Getting What She Wants
I thanked the postman profusely and shut the door, clutching my parcel and grinning like a Cheshire cat. Finally – now I could have some fun! I rushed into the kitchen and grabbed the scissors out of the drawer and began tearing open the packaging, taking care not to damage the goods.
Once open, I carefully lifted the garments from their protective tissue paper, inspecting each one in turn. I then gathered them up and headed upstairs to try them on, almost tripping up in my haste.
Despite having the house to myself, I closed the door and relished the privacy. Now I was ready for my transformation. I stripped off all my clothes and left them in a pile at my feet. I rummaged in my lingerie drawer and shoe cupboard for extras to make my outfit perfect. I then set about dressing up, one item at a time and completely at my leisure.
First, I unzipped the dress and popped my arms through the sleeves. I was pretty sure I wouldn’t need a bra with this – it was designed to be snug. I just hoped it would have the effect I was looking for. Dragging the zip back up the middle of my body, my fingers had to tug a little harder as the material manoeuvred across my ample breasts. It wasn’t much of a struggle though – the navy material had plenty of give. I glanced down at my cleavage, and was very pleased with the view. The dress indeed had the desired effect – my already large boobs were pushed up and together, drawing the eye and practically begging to be touched.
I examined myself in the large mirrored doors on the wardrobe. I was looking the part already, and there was still so much more to do. I could barely wait for Carl to get home. He was going to have a fit. But of the good kind.
Next I grabbed the fishnet hold-ups I’d retrieved from the drawer, and set about rolling them up my silky smooth legs. I’d known the parcel was going to arrive today, so had had a bath and a bit of a pampering session. There wasn’t a stray hair on my body, I was shaved, waxed and plucked to perfection. I patted the hold-ups into place, and glanced at the mirror once more, twisting and turning to examine myself from various angles, and I liked what I was seeing. I continued dressing more quickly, desperate to see the finished article – what Carl would see when he came home from work.
Next, the tie. Well, what kind of schoolgirl would I be without a tie? Fortunately for me it was the Velcro kind. I’d never mastered putting on a proper tie. The end of the stripy tie nestled on my jutting tits, obscuring my cleavage but certainly not ruining the effect.
I grabbed my hairbrush and set about doing my hair. I brushed my long black hair with gusto, then parted it right down the middle and created two pigtails; perfect. Now for the make-up. Dark eye-shadow, lashing of mascara, and a slick of scarlet lipstick. I looked like the school slut. Excellent.