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Daisy 5:12 p.m.
Because collar size is the key to doing that?
Grumpy Bastard 5:33 p.m.
How the bloody hell should I know, I’m not a scamming expert.
Daisy 5:34 p.m.
Or a phone expert, judging by the picture of your finger you sent me.
Grumpy Bastard 7:04 p.m.
Well if you’d stopped texting me so fast maybe I could take a minute to get it right. How do you even press the little buttons so quick?
Daisy 7:04 p.m.
I use my scamming powers.
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She knew she was taking far too long to get into the clothes Daisy had brought. But in her defense, all of them were a terrifying nightmare. Starting with the underwear that was just as outrageous and complicated as Daisy had promised. She had to actually climb into it, like she was getting ready to parachute out of an airplane. It took twenty minutes just to work out where everything went.
And once it was all on, she could kind of see what Daisy had meant.
She glimpsed herself in her dressing table mirror, and almost lost it.
She had to put on one of the dresses, quick, before she started getting turned on by herself. But it didn’t help. Because now she was encased in a deep blue velvety thing that felt like fucking heaven and hiked her tits up to somewhere around her fuckingneck. She actually found herself double-checking that they were inside the material to the correct extent. As if she’d somehow left them dangling out.
But nope. They were where they were supposed to be.
You couldn’t see nipple.
There was just so,somuch pushed-up boob.
It was honestly kind of obscene. And to the point where she didn’t know what to say.
Alfie had to knock on her bedroom door after she spent too long sitting on her bed, forlorn. “Mabel, what is going on in there? You’ve been an hour now. I’ve had to rearrange dinner twice.I’m not even sure if this last slot I’ve got is when the restaurant is actually open. I think they might just be doing it because I’m me,” he called through the wood. So now she had to explain.
Even though explaining was impossible.
“I know, and I’m sorry. But things aren’t exactly what I expected.”
He paused, then: “So none of it fits right, then? She got it wrong?”
“No, she didn’t get it wrong. I’m in a dress.”
“If you’re in one, I don’t see the problem.”
“That’s because you aren’t looking at it,” she sighed.
“Come out then, so I can.”
“I don’t want to. And you can’t make me.”
“No, I can’t. But I can tell you that nothing on you could horrify me.”
He was lying, though; she knew he was. He sounded horrified already.
