Sweet and 'innocent' outfit.

You were tempted by outfits that were sexier, cooler, or bolder, but in the end you want to show Cindi what you feel on the inside. You know 'innocent' is probably the furthest thing from what you are after your debaucherous debut, but with how transformative everything has been, inside you still feel almost virginal and new. Things are still so strange and scary, but there is one thing you are certain about: you have a wide open heart, and you want Cindi to see it.

"Sigh...Cindi is gonna eat you alive." Emma hands you a pair of white cotton panties with pink hearts on it. You struggle to pull them over your plump ass, and your cheeks bulge obscenely at the edges. You cover it with a cute white summer dress with a ruffled skirt that stops just short of your knees. It's breezy and light but it can't entirely hide the swell of your hips, the bulge of your butt, or the lie of your stuffed bra. Strappy sandals help complete the outfit, and a touch of makeup applied by an exasperated Emma and pulling your shoulder length hair into a ponytail gives the illusion of girl ready for her first date, doing her best to look like she woke up this way.

You blush as you see yourself in the mirror and see a stunner looking back at you. Behind her, you see your sister's face twisted like she ate something sour, but you suppose that's what happens when you eat bitter grapes. You are about to turn and ask what her problem is, but you hear the blare of Cindi's horn and rush down to meet her. You take the steps two at a time, flinging the door open to see your crush sitting in her cherry red corvette waiting impatiently for you looking like a dream come true.

"Well aren't you the cutest little thing. I could just eat you alive." Cindi licks her lips and you could swear she plans to feast on your flesh, not that you would exactly say 'no' if she asked nicely. You slip in beside her and blush as you take in her barely covered perfection in a sleeveless sheer black dress that shows off her DD Cup breasts that need no bra to defy gravity, her athletic abs, and her powerful thighs.

You bite your tongue to swallow a whimper and wait quietly like a good little gurl for permission to speak. After letting you simmer in your own juices for a solid ten minutes, Cindi laughs and lets you off the hook, "Heh. No need to be silent, Ella. At home you are my slave, but today you are my date. Consider it a trial run for a possible promotion. Would you like to be my arm candy when we get back to school?"

You blush and imagine yourself as one of her flock of pretty boys and sexy sluts she always has surrounding her. The prized spot is always the one hanging onto her arm as if it was solid gold, though you'd argue it's much more valuable. You feel a pang of guilt as you remember who you'll be replacing. "But...what about Emma? Isn't she your girlfriend?"

Your stomach leaps up to your throat as Cindi loses control in her fit of laughter. "HAAA HAAA HAAAAAAA HA HEEEE! Girlfriend?! That little bimbo brat? No, she's just a piece of candy that's lost it's flavor, and now I'm ready to spit it out. Lucky for you, eh? Besides, that loser slut is so annoying when she gets jealous. You're way too insecure for that, right? You're smart enough to be satisfied with what you can get, aren't you?"

You nod and offer your sweetest, stupidest smile, hoping she can't smell the burning of your gears grinding inside. Are you really competing with your twin just to be an accessory for this cold, condescending cunt? Are you really willing to be put down and pissed on and lap it up lovingly? Are you still nodding yes? Realizing you are pushing the line between agreeable and psychotic, you stop bobbing your head up and down and ask, "So where are we going on our date, Cindi?"

The car screeches to a halt and you almost hit the dashboard, but your commanding cheerleader catches you in her arms. You look up at her icy blue eyes and melt as she looks down at you and answers,