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Then
pick something sexier than this.” She pulls an outfit off of
the rack and holds it up for me. “How about this?”
    I take one quick
look at the black vinyl dress with a double keyhole front and roll my
eyes. “Does it look like I have enough boobs to fill that out?”
    “ How
about this, then?” She picks out a dress that's held together
with straps that go down the sides.
    “ My
rolls will show.” I can feel my frustration building. All of
these outfits are designed for perfect girls with skinny bodies and
big tits. I have way too much body and not enough boobs. “I
think I'm just going to take this.” I put the catsuit under my
arm and start fumbling through my purse for my wallet.
    “ You
most certainly will not.” Janice snatches the outfit away from
me and puts it back on the rack.
    “ Janice,
come on,” I whine. “I feel like we've been here forever.
I'm not going to find anything else I like.”
    She sighs. “Here.
You don't want to be too revealing, then get this.” Janice
shuffles through the outfits a moment longer before pulling out a
blouse and skirt combo that looks like something I'd wear to work—the
latex version. The only thing sexy about it is that it's skin tight,
the skirt is short, and the blouse zips all the way up in the front.
It's still way too easy access, but at least it covers all the right
places. I'll feel less self-conscious in it than I would in the other
outfits, though Janice is still going to outshine me for sure.
    “ I
don't think I want to go anymore.” I look down at the ground,
letting my negative thoughts get the better of me.
    “ Take
it. We're going.” Janice nudges me towards the register.
    I trudge along at a
snail's pace, hating the outfit, hating my body, and feeling like
agreeing to go to Fleshfest was one big mistake.

    ***

    It's Saturday night,
and Janice couldn't be more full of energy if she tried. She's
hopping around the apartment in her new outfit, looking every bit as
fabulous as I imagined she would. I'm stuck in the bathroom, fussing
over my hair and makeup. Nothing is going right. I have my hair
pulled up in a bun that's so tight it's stretching out my features.
My eyeliner and mascara look far too dark, and I couldn't possibly
feel less sexy than I do right now. Even though the outfit covers all
the right places, it hugs all the wrong places, and in the bathroom
lighting, my curves seem to be accentuated and not in a good way.
    “ I
don't want to go. I look horrible.” I lean on the bathroom
counter and rest my face in my hands, not even caring if I'm messing
up my makeup.
    Janice leaps into
the bathroom, moving with the flexibility and grace of a cat. Damn
her for looking so perfect. Now I definitely don't want to go. If
Lucian sees her standing next to me, I'll be forgotten in no time.
    “ Why
don't you just go without me.” My expression is earnest and
almost pleading.
    “ No.”
She shakes her head. “This was your idea. We're both going.
Weren't you supposed to meet whats his nuts there anyway?”
    “ Lucian.
Yeah.” My shoulders slump. This is my one chance to prove that
I want to be with him. I do want to be with him, but I don't think
it's worth looking like an idiot over. If this is what I have to go
through to be a part of his world, then maybe I don't want to be in
his world after all.
    Janice stands behind
me with her hands on my shoulders. “He's going to love you in
this.”
    I quirk my head to
the side so she can see the sarcasm etched in my features. “I
look more like a Domme than a submissive.”
    “ You
knew that's what the outfit was for when you bought it.”
There's no sympathy in her voice.
    She's right though.
Anyone with eyes can see that this isn't an outfit for a submissive.
    “ You'll
be Mistress Underwood tonight,” Janice teases me.
    “ That's
Domme to you.” I flick the fingers on her right hand to get her
to take it off of my shoulder.
    She drops both of
her hands to her sides and stands next