Saturday evening

I had a great nap, and felt ready to take on the world when I woke up. It was just past 7 PM, just early enough to get ready and meet with Casey and her friends to pregame. I showered again and was happy to only feel the slightest twinge of soreness; I'd have hated if I was too ache-y to dance tonight.

I needed to plan what I was going to wear now. My best friend Casey wasn't too close to my boyfriend, and she was the poster child for being wild and free, with seemingly an endless supply of boyfriends, exes, friends with benefits, whatever. She was a little shorter than me, with a slightly more slender build from her gym time. She would almost without a doubt wear something sheer or lacy, definitely short and almost certainly commando. If I had dresses like that (and her body and confidence) I would be tempted to do the same, but I only had more conservative dresses in my closet. I could go in a skirt or something other than a dress, which might even be skimpier. I even briefly considered cutting up one of my dresses to expose more skin; I got an A in home-ec and had enough time that I could probably get some more exposure on something in my closet.