Revealing clothes

The boots... Well, the boots weren't that bad. Definitely not the style that Marinette was used to wearing, but the black platform boots that were almost knee high, did look good. As Marinette posed in front of a mirror (still standing a bit awkwardly as she was unused to platform shoes), she had to admit that she liked the way the boots looked on her. But as her gaze went up, her uncertainty and worries increased. The black frilly miniskirt with red polka dots was cute, but she was constantly worried that the dress would rise up and reveal the 'panties' that Adrien had chosen for her...

Even now, she tried to convince herself that the only reason she put them on was that it was (marginally) better than having no underwear at all. Though these barely counted as one. These were also only barely covering anything. She raised the hem of her skirt and swallowed nervously. The panties did have more cute frilly material over her hips, but they were crotchless with just two strings of black pearls over her vagina. Every movement of hers made her more aware of those strings and for the umpteenth time, she wondered why she put the panties on. (Definitely not because she wanted to show Adrien what a good girl she was, wearing this slutty outfit for him.)

Dropping the hem and letting her gaze wander higher, she was running out of excuses though. The black mesh top she wore was see through. She hoped it at least obscured her skin a bit, but she could feel herself blushing so hard that it felt like her face was on fire. Her hands went to reflexively cover her breasts, but touching them only made her more aware of how the mesh top felt against her skin and sensitive nipples.

One would think that a person would get over the fear of their teenage crush after said crush has come twice on them, but Marinette was still nervous. She still had to get home and unless she could convince Adrien to get her something more 'normal' she would be stuck wearing this slutty costume. That couldn't have been his plan, this had to be some kind of prank... To make things worse, she the clothes and how they felt on her were making her hornier by the minute. She moved closer to the mirror, leaning against it with one hand, as if offering her hand to the sexy (slutty) Marinette trapped on the other side of the looking glass. Maybe that Marinette was more confident and able to make sense of this crazy day. Her other hand wandered to the hem of her skirt again and slid under it. Those pearls felt sooo good an- "Don't stop on my account." Marinette let out a very ungraceful eep and spun around to see who had snuck up on her.