Being Marked | ✔️

Captive Under Oath

"How the fuck did you get my number?" I was nearly screaming in my car.

"Simple. Joanne." Ugh that fucking Joanne. She is fucking dead! "Wondering why I called?"

"To fuck?" How else can i simply put it?

"Oh how did you know? Youre smarter than I thought. But no thats the wrong answer". I was taken aback because he did mention we only meet for sex. "I need you to be my date for something."

Wait what? Date? "Why the fuck do you want to use me? Im sure you have other girls riding in your dick!" I think I shouldnt have said that.

"Haha thats pretty funny. Get dressed in an hour, I will pick you up from your house". He hung up. what the fuck? What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK? He just rules me like that? I have to get dressed? Are you serious? Plus, how does he know where I live? UGH THAT MOTHERFUCKING JOANNE!!! I punched my horn startling the birds around me and myself. I drove to m y house in a hasty speed and ran to my room. Checking my closet, I realized i dont have anything to wear. I know girls say that a lot when they have a closet full of clothes, but Im serious. I only have a couple of tees, shirts and sweaters. Im not a fan of dresses. What am I going to do? I should have stayed at Joanne's because she has a lot of girly clothing. Not even, I should have stayed there so Xander wouldnt catch me. Ugh Im so stupid. I knocked my head onto the wall, which gave me an idea. I ran to my mom's room and took our a suitcase that was under her bed. She has a bunch of dresses she cant wear anymore because she gained some weight.

Her dresses are a bit retro-y. Very old fashioned you can say. I picked out the most recent looking dress out of that pile. Its a red dress with no sleeves for my arms. I grabbed the dress and pushed everything else underneath her bed. Ugh, why mom? Why did you ever buy these kind of dresses? I wish I was a guy, I dont have to go through something like this.

I stood in front of my mirror with the dress on top of my current outfit.
Ooh you look sexy. Work it girl. Wear it and seduce Xander under your sexiness.
My inner demon is enjoying the situation I'm stressing under. Ugh whatever. If I cancel now...I'm having a feeling I'm going to get something something I have never asked for.

I took off my shirt and pants and stood in front of the mirror. As I stare at myself on the mirror, I feel very discombobulated. My head is small. My boobs are medium sized. But they are very round, just like putting bowling balls on a flat chest. My stomach is flat but my hips are wide. Then there are my legs, with that sexy thigh gap I'm proud of. Well there is my body, I'm not sure why but I'm just not satisfied with it.

I slipped into my mother's dress and jumped in order to get the top of the dress adjusted to my boobs. I think I will be the next Jessica Rabbit. Literally. My hair isn't all that brunette but my hair is brown. I replaced my glasses with contacts. Not a fan of contacts, but I have to make use of Joanne's birthday gift somehow. Next, I curled my hair and put them on my right shoulder, making me look even more sexier by keeping my left shoulder empty. Some nude eye shadow and black eye Linder does the magic. Finally, I jumped like an idiotic fan girl just to get the zipper on the back of my dress up. Finally. I glanced at myself on the mirror and curved my body, making my butt stick out. "Damn I look super sexy!" My hands quicker my breasts and adjusted the dress. Now I'm ready!

Right when I grabbed my mother's devious solid red shiny heels, I hear honks outside my house. Great. The devil is here.
Oh girl. You're excited. You prepared yourself from Joanne for this. Get him tiger!

I wonder when will be the day when my inner demon will disappear forever. I run out with a long black coat and a red clutch shaped as a shell. Xander pulled up in his Volvo. Due to the darkness, the tint on his glass is dimmer than usual. At least he won't be checking me out from afar.