Kappa Theta Tau (Episode One) [FF][Mast][Dressup][First Person][Longform]

**Episode One**

The wooden dresser lets out a groan as I place my box of clothes on top. My breathing is slightly labored from carrying the box up the stairs, and I brush a drop of sweat from my hairline with the sleeve of my shirt. With a sigh, my eyes fall back onto the girl in the mirror. A new college freshman with a sad and worn expression. The dollar store makeup I’d gotten didn’t do much to accent my deep caramel skin, but it’s all I could afford. My straight black hair flows naturally down over my shoulders, ending halfway down my shoulder blade. The eyeliner does contrast my deep green eyes though, which are rare for Latino girls. My eyebrows are thick, but I keep them trimmed short so that they accent my eyes well. A subtle purple lip balm gives my plump lips a slight shine, but not making them stand out too much on my thin face. I’d always liked the shape of my face. Round with high cheeks, but my slightly thick nose and wide mouth fit it well. Thankfully, my skin has always been great and it is still smooth. My petite frame curved nicely where it needed to, thanks to my mom’s genetics. Not that you could tell it from my clothes, looking more like something for a boy than a girl. The over-sized long-sleeved shirt over my baggy jeans made me look like a boy in his father’s clothes. Unfortunately, it’s all my parents would buy for me. It didn’t help that I never grew higher than 5’ 5”. Thanks for that Dad.

The trail that had led me to this place started several years ago. Growing up in a small, rural town was difficult. My family held the very conservative Catholic beliefs from our homeland, and the local Christian influence meant that I didn’t get any respite in public either. I’d tried my best to follow those values, but I always knew that what I wanted didn’t fall in line with them. I always found myself being attracted to girls just as much as I was attracted to guys. I wasn’t supposed to look at the other girls in the shower, but I found their bodies enticing. My hands wanted to touch their soft skin, and my eyes lingered on their perky breasts. Every day was a test of my will. That’s not to say I didn’t find boys attractive. I had several boyfriends in high school and enjoyed the more intimate moments that we shared. After losing my virginity in junior year I thought that my fixation on other girls would disappear, but if nothing else it just grew stronger. I started to fanaticize about being intimate with girls too. The thought of their soft hands working my body got me more excited than the thought of being with a guy. It was a time of great confusion in my life. By my senior year, however, I’d finally come to terms with the fact that I was bi-sexual.

Convincing my family turned out to be an even more difficult time in my life. Being the conservative religious family that they were, the mere concept of being less than straight was inconceivable to them. My poor mother was lucky to not have a heart attack when I told her. I’m thankful I wasn’t born back home, where they might have put me in a nunnery. They tried their best to “set me straight”. Trips to a camp, lectures by the cardinal, counseling, family interventions with family from back home. They tried everything to bring me back in line with their concept of what a girl should be like. Eventually, they accepted that their little girl had been “corrupted” and proceeded to cut me off from any support that they legally could. When I turned 18 they kicked me out, forcing me to live with a friend for the remainder of high school. Luckily for me, I was a good student and managed to get a scholarship to a school in a neighboring state. Hopefully, somewhere that was a little more understanding. Unluckily for me, the out of state scholarships didn’t cover a dorm room. Without my families support, I wasn’t able to afford a place to live. So, I looked to the sororities on campus. I mean, what could be so bad about living in a house with just college-aged girls? The costs were something I could afford, but unfortunately, most were still conservative when it came to who they accepted. Most only accepted straight girls, except for one.

Focusing back to the present I looked over to the emblem on the open door. Kappa Theta Tau. From what I’d read it is the only sorority on campus openly accepting bi and lesbian girls. The result is that any girl who joined wore the assumed stigma of being different in this small college. For me, what choice did I have?

Turning back to the drawer I open the top drawer to find it full. Brightly colored panties and bras burst out the drawer, requiring me to shove them back down to get it to close. The other drawer is empty, so I begin pulling out some my underwear. Again, my parents refused to buy me anything that could be even remotely considered “sexy”. Luckily, at least I was saved the embarrassment of having ugly bras. My mother, who God has decided to bless with an ample bosom, is under the notion that bras are evil and women are better off without them. I suspect it is some hangover from her days growing up in the era when woman burned their bras. As a consequence, she forbid me and my sisters from owning or wearing bras. That was fine by me, except that God had decided to bless me with an ample bosom in the fashion of my mother.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath and composing myself. A smile creeps across my face, thinking of having a place where I am welcome. A place where I’d be accepted. Maybe I could call them my family? As I open my eyes I look around the room, taking in my new home. The room is pretty spacious compared to dorm rooms at the campus housing. There is enough room for the dresser, a writing desk, a full-size bunk bed pair, and an ottoman in the center of the room. Scattered around the room is décor from my roommate, Amelia. Stuffed animals, overly colorful pillows and sheets, a large script ‘A’ hanging over the bed, string lights strung across the bunk bed. The distinct impression they give off is that of your typical sorority girl. The high energy, overly girly kind that has always gotten on my nerves. Each pledge is roomed with a junior or senior member, and the chapter president had said Amelia would be very helpful in making me feel at home. The back of my brain wonders if I might have gotten in over my head. How do those things compare to my family, though?

Just as I am pondering these questions the door to the room opens, followed by a girl with brown and dirty blonde hair looking at me with grey eyes. For a moment we both freeze, both surprised to be meeting the other so suddenly. She looks down at the box of clothes and then back up to me.

“Are you Emily?” she asks, almost unsure.

“Yes. I guess I’m your new roommate.” I say, putting on a soft smile. I wipe my hands off on my jeans and hold out my hand to shake hers.

“It’s great to finally meet you!” she responds with a big, toothy smile.

Before I can even react she moves towards me to embrace me in a big hug. I squeak slightly at the force of her hug. Rarely did I have any type of physical human interaction, not to mention anything like this. After a few seconds, she lets me down and steps back.

“I’m Amelia, but please call me Amy. Welcome to Kappa Theta Tau!” she says smiling, holding out her arms in showman style and giving me a good look at her.

She is taller than me, probably just a couple of inches short of 6’. Her hair draping over her shoulders is naturally a chestnut brown, but the bottom half is a platinum blonde. Staring at me with piercing grey eyes which darken to black around the edges gave her a presence by itself. Her eyelashes were perfectly accented with mascara, and her eyebrows were trimmed neatly. My eyes move down her face to her next noticeable feature, the nose ring in her left nostril. It is subtle but gives her face more character and draws attention away from a nose most would consider slightly big. Her cheeks are rounded, with a crease on each side running from the side of her nose down to the corners of her lips. Those lips are painted with a pink lip gloss and frame a beautiful smile of pearl white teeth. At the bottom, her face thins down to a flat chin. I can honestly say she is one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen.

“Hi, Amel…. Amy. It’s nice to meet you. I’m just starting to get settled down.”

“I’m sure you have a lot to move in! What can I help you with?”

“Actually, this is all I have.” I say, looking back to my box of clothes. Amelia’s jaw drops open slightly as her eyes open wider.

“That!? That can’t be all you have. Where are your shoes, your pillows, and sheets, all that stuff?”

“This is all I have. My parents didn’t let me take anything else with me.”

Amelia’s face shifts to a look of concern and sadness.

“Oh I’m sorry.” she says, moving to give me another hug. This time I’m ready and wrap my arms to hug her back. “Luckily, we can help you with that. We have some left-over stuff that people leave behind. Here let me help you get your stuff put away.”

Amelia pulls the box over and starts pulling out clothes.

“No, please. You don’t have to. I can get it.” I respond, but Amelia continues.

“No, I want to help! Plus I want a peek at all your cute clothes.” She says with a smile and looks towards me. I shift uncomfortably, knowing she won’t find any. “We gotta put away underwear first.”

Shirts, sweaters, jeans all pile up as she makes her way to the bottom. As she pulls out a pair and looks at them while I blush with embarrassment. The only thing my mother would buy me were oversized briefs. Presumably to keep me from dressing ‘promiscuously’.

“Did you accidentally pack your brothers underwear?”

“No, my mom was just against anything that might be sinful. So, unfortunately, we spent a lot of time shopping in the boys’ section and at the thrift store.“

She looks back up at me with a look of pity. “You poor thing.” Putting the underwear aside she looks back into the box. “Where are your bras?”

“My mom wouldn’t buy any for me. She said bras caused back pain and would make my boobs sag. That wouldn’t be good for my future husband.” My mom might have been onto something. Her boobs had always stayed tight and perky, even though they were large. Hopefully, I inherited those genes too.

“Oh…. Well maybe I need to try that.”

As she speaks I notice her body for the first time. Her skin is a pale white but looks soft and blemish free. She wears a white sundress with pretty yellow flowers dotting it. The top fits tightly to her body, prominently showing her large breasts through the deep neckline. In their push-up bra, it looks like it would take both of my hands to hold one. It is obvious that she has a narrow waist, but below that, the dress spreads out over her hips and ends halfway down her thighs without giving much detail. It looked cool and breezy, much more comfortable than jeans. Despite her thin waist, her legs had noticeable tone and muscle to them. She must work out quite a bit.

Amelia looks back over the clothes piled on top of the dresser in a thoughtful look. She fingers through a few my shirts, before putting them aside.

“I can’t let you wear these. Girls should have cute clothes to wear, especially while they are in college.” she says looking back at me with soft, caring eyes.

“I wouldn’t even know where to begin getting new clothes. My mother always bought my clothes. I’ve never been shopping for myself. ”

“Well then you’ve got the right roommate! I can help you with that! I love doing styling for people, so it’ll be fun for both of us. Come on, we’re going shopping!” she says, taking my hand and pulling me from the room.

I nearly fall over as she yanks me. The excitement on her face is almost contagious as she hurries down the stairs and into the living room.

“I’m taking Emily out for some shopping, we’ll be back later!” she says into the house at no one in particular. Before opening the door, she puts on a pair of Ray-ban sunglasses and clutches her purse. The sun stings my unprotected eyes as we make our way outside. Amelia pulls her keys from her purse and presses the unlock button, causing a purple BMW convertible to flash its headlights.

“This is your car?” I say in a mild shock.

“Yep, graduation present from my dad for getting through high school. You like it?” she says as she throws her purse in the tiny back seat and hopes in.

“I love it. I wish I could have a car like this.” I slide into the passenger seat, admiring the leather interior as the sun shines into the open top.

“Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the wind through your hair!” she says with a big smile, revving the engine.

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After about a 30-minute drive through town Amelia pulls the car up into the parking lot of the local high-end open-air mall. While the college was pretty small, it was situated in an upscale town. Most of the time drive was spent with Amelia pointing out the local hotspots and where to get any article of clothing imaginable. Looking at the stores near the parking lot, none of them look familiar. The whole place looks far too fancy, and expensive, for my taste.

“Amy, I think we should go somewhere else. I won’t be able to buy anything at any of these stores.”

“Tonight you don’t have to worry about it, cause it’s on me!” Amelia replies, pulling into a parking spot and shutting down the car.

My first reaction is one of shock and confusion. “Wait, no. I can’t let you do that. How can you afford all this?”

“Easy, my parents pay my credit card. Daddy loves to give his little angel everything she wants. Now come on! We have cute clothes to buy.” she says, stepping out of the car and closing the door.

I watch her for a moment, unsure of if I could ask someone to do this. As she walks away I feel an urge to follow her. Something about her. Jogging my way down the alleyway lined with stores I gaze at the expensive clothes on manikins. The outfits were so beautiful. The colors, fabrics, jewelry, shoes. Everything is like something out of a commercial.

“Do you shop here all the time?” I ask Amelia after catching up with her.

“Of course, I like to look good.” She says, giving me a wink that brings red to my cheeks.

Amelia’s clothes did look magnificent. I’m sure next to her I look like a beggar, clinging on. For a moment I look around, waiting for security to lead me away.

“Come on, let’s start here first. Gotta get the basics covered first after all!” Amelia says, taking my hand and leading me towards an upscale version of *Victoria’s Secret*. Just looking at the underwear on the manikins in the window makes me blush.

Immediately after getting inside my senses are hit by a flurry of stimuli. The entire store smells of floral perfumes and lotions. Fast paced electronic music blasts from speakers around the store, giving the store an energetic atmosphere when combined with the bright pastel colors. Hangers of colorful, lacy lingerie line a rack at the entrance of the store. Amelia waves to the cashier as she pulls my hand deeper into the store. We finally stop at the back wall of the store. Looking up I see shelves and racks of underwear and bras, more than I’d ever seen in my life. Every color I could think of, in more styles than I knew existed. I am sure my mother would have a heart attack if she saw the skimpy underwear on the manikins. After a few moments, I come back to my senses, Amelia already excitedly going through the rakes.

“Isn’t this fun! I love getting clothes, it’s like my favorite thing. What size panties do you wear?” she says as she pulls out a pair of pink cheeky panties before putting them back.

“A small, but Amy you really don’t have to do this. These are all so expensive and I don’t need anything this fancy.” I protest again, looking at the price tag on a pair of panties. These are a far cry from the oversized panties that I was mocked for in high school. Part of me is conflicted with having anything this revealing, but part of me is excited to see what I looked like in clothes this nice.

“Nonsense, I love playing dress-up and it’s fun to do it for someone else. Besides, it’s not like I won’t get to enjoy seeing you in them.” She says with another playful wink. I can feel the redness returning to my face and I turn away to look at one of the racks.

I pull out a pair of normal cotton boyshort panties. “Amy, these would be fine. I know these are comfy.”

Amy takes one look at my selection before producing an annoyed look and putting them back on the rack. “Listen, Emily, just trust me on this, ok. You will feel much better about yourself in some nice clothes, and especially in some sexy undies.” A smile creases across her face as she pulls out a pair of light pink, lace cheeky panties. “Now these would be so cute on you. What do you think?” she asks, handing them to me.

I take the pair from her, feeling the lacy fabric and admiring the designs stitched into the panties. The pair are nicer than anything I’d felt before and holding them up to the mirror I imagine what I’d look like in them. How they would feel to wear. Suddenly I can feel my nipples stiffening under my shirt, feeling strangely aroused by the thought of looking like one of the manikins.

“They do look nice…. they are much better than what I have now. But are you sure…”

“Yes yes, I’m sure it’s ok.” Amelia interrupted. She happily takes the pair back and begins looking through more. “Now just go sit down and I’ll pick out some more for you.”

Reluctantly I go and take a seat in a chair, watching as Amelia works down the rack of underwear. After several minutes she comes over with an arm of hangers.

“Since you don’t need a bra it makes this much easier. Here, tell me what you think.” She says, laying out the underwear on the small table between the chairs. She ended up picking out almost a dozen pairs, in black, white, pinks, greens, and blues. There are silk cheekys, lace bikini cuts, cotton low cuts. All of them are gorgeous. As I finger through them Amelia watches intently, making me slightly anxious at the attention. Again, I imagine what each pair would look and feel like. At this moment I am glad that I wore such loose clothes as my nipples were betraying my interest in wearing this new kind of underwear. Under the pile is one last pair though, there is something that looked like it isn’t whole. Holding it up I can see why it is a silky white thong.

“Oh, that is my favorite! I think you’d look great in that.” Amelia beamed.

“I’ve never worn a thong before though, I don’t think I’d like them very much.”

Amelia frowns, her cheeks pouting slightly. The look of disappointment on her face is obvious if a bit exaggerated. I sigh softly, putting the pair back on the top of the pile.

“I’ll give them a try I guess. Are we done now? I’d like to go back home.” I say, realizing after I said it that I’d referred to the house as “home”. I don’t like the prospects of Amelia spending so much money on me and want this trip to end as soon as possible.

“Don’t you want to try them on?” she says, pointing towards the changing room. People who shop here must be pretty comfortable around people because the only thing covering each room is a curtain that didn’t even reach the floor.

“Not really, I trust your judgement. I’m sure they’ll look great.”

Amelia giggles and picks up the hangers and places them in a bag, “Fine, but you’ll have to show me what they look like when we get home. Which is going to have to wait. I’m feeling inspired. Come on, let’s go pick you out some outfits!”

Taking my hand again, Amelia pulls me up from my seat and leads me back to the front.

“Add these to my tab, Michelle!” she shouts to the lady at the counter, who gives her a thumbs up and a wave as the door shuts behind us. Ameilia must have been a very frequent customer.

Amelia practically drags me through the streets as we move from store to store, picking out different outfits. So many fashions I’d never have been able to wear before. Skinny jeans, shorts, skirts, crop tops, blouses, sundresses, rompers, heels, sandals, scarfs, sunglasses, purses. I doubt my parents had spent as much money on my clothes in my entire life as Amelia has in one afternoon. Every time I object she blows me off. I’m starting to feel like I’ll never be able to pay her back, but she always tells me not to worry about it. Is her dad really so rich he won’t notice all this?

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The sun went down long ago and the string lights shine across the alley by the time we reach the last store, giving the place a warm and inviting glow. Some of the shops are already closing, but our last stop is near and Amelia promises we’ll only be getting one thing. I’m very grateful for that fact because I don’t think we can carry even one more thing. She keeps insisting I need to get a dress for some type of formal that all the greek houses host. I’m not really sure what she has in mind, but I hadn’t worn a dress since kindergarten. The dresses in the window are a far cry from that one.

Amelia makes a bee-line for a rack of dresses and starts rummaging through them, leaving me to look at the manikins at the front of the store. The nearest one modeled a strapless, black cocktail dress with a side slit cutting almost to the hip that my mother would have affectionately referred to as a ‘slut suit’.

“Ok Emily, you’ll have to come to tell me what you think of a few of these.”

Leaving the manikin behind I make my way over as Amelia has a purple dress out, before putting it back.

“I’m not sure I’ll be much help. I didn’t even wear a dress to my prom.”

“You didn’t!” Amelia exclaims with a shocked look. “A prom dress is half the point of prom.”

“My mother thought that wearing a dress would lead to “sinning” after prom. So I had to wear a pants suit.”

“Well, we will make sure you have a beautiful dress for this formal. Plus, who knows, you might get lucky after this one.” she says as she smirks at me. She pulls out a green dress that went all the way down to the floor and is gorgeous but put it back immediately.

“What was wrong with that one?” I ask.

“This is a party, not a formal dance. You need something that’s going to show off your assets. Make the guys drool and the other girls jealous. That’s what this is all about.”

“I thought this was supposed to be like a ‘friendship’ party.”

“It is for all the other houses. They all hate us though. The only reason we are invited is that the school makes them invite us. So, we always do our best to show them up.”

“Well, I’ll just try not to embarrass us.” I say, helping her look through the dress rack.

“Emily you are going to do great! You are going to fit in so good here and make lots of friends.”

*What about a family?* I think to myself. Friends are great, but could I find people that would accept me no matter what? People that I would give anything for? Maybe I couldn’t expect that from a bunch of sorority girls, no matter how outcast.

As my hands move along the rack they come across something different. Reaching in I feel the lacy sleeve and immediately pull it out. Looking at it draws a smile to my lips immediately. It is a white, long sleeve dress. The sleeves and upper chest is covered with intricate lace flowers, and the bottom has a lace trim. It is exactly the type of dress I’d always wanted to wear.

Amelia looks up and gasps softly. “Oh my god that’s so cute! I love that lace. Do you want it?”

I nod, looking up at her with a happy smile. “I’m gonna go try it on.”

Amelia follows close behind as I half jog to the changing room. Closing the door behind me I hold the dress up in front of me and look in the mirror. The length is good, and the sleeves seem the right length. I put the dress aside and start to undress, down to my underwear. Carefully, I slide the dress on. The last thing I want to do is catch any of the beautiful lace. As I straighten out the fabric I take a breath and turn around to the mirror. Gazing at my body I can’t help but grin widely. The dress fit close to my body but isn’t too short and revealed just enough. Over my stomach, it holds flat, while not feeling constricting. The cups hold my breast up firmly without my nipples pressing through like they normally do in tight fabrics. My cleavage shows through the lace at the top of the dress just enough to still look classy. A big, toothy grin creeps across my face as I run my hands over my body. It seems to fit all my curves perfectly. I turn around to see the other side, but my smile slips away. The dress fits great except for my thick underwear, leaving an obvious line around my butt. My butt does look great though, clearly benefitting from my mom’s genes again. Maybe it isn’t all bad being her daughter.

“Well, how does it look?” Amelia calls from outside.

“Great, except that my underwear ruins it.”

“That’s what thongs are for silly! Here try this with it.” She says, throwing the white thong from before across the top of the dressing room door.

I grab the lacy underwear down and look at it in my hand. Something inside of me makes me want to throw it back, a little voice in the back of head telling me it would be wrong to wear it. The voice of my mother. After a moment I pull the tag and remove it from its hanger. Pulling up the dress I slide down the pair of thick, plain briefs that my mother considered a gift. Without a second thought, I discard them to the corner and take the thong in my hands. With them rubbing up against my inner thighs I can feel the difference. These feel much more delicate and lighter. As I pull them tight the string slides between my cheeks and for a moment it feels very foreign, what I would imagine a wedgie feels like, before the feeling passes. My hands slide the dress back down and I can barely feel my new underwear. The lightness and thinness make me nearly forget that I have anything on. Even the string does not bother me like I was worried it might. Looking back in the mirror I see no trace of anything underneath the dress. Seeing myself in such a classy and sophisticated dress makes me feel great, for the first time in a long time. Now I understand why Amelia has such an affinity for expensive clothes.

“Well, how does it look now?” I hear from outside.

I turn around, smiling as I open the door and step outside. “You tell me.” I say, posing with my hands on my hips.

Amelia’s mouth drops open slightly as she looks me over, obviously surprised to see how I look in something remotely feminine.

“Oh my goodness, you look so gorgeous! Wow!” she exclaims, moving to see me from another angle. “Wow, you are so beautiful. I would have never known you had such a nice body under those clothes you had.”

I giggle softly, admiring myself in a mirror next to the room. “I know, I feel like a real girl.” My hands move over myself instinctively. Now, more than ever, I can’t understand why my mother was trying to hide me from the world. I am a beautiful, smart, creative girl who should be proud of herself. Why did it take me so long to realize that?

“You have to wear that to the formal.” Amelia says, her eyes still moving over my figure.

“Oh, I plan too.” I say. Then I remember that I’m not the one actually buying this item, and I had no idea how much it cost. “Well, if that’s alright with you of course.”

“Of course! I wanted you to get something nice for the formal and we found it! I can’t wait to see the looks on the guys’ faces when you walk into the room with that on.”

I blush softly and give her a tight hug, which she returns in kind. How could someone be so generous as her? Well, it is her parent’s money I guess. She is a sweetheart though.

“I’m going to go pay, you get dressed again.” she says, making her way to the counter with the tag from the dress.

Back in the dressing room, I slide out of the dress and carefully place it back on the hanger. As I turn back to get my clothes I see myself without clothes in the mirror for the first time in a long time. My mother’s campaign to reduce my self-esteem was so persistent and effective that I couldn’t stand to look at myself in the mirror for fear that I’d see all the flaws that she pointed out. Now though, seeing myself in a new frame of mind, gave me the courage to look at myself for exactly who I am.

Even though I am short my body is still well proportioned, slim and lean without showing my ribs. I don’t do anything particular to keep this figure, except that I never have much of an appetite. Most girls would probably kill for this body, so why should I feel so ashamed of it? Seeing my arms makes me realize I could probably do with some strength training to get some muscle for definition. They are thin to the point of being bony. My legs are similarly lean, which leaves a nice gap between my thighs. One of my exes always talked about how he loved that gap. He also loved the definition in my collarbone, for some reason. Running my fingers across it does remind me how defined to looks on my chest.

My hand slides down to my breast, and it still feels slightly wrong as my eyes move down. Compared to other breasts I’d seen I think mine are very respectable, gorgeous even. They sit firm and perky on my chest, slightly larger than I could wrap my hand around. I have to test that again as I look in the mirror. My areolas are a dark brown, almost black, and about the size of a quarter. They seem small for the size of my breast, but I prefer that to them being bigger. In the cold air of the store, my nipples stand firm right now.

Moving further down, my fingertips brush over my stomach and belly button. When they reach the edge of my thong I trace the sides with my finger, leading between my legs. Five years ago, I would never dream of putting my fingers this close. Now I enjoy the line that the lacy thong cut between my legs and the white color really looks great against my dark skin. It’s obvious that I needed to do some trimming. None of my ex-boyfriends enjoyed giving oral and I’d never been with a woman, so I’d never had a need to do any landscaping. The granny panties I used to wear covered it up quite well, but it is obvious these new cute pairs of panties would suffer.

Then I move my finger back to the band and around the side as I turn my butt towards the mirror. Apparently, all the time I spent walking back and forth to school had paid off because my butt is tight and round, surprising me as I never really noticed before. No wonder that my old panties showed so much through the dress. The thong shows a small triangle of lace flowers before disappearing between my cheeks. I feel a little stirring between my legs as my hand caresses my butt. Am I getting turned on by seeing myself in this underwear? It does feel slightly erotic to be wearing something that had been forbidden for so long. The feel of the string is a constant reminder that I am wearing something so scandalous. I’m starting to like it. Turning back, I do a few poses in the mirror, truly admiring and appreciating my body for the first time. Part of me wanted to leave the store in just the thong; I want to show off!

“Are you almost dressed? I’m starting to get hungry so let’s get back to the house.” I hear from outside, breaking my zen moment of self-awakening.

“Yea, sorry. I’ll be out in a second.”

I move my hands to slide down the underwear when I stop and look at the panties crumpled in the floor next to my old clothes. Why should I choose to wear those clothes? I don’t like any of them. The only thing attaching me to those clothes are my old fears and insecurities.

*No, I’m not going back to that. That’s not me anymore.*

“Hey Amelia, throw me that romper that we got at the other store. I wanna wear it home.”

“Oh really! Ok, hang on.” After a few moments, she throws the romper across the top of the door. “You’re gonna look great in that.”

Taking the pastel pink romper suit I quickly slip into it, eager to see how I’d look in something cute. When I turn to the mirror I can’t help but smile again as I look at myself. The romper is a polyester blend that didn’t cling to my body but isn’t too loose. It had a plunging neckline down to my belly button, and my inner breasts are on full display in the cutout. I didn’t feel in danger of having a slip though. The bottoms feel airy, but between my legs, they fit more tightly. My hand moves down to trace the line running up along the pelvic bone. It feels nice as it rubs against me ever so gently. I turn around to see the rear and immediately see them riding up the bottom of my cheeks slightly. There isn’t any type of discomfort from it, but everyone can definitely see the tone of my butt. The bottom hung a few inches below the bottom of my cheeks with the sides climbing up my hips a bit. The back of the outfit has thick cross over straps and a small decorative knot at the base of the cute out. Part of me wants to squeal with joy at finally being able to wear such a cute outfit. Looking along my legs, I’m more thankful than ever that I’d started shaving my legs after I left my parents.

I take my old clothes and wade them up into a ball before throwing them into a trashcan placed inside the room. It felt good to be rid of those. It would feel even better to throw out the remainder at the house. After taking a deep breath I step out of the room with a happy smile, perhaps the first time I’d been clothes shopping where I was happy with what I’d gotten.

Amelia is already over at the counter paying for the dress, along with some poor valet she has conscripted to carry all of the clothes to the car. As I approach her she looks over and gives another wide-eyed expression.

“We knocked it out of the park today! You look great in that.”

I smile softly and give her a big, tight hug with teary eyes. “Amelia thank you so much for all this. I can’t express to you how much all this means to me. To have someone who is so generous and caring. I’m so thankful we are going to be roommates.” I step back and look at her with a big smile. “I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”

Amelia starts to get a bit choked up herself, as she holds my hands. “You don’t even worry about it. You deserve this. I’ll do whatever I can to help you.”

I smile back at her, feeling myself blush slightly.

A few moments later, “Ahem. Are you ready to proceed to your car, miss?” the valet interrupts.

“Oh yes, let’s go. I’m hungry!” Amelia says, again pulling me towards the door. This time we both wear a smile as we make our way through the plaza holding hands. I squeeze her hand slightly and feel a squeeze in return.

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