Picking out a skirt

Looking through my closet, I realized I really didn't have that many skirts. Those I had were all a bit too long for what Brandon wanted me to do. I finally found a skirt I had worn with a Halloween costume a few years back. It was the shortest one I had by far. Taking a deep breath, I put it on and turned around in front of the mirror. It wasn't that bad. It covered my ass, barely, so as long as I didn't go around bending over I should be fine.

As for the panties. {if panties=true} No matter what Brandon said, I had to wear them. I wasn't so insane that I would go to a lecture completely exposed. As a compromise I picked out a pair of lace thongs. They looked sexy and were partially see through anyway. He would have to accept that. {else} With butterflies in my stomach, I realized I wasn't going to wear them. As long as I was careful no one would get a look anyways.{endif}

Picking out a white blouse, I unbuttoned the top buttons. Looking at myself in the mirror, I hoped this would be enough cleavage for Brandon. Taking in the whole ensemble I looked positively slutty. My blushed just at the idea of people I knew seeing me like this. I also felt a familiar warmth down below.

(Kink {if panties=true}+1{else}+2{endif}0%)