I let my girlfriend dress me and she did not like it [FF]

*I wouldn’t have this fight today. I was immature and childish. Dress however you want.*

I can’t remember a time when M willingly wore an “appropriate” amount of clothes. There could be snow on the ground and she’d be in knee high boots and a crop top.

As an adult looking back, I respect the subversion of expectations. As her girlfriend, it bugged the fuck out of me. Call me a bad feminist, but I was insecure and didn’t like that she was constantly getting attention.

I fucked up one night.

A guy grabbed her and I had to physically drag her outside to stop her from punching him… Again. Instead of being a supportive girlfriend and friend, I shrugged and mumbled that he was probably “confused.”

She scoffed, got in my face, and looked me up and down. “Say it, Viola. Say the phrase on the tip of your damn tongue.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Say I’m asking for it.”

I didn’t respond. She mumbled something about how I was worse than that asshole and didn’t text me for a few days.

I showed up at her house and instead of talking about our fight like adults, she bent me over her couch and edged me three times with her vibrator before letting me come.

*Healthy behavior.*

I finally apologized when we were lying in bed and she ignored me. “I don’t care, Viola. I’ve learned to have very low expectations for you.”

*M was kind of a cunt.*

This led to a very deep conversation where I begged her to explain why she was so compulsively sexual. People just hit on her constantly and she told me nothing she wore changed that. When she came out when she was 16, she very, VERY often got comments that she just hadn’t encountered the “right” penis to turn her straight. Many men graciously offered to try.

So she dressed how she dressed. If she was going to be sexualized anyway, she was going to embrace it.

Anyway, this is a very long-winded way to say we agreed to switch outfits to prove her point. She put on my babydoll dress and I put on fishnets, tiny black shorts, leather boots, and a crop top that laced in the front. I even let her take my ponytail out and put on eyeliner. Meanwhile, I put a bow in her hair and made her wear my pearls.

This wasn’t the healthiest way of dealing with a pretty serious subject, but we were rolling laughing by the end.

“I feel naked,” I smiled as I tried to pull my shorts down.

“Ok but I look like a demented sorority girl.”

*There’s a photo of us laughing in these outfits and it’s my favorite of us ever taken.*

So… As it turns out, M was correct. We went to a party and I swear even more men hit on her. She didn’t look like herself, but she did look really beautiful. It just attracted a different kind of attention.

You know who else was right though? Me.

Bro, two people tried to kiss me on the lips within twenty minutes of my arrival. Everyone who knew me was VERY confused and everyone who didn’t was staring without restraint. My best guy friend was like, “So… Have you gone completely insane or did you raid a whore’s closet at an estate sale?”

“I raided a whore’s closet.”

M heard me and actually smiled at this, but that was the last of the evening she was cool with. She always naturally had a jealous streak and was a tad possessive, and the amount of attention I was getting was making her visibly upset. However, she was also a petty bitch who wouldn’t admit to this jealousy.

After fending off another suitor, I turned to her and saw her watching with her eyes narrowed. She was quite literally turning red and kept rolling her eyes every time someone checked me out.

Finally, one dude had a hard time accepting rejection. He wouldn’t leave the couch I was sitting on and kept turning the conversation sexual. Meanwhile, M was sitting across from us and staring daggers.

“She has a boyfriend,” M finally spat.

“I don’t see him here,” the guy said.

“The person she’s with us a total psycho and probably someone you don’t want to mess with.”

“Is that true?” He asked me.

I nodded but this information didn’t seem to dissuade him.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” M randomly announced. “Come with me, Viola.”

“Why?”

*I was fucking with her.*

“Just come with me!”

I finally did. She pulled me into a room upstairs and pressed me against the wall as she kissed me.

“Are you jealous right now?” I laughed as I tore my mouth away. “Because I thought I was being childish.”

“Fuck off.” She pushed me deeper into the wall and pulled me hair. She started unbuttoning my shorts and reached a hand down my pants. “I want you,” she whispered.

“You and everyone else at this party.”

She got mad then. I loved it when she got mad. She pulled my hair again and threw me on the very small bed in the corner. She climbed on top of me and pushed my head into the mattress.

“You want this,” she mumbled. “Say you do.”

“I want it,” I mumbled as she pushed my face deeper.

“You want it so bad.”

“Yes M! I want you and I want this so bad.”

She reached a hand between my legs and my breathing hitched. “I should just leave you like this. I should leave you unsatisfied.”

“I’ve thought about this all night,” I moaned. “Please don’t do that.”

She kissed me then. We started dry humping and I moaned every time her hips ground against me.

“Hey V,” she whispered as she pulled away slightly. “This is the stupidest dress that’s ever been on my body. Who the fuck wears pearls with a dress with pearls sewed onto it and pairs it with a headband with a bow?”

I laughed. “It sounds like you want to take it off.”

She tore it off and threw it on the floor… She wasn’t wearing a bra and took her underwear off quickly.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “Can I touch you?”

She pressed her body to mine, but put a finger to my mouth and shook her head. “No. I think I’m going to remind you who you want. Can you stay quiet?”

“Probably not.”

So she put her underwear in my mouth. She pushed my shorts down to my ankles tore the fishnets I was wearing in half. When she moved my thong to the side and stuck her fingers in me I had to stifle a moan.

“You want me so bad,” she whispered.

I gave a pathetic whimper and nodded. Fuck yes, I wanted her. I was fucking obsessed with her. Her fingers were like heroine and she could destroy me with a flick of her tongue.

I wanted to touch her so fucking bad too, but I wasn’t going to do anything to risk her stopping. But damn, her body was hot.

Dating a woman as a woman is odd. On one hand, M was objectively hotter than me and it’s hard not to compare bodies. On the other hand, the hottest girl I had ever seen had three fingers inside of me and was whispering how nothing made her wet like my face when I was unraveling.

*Plus… have you ever seen the way naked breasts bounce when someone is going to town? Fuck, the sight alone could get me off.*

“You want to come?” She asked as she started fingering me faster and harder.

I nodded.

“Remember who makes you feel this way. You’re mine.”

*M had mastered the sweet balance dirty talk that insinuates ownership.*

I nodded again, but then my entire body started convulsing as I came. I whimpered through it as she didn’t let up while I rode it out.

She fell beside me when I was done and I begged her to let me touch her. “Nope. You’re going to put on your stupid dress, I’m going to wear these shorts. Then you’re going to beg me for it all the way home. I’m going to sit on your face while you wear that stupid pearl dress.”

I agreed.

I ran into my guy friend on the way out. He blinked as he saw what I was wearing.

“We traded outfits,” I said, dumbstruck by his stare.

“Yeah. Your lipstick is messed up.”

So yeah, for someone who wasn’t out, I wasn’t exactly subtle.

I never brought up the way she dressed again, and she stopped making fun of my pearls.

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