanced at the dress and its design before putting it on. When she did, she heard a gasp from Mrs. Tarver before she could turn to the mirror and see how she looked.

There in the mirror was a stunning sight. One that JoJo almost couldn't believe was actually her; she even waved her hand in the mirror to double-check. Whitney let out a string of enthusiastic praise next to her, but the brunette didn't hear as she had tunnel vision as she took in every detail of her dress and body.

Before her was a woman--not a girl--, who looked sophisticated and sexy, who wore a yellow fit and flare gown. Made of a stretched charmeuse, it was sleeveless, held up by a high halter neck, and had an open back. The skirt gathered down into a sweeping train and featured a thigh-high slit. The dress flaunted every aspect of JoJo's body: her tits, her waist, her soccer-molded ass, and her firm, athletic legs. I look beautiful.

"My gawd, you look breathtaking," Bridget managed to utter, stunned was she by the teen's beauty.

"I look like Belle," JoJo whispered, thinking of the main character from Beauty and the Beast.

"I don't think Belle showed off her ass like this. You wear this dress, and you're going to slay it at the ball," Whitney noted, almost jealous as she never looked as good as JoJo the one time she wore the dress. "Fuck, you wear this, and I'm going to have to step up my game."

"Do you like it as much as we do?" Bridget nervously asked. If she wears this, then there's no way Sean can not notice her.

"I look like another person. I-I can't wear it."

Hopes dashed, Bridget and Whitney looked at each other in regret. The brunette might look fantastic in the gown, but it was too much, too fast for her.

"Why don't you think about it a little more, okay? I'll go look for that blue and maybe the black dress, and then we can compare them to these others," Whitney suggested. "It might take me a few minutes longer this time. I stashed a bunch of dresses here. So if it's not in the Strattons' room, it might be in a basement closet."

"Sounds good," Bridget answered for her and JoJo, as she poured them some more wine.

Opening the door, Whitney still couldn't believe how amazing JoJo looked in that yellow gown. She started to walk down the hall while glancing downstairs. If I can somehow convince her to wear that one, then that girl is ringing in the new year with her first dick. I'll make--what? "What the fuck does that bitch think she's doing?"