Put it on

I decide to put the outfit on, despite serious concerns about what all of my former classmates would think. He stared at me as I undressed and replaced the outfit with the red short dress and heels. These heels bring my height to 5'8" and the top presses strongly against my breasts. The top does not allow for a bra, but I should be fine as it's not cold outside so I can't foresee my nipples pressing through.

It's now 7PM and we pull up to the hall hosting our reunion. As I step out of the car, a nervous pit formed in my stomach. My caring and observant husband noticed, took out a flask and said "here, we both could use a shot or two for this". Normally I would stop him, as a couple shots will likely place him in the bathroom all night, but I needed it so accepted the drinks. His 2 shots turned into 4 shots and immediately upon entering the reunion, he excuses himself to the bathroom.

Alone and nervous, I hide in the corner of the room and act like I am texting. As I look around, I notice John Carlin, the most popular guy in school a decade ago, talking to 2 other guys while pointing and laughing at me. I can't believe they would still act that immature a decade later.