Beth Likes It
– Ch. 03
In which Beth discovers she likes dressing the part…
They were all whore’s clothes: miniskirts, garter belts, fishnet stockings, push-up brassieres and the rest, but they were excruciatingly tacky. They were combined with little girl’s clothes somehow, and each outfit was truly cringe-worthy. He made me try them on, one at a time, and parade around for him.
A teddy bear t-shirt way too small to stuff my breasts into, paired with a yellow stretch skirt that didn’t cover my big ass, worn with Mary Jane’s and socks with little hearts sewn into them, panties with the phrase “Daddy’s li’l girl” printed across my swollen pookie.
Ultra-tight lycra shorts that gave me ridiculous camel-toe and had the words “Spank-a-Holic” printed in fire-engine red across my behind.
A tube top with an iron-on print of hands groping my breasts. Another with the word “Slut” in bold letters across my titties. Another with little holes for my nipples to poke through.
There were schoolgirl uniforms, a “Dunce” cap, bunny ears and tail, a pair of plastic lips that I held in my mouth to make me look like a blow-up sex doll ready to be mouth-fucked.
There were hand-cuffs and shackles, a striped prisoners’ uniform, bikini tops and bottoms that were too skimpy and too tight to fit without creasing my breasts or digging way up into my crack, front and back.
Even the colors were ridiculous: hot pinks, nasty yellows, shiny blacks and ruby reds.
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