I dressed in a matching purple bra and thong, remembering his comment that he had a preference for thongs. I think it felt like a permanent wedgie, but at least there wouldn’t be a panty line.
I painted my nails with mother of pearl, and a holo top coat, and took the time to do both my fingers and toes. Hadn’t redone my toes in months, so it was really time.
Checking my hair, applying a little make-up, I am not the best at this, but did manage some foundation, concealer to hide a zit, a little colour on the cheeks, and mascara.
I put on a blue sundress with small white dots, and checked myself in the mirror again. I think I looked good, and more adult than I felt, 18 years of age, and going on a real date for the first time. And not just any date, a Tinder date, and I was quite sure he was expecting for something to happen. I wondered again if I should tell him I was a virgin, but looking at myself in the mirror, standing only 1.50 tall, weighing in at 60 kg, I wanted to be more mature than I looked. At least I was still staying in shape, but my gymnast body was gone, I’d never weighed as much before, but my new butt was what had gotten his attention. Still small boobs though, maybe it was just not in my genes. At least my now long ash blonde hair, identified me as a girl, if not my butt, my face was still a bit boyish, with a wide nose. Wished I was better a make-up! I took one last look, put on my footies, and my clunky black Dr. martens boots, and left my dorm room.