After our shift, Jessica met me at my apartment. She was excited, as usual. I was mellow, even though my hear was racing. Jessica was right about one thing. I had only been drunk once, and I wasn't looking forward to it tonight.
We went upstairs to my room, and Jessica made herself busy by tearing clothes out of my closet, "No...no...no." she held up a short dress in front of me, and then chucked it onto the bed, "Nah." she searched the closet some more, and then smiled when as she pulled out a short jean skirt and a low cut shirt.
"No!" I said quickly.
Jessica immediately started pouting, "This is supposed to be fun."
She always knew how to make me feel guilty, "Fine." I groaned as I started putting them on.
When I turned to look in the mirror, I was shocked to see how different I already looked.
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