“The pleasure is all mine. I’m excited to be styling you today. You are absolutely beautiful. Your boyfriend here has good taste to bring you here.” Jessica winks at me.
“Oh, he’s not—” I say at the same time Asher says, “That I do.”Well, that’s something I’ll have to unpack later.
“Perfect, right this way. I need to take some measurements before giving you some pieces I think will work for you. Are there any colors that are an automatic no?”
“Um, I guess yellow and orange. I don’t think either of those colors flatter me.”
“Give her as much red as you can. She looks hot in red,” Asher chimes in.
“We shall see what we come up with. Right this way, you two. Asher dear, you can sit on the chair outside the dressing room while we measure. Then once I pick everything, Bri can show you all the pieces we’ve picked out.”
“H-He’s going to see me in these?” I gulp at thought.
“Why, of course, sweetie. The man’s seen you in less, so this should be a walk in the park.” Jessica pulls me into the dressing room and has me dress down to my bra and panties while she measures me every which way.
The moment she finishes scribbling down my measurements, she turns to me with a face-splitting grin. “Okay, great. I have everything I need. Before I go pull some pieces I know you’ll justdiefor, I do ask that the only undergarment that we require you to keep on is your underwear. Any questions?’
“Um, no. I-I think I’m good.”
“Great, I will be right back with a few sets.”
The door clicks softly shut behind her, leaving me and my insecurities locked in this medium sized room. As if my anxiety summoned him, a soft knock on the door sounds. The way my body melts and my worries vanish, I know it’s Asher before he opens his mouth.
“How are we doing in there?”
“Um, okay. I’m currently avoiding the giant mirror behind me, but I’m getting anxious about having to look at myself.”
“I’m so proud of you for doing this, baby. This is a huge step for you, and you are so goddamn beautiful when you push yourself. It’s a total turn on for me, if I’m being honest.”
“I could walk around in a garbage bag, and you’d probably still be sporting a hard on,” I joke. Asher brings the real Bri out to play, and I am so thankful for it. I miss her, and whenever she pops up, I cling to her for as long as I can.
“You’re not wrong. Oh, perfect timing, Jessica.”
I’m standing in nothing but my panties now the second Jessica enters my dressing room with two armfuls of items. She places them delicately on the hooks before giving me two thumbs up and leaving me alone.
The first piece is a rose petal pink lace and silk slip dress. The material is soft to the touch and glides on like butter. It feels amazing against my skin. I shake away any lingering anxiety before I open the door to show Asher.
“Damn. You look amazing. Turn around for me?” I do a slow turn, giving him a full three-sixty view. “How do you feel in it?”
“It feels like heaven on me.”
“It’ll look like heaven on the floor, too,” he practically growls, hooking his finger toward me. “Now, come here.” Asher stands while holding out one of his hands to me. The second my hand links with his, he walks me over to the mirror and I breathe through the anxiety. I was expecting to hate everything about it, but when I see myself in the full length mirror, I gasp in shock.
“I-Is that really me?” I can’t believe it. My hands cup my cheeks as I admire my reflection.
“It is, and you are breathtaking. This thing makes your thighs look incredible.” My hands fall to my stomach as I turn left and right before coming back to center.
“I-I don’t hate it. I…I look—”
“Stunning,” Asher finishes for me. He gives my bare shoulder a soft peck before pushing me back into the dressing room to try on the next item.
The next piece Jessica chose for me is a matching bra and panty set in black lace with a matching waist garter belt with stockings. It slips on with ease. I chance a look at the mirror—needing to have this moment to myself. I deserve to look in the mirror and love what I see.
When I turn around, I can’t help but blurt out, “Oh, fuck.” The woman staring back at me isn’t some disgusting, ugly woman. No. What I see is a powerful, sexy woman who’s gone through the wringer and is still a damn warrior. I finally see myself as beautiful.
“What? What happened? Is everything okay?” I can hear Asher walk over to the door. The second he opens it, his jaw is on the floor, and I watch him adjust himself before clearing his throat.
“Oh fuckis right. You look like a goddess. A fucking queen. And I want to get on my knees and worship you properly.”
