Something to wear

Well… you feel very grown-up at age 19, but you still can’t legally buy ****. Would they card you in Gurlberg? You don’t think so, but you better play it safe. You’ve always been the type to order underwear online, but there’s no time for that here. You have to go to Gurlberg’s one small clothing store for women. It’s not a Victoria’s Secret by any means, but they have cute stuff and some lingerie.

You head over there, not finding it very crowded.

Because you are a genius, or maybe just very embarrassed, you don’t go straight after the underwear section. You browse around… for some reason it will be less weird if you are buying sleepwear and other things instead of coming in here and making a beeline for the sexy stuff.

You stop, your eyes lighting up and your soul filled with delight as you see a throwback, crewneck sweatshirt with the Jason Vorhees mask on it and two machetes crossed behind it. It’s perfect! And you can wear that with just panties or something when you’re around the others? You know it’ll be cold in that hotel room. Cute and comfy. You reach out for it but stop.

That might not be very sensitive or appropriate. People don’t… talk about what happened. At the hotel would be one thing, but you couldn’t wear this at the house. That would be so inappropriate. You better not.

You move on, finding some nice leggings on sale and a cute, kind of thin robe that might be nice to have. You have a bathrobe, but it’s a fuzzy, black, Harry Potter one with the Ravenclaw symbol on it, of course. That’s not sexy at all, but this one is more like it. You picture yourself after a shower all damp in this robe, and Athena looking at you and licking her lips.

Not that Athena would ever do that. She’s too classy. You are not.

Laughing quietly to yourself, you finally get to the good stuff. This section is not extensive, but it has at least something of every type. It’s a bit overwhelming. You have bought very sexy underwear exactly once before. You ordered online and it didn’t fit that well, so you never used it. In the absence of a steady girlfriend or the bounty of opportunities afforded by CCL, you never needed to own these things.

That’s different now. You live in CCL House, and if these photobooks sell well, you have a feeling you will be initiated in quickly. It hurts your heart that you missed the days of wild, sexy initiations. These days the initiations are boring and they happen outside, where everyone can see. It’s like a swearing-in ceremony. You sigh, then shake your fist in the air. Psychopaths! This is why we can’t have nice things!

You get back to shopping, overwhelmed by the variety. You decide to start by ruling out things that you can’t wear. Skimpy thongs? Not your style. Trendy, super bold bodysuit? Very sexy, but not very you, and you would look ridiculous in it. Full ensemble with garters and stuff? It’s a hotel beside a convention center, not a high-class casino. Crazy dom stuff? No. You will bring a rope or two though. Just in case.

The way you see it, you have two options. You’re slim, but not rail-thin. You have enough curves to make lingerie work without overthinking it. White is your best color because your smooth, dark skin contrasts it so well.

You can go with something more sporty or basic, girl next door style… it will look good on you. Some hipster panties or bikini-cut briefs and a nice, matching bra or even just a tight tee… you would look cute. You already have lots of underwear in these cuts, but they’re striped or have the Avengers on them. You need something clean and solid. Classy, you know? Nothing to distract from your body.

Or you could do something fancier. Something with a little lace or a little bow on it. Some detail. Maybe something that shows a little cheek. Just a little.

Fancy underwear might look a little silly, depending on what this hotel room looks like or what the sleeping arrangements are.

And simpler underwear will look more natural, but it might go unnoticed.

Hmm. This is harder than math.

Wearing a face of intense concentration, you stroke your chin with your finger.

Simple undies for the hotel?

Or fancy ones?