Tight jeans with a cropped shirt and sneakers.
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| - | You're feeling quite daring today and | + | You're feeling quite daring today but you don't want to show it. You bounce over to your desk and dig around in your drawer for a moment before pulling it out; your g-string. You've been hiding it from your mom for weeks now, worried about what she might say if she found out that you owned one. She would probably take it away from you, and that would be terrible. |
| - | You head | + | You have slipped into your g-string every other day since you first got it, but you've never worn it outside of your room. You love how the skimpy fabric feels, sliding up in between your soft bum, disappearing between your cheeks. You love how it sits firmly against your crotch and shows off your hips. But you're also extremely self conscious when you're wearing it. It makes you nervous and jittery. Sometimes it feels like you aren't even wearing underwear |
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| + | But today is the day. You're doing it. And no one can stop you. | ||
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| + | You slip your g-string on, prancing your way back to your bed almost giddy. Then you work your way into your favorite pair of jeans. They're the oldest (and tightest) pair you own, but they're the only pair that you think your butt looks pretty in. You throw your DIY cropped t-shirt over your head almost as an after thought. Mom helped you make it, so you doubt that she'll disapprove of you wearing it. Besides, it's apparently fashionable and just flowy enough to hide the fact that you don't have boobs. | ||
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| + | You walk down stairs headed towards the kitchen. Your phone vibrates in your pocket. It's your best friend Tiffany and she's at the mall wondering if you want to hang out. For now you put the phone back in your pocket. You can't do anything on an empty stomach. Your step-dad, Joe, is sat down at the table with your mother Sandra, eating breakfast together. | ||
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| + | "Morning mom, morning dad," you say cheerfully as you walk past them towards the fridge, planting a kiss on both of their cheeks. "Morning sweetie," say your parents, one after the other. You decide on a bowl of cereal, your parents chatting with you the entire time about your plans for the day. You're very noncommittal with them, but you try to be as nice as possible. You just wish they would let you be more spontaneous sometimes. | ||
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| + | After breakfast you gather your things and shout from the front door, "I'll be back soon, bye mom, bye dad." They call out after you telling you to have fun. Shutting the door behind you, you decide to.. | ||
[[Meet Tiffany at the mall.]] | [[Meet Tiffany at the mall.]] | ||
Current revision as of 18:15, 17 June 2015
You're feeling quite daring today but you don't want to show it. You bounce over to your desk and dig around in your drawer for a moment before pulling it out; your g-string. You've been hiding it from your mom for weeks now, worried about what she might say if she found out that you owned one. She would probably take it away from you, and that would be terrible.
You have slipped into your g-string every other day since you first got it, but you've never worn it outside of your room. You love how the skimpy fabric feels, sliding up in between your soft bum, disappearing between your cheeks. You love how it sits firmly against your crotch and shows off your hips. But you're also extremely self conscious when you're wearing it. It makes you nervous and jittery. Sometimes it feels like you aren't even wearing underwear
But today is the day. You're doing it. And no one can stop you.
You slip your g-string on, prancing your way back to your bed almost giddy. Then you work your way into your favorite pair of jeans. They're the oldest (and tightest) pair you own, but they're the only pair that you think your butt looks pretty in. You throw your DIY cropped t-shirt over your head almost as an after thought. Mom helped you make it, so you doubt that she'll disapprove of you wearing it. Besides, it's apparently fashionable and just flowy enough to hide the fact that you don't have boobs.
You walk down stairs headed towards the kitchen. Your phone vibrates in your pocket. It's your best friend Tiffany and she's at the mall wondering if you want to hang out. For now you put the phone back in your pocket. You can't do anything on an empty stomach. Your step-dad, Joe, is sat down at the table with your mother Sandra, eating breakfast together.
"Morning mom, morning dad," you say cheerfully as you walk past them towards the fridge, planting a kiss on both of their cheeks. "Morning sweetie," say your parents, one after the other. You decide on a bowl of cereal, your parents chatting with you the entire time about your plans for the day. You're very noncommittal with them, but you try to be as nice as possible. You just wish they would let you be more spontaneous sometimes.
After breakfast you gather your things and shout from the front door, "I'll be back soon, bye mom, bye dad." They call out after you telling you to have fun. Shutting the door behind you, you decide to..
