New School, New Life

Finally, I remembered the first girl I ever got out of her bra (one of the two...), and how she'd put it back on. I took it off, and fastened it backwards around my waist, then turned it and pulled the straps over my arms. Wow! I was pretty impressed, if I did say so myself. I looked... girly.

My hands shook as I tried to get the dress out of the bag, and shaken out. "How does it go on? No zippers, no buttons. Good." There was a label in the neck, so that's the back. I slipped it over my head, and wriggled my arms into the sleeves, then pulled the form-fitting fabric down over the bra, my waist, my hips, and snugged it down as far as it would go. "Christ! It's barely past my hips!"

But I looked up into the mirror, and my jaw dropped. "Fuck...yes! I like her!" I thought to myself. I was no broad -- I was almost flat-chested, but there was a little swelling beneath my bra, and my legs looked pretty hot in this oh-so-short dress. The sleeves were full-length, and the neckline was not intended to show off any cleavage. "Smooth, Daddy! Draw the eyes to my legs, and who'll notice my chest."

I couldn't stand it any more, I had to try on the sandals. I fumbled open the shoebox, and was thrilled to see that they weren't the flat sandals I'd really intended him to buy. Suede, with a three inch wedge. Three straps at the front, two around my ankle. They were beautiful! I fumbled with the straps as I put them on my feet.

I stood shakily and looked in the mirror again. Christ! I was showing my butt! I hastily pulled the hem of the dress back down. The dress clung to me everywhere, but with the sandals pushing me up onto my toes, my legs were the first, and possibly last, thing many people would notice.
I sat down to start my makeup, but I was so excited, I couldn't even hold a brush steady. I looked around, and found that thankfully, Daddy hadn't finished the bottle last night. I poured an inch of whiskey into a glass, and slugged it back.