My breasts looked more full, my hips more voluptuous. I felt my slender stomach, tracing lines of definition through the fabric that I was certain hadn't been there before. Everything that the dress covered seemed to have improved.
I gave a delighted giggle before covering my lips with my fingers. What was going on here? Was it the dress that was changing me? I thought back to the way it had captured my attention, to the creepy old lady...
I decided that I was going to have to have to pay Creepy Grandma another visit. First, however, I needed to test out my new charms on the man I'd set my sights on at the mixer. I smiled and walked out of the bathroom with a confidence I hadn't felt before.
Striding up to him, I let my newfound confidence fuel my flirtatious side. Maybe it was my confidence, maybe my larger chest, but his roaming gaze along my body lit his eyes with hungry fire. His eyes darted sideways before they came to mine. He didn't know I noticed, but I did.
I gave him my sultriest eyes, my sexiest smile, and I could see its impact in his face, in his eyes. This felt good, a game that I now felt ready to play.
"Want to get out of here? I think that I've found what I'm looking for here," I said. Whoa! Had I just been that forward? Was the dress influencing my mind as well as my body?
He smiled and seemed to consider. It didn't take him long.
"Actually, yes. Coffee?" he said. I was pleased.
"As long as it comes with dessert..." I said with a wink. Oh. My. God. Where was this coming from? This so wasn't me!
"What did you have in mind? I could go for dessert..." his response was safe. He wasn't sure what I was saying, and he probably didn't want to offend.
We walked toward the coffee shop, and I'm not sure what came over me. I pulled his strong body toward mine and kissed him. Hard. Passionately.
I could feel him harden against my abdomen. I smiled into the kiss as I pushed him against the wall.
The muscles of his hard back and firm butt hit brick as my hands and lips roamed. He tasted like baked brie, sweet, savory.
Why was I doing this? I thought, suddenly alarmed.
Then, I stopped thinking and nipped his lower lip with my teeth.
Stop! I said, in conflict with myself.
Finally, I pulled back, leaving him gasping for breath. I had clearly overwhelmed him. I had clearly overwhelmed me!
Who was I becoming?!
Concerned by the thought, I grew suddenly demure. I smiled and mumbled an apology, then left, hustling away in the dark rainy night.
I definitely needed to see Creepy Grandma. Like NOW.
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