As you wake up in the morning, a light yawn escapes your luscious lips. Despite the hotel bed being rather springy, you were much too excited to stay up. You are a good girl, and know you have to go to bed on time on days before big events. No reason to lessen the fun of something just because you stayed up much too late. And this con promised to be the biggest day of your life. And while it certainly delivered on that promise, it wasn't for the reason that you quite thought it would be. That was because this is the day that you would finally be tripped up by the witch's curse that had held reins on life for so long now. It was on that day so long ago that you had decided you were a lesbian. The logic behind it was simple. As a result of your susceptibility to male seed, Dating or thinking of guys in a sexual sense would only lead to you being a knocked up slave. As time has gone on and girlfriends have come and gone, you have adapted to it, women being a perfectly functional route to relieving your sexual tension, and not likely to get you knocked up.
Rising out of bed, you look towards your suitcase, wondering how you will dress today. Of course the first thing you grab is your large black horned rim glasses from the nightstand. You need to see, and everyone agrees that the smart chick look just really seems to work for you. Next comes your underwear. Normally you are fairly modest with such clothing, but today just feels special to you. Feeling sexy couldn't hurt. So your fingers grab up a black lace bra and panties set and put them on your bed, feeling naughty for having done so. First you strap the bra onto you, making your fairly generous bust stand out even more. Then you easily slide the panties up your legs. Confidently you stroll up to the mirror examining how you look. Seeing a stunning body in the mirror, you give a brief happy twirl, happy to look good. Though your thighs are just a tiny bit to large for your tastes. You might have to work on them. Or at least that is how you rationalize your perfect body to yourself.
Next comes the outer clothing. This being a place for your fellow nerds and geeks, you grab out a black Shawn Of The Dead graphic tee. When you slide it on your head, it makes a tight fit, showing off your wonderful figure and full breasts. Next comes a nice baby blue skirt that comes all the way down yo your knees. Nothing too short, not wanting to show off the sexy underwear you put on. The thought makes you blush for a moment, before yawning. The last thing to put on is a pair of blue sneakers, before you turn towards the door. It's time to go meet your friends in the lobby. |