I backed around from the door and let her in. “You’re here to convince me to go to some crazy holiday party, probably at Vixen, if I had to guess.”
She narrowed her gaze on me. “Ok. Well, maybe you do then. But come on.” She pleaded, dropping the box to the ground.
“Lizzy. I can’t.”
“You can. You’re just choosing not to. It’s been two months since you have gone out. You can’t hide away forever.”
“I’m not hid-”
The buzz of the vibrator reverberated against the floor, pulling our attention.
She looked over and found him laying by the couch. “Well, I’m glad you're using the one I bought you.” She smirked.
I rolled my eyes.
“Let’s go! This is an intervention. They probably don’t even remember you.”
“Lizzy!” I snapped.
“You’re right. That was mean and I’m sorry. They definitely remember you, because who wouldn’t? You’re a bad bitch who is gorgeous and stupid. I can’t believe you walked away from them.”
“Lizzy!” I snapped again.
She held her hands up. “I know, I know. I suck right now. I’m in unfamiliar territory. At least with dickface, he was a douche, so it was easy. It made sense. But these guys…”
“You aren’t helping your case at all.”
She puckered out her bottom lip. “Ok. Look. For real. I’m worried about you. You need to get back out there. How do you plan on meeting someone if you never put yourself out there?”
“I don’t.”
She huffed.
“Vixen is having a bunnies and bowties party tonight. I’m going and really want you to come with me, but I won’t force you.” She dropped to her knees and opened the large box. “I got you an outfit in case you said yes. I thought we could be twinsies.”
I looked at the outfit and back to her and could feel myself changing my mind. I wanted to go. I wanted to see them, but I was scared. What would it be like? Would they ignore me? Would they not? Would it be awkward? I mean, it was their rules, after all. I was just following along, even though they seemed to be up for changing them.But you didn’t give them the chance. Bertha reminded, now wearing bunny ears, looking at me.
Lizzy could sense my mind changing and started getting all jittery. She held up the white satin corset, bunny ears and little cotton tail.
“Fine.”
She stood up and wrapped her arms around me. “Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!”
“I don’t understand why you’re so excited.”
“No reason.”
“Lizzy.” I groaned.
“What? Can’t a girl be excited about having her best friend in the world come to a nightclub with her?”
“Yes. But I don’t trust you.”
She batted the air. “Now, go get dressed!” She checked her watch, which made me a little apprehensive.
I grabbed the box and went into the bedroom and tossed it on my bed. I heard her moving around the kitchen, clinking glasses together, and assumed she was making us some cocktails.
I slipped the corset and tail on and looked at myself in the mirror. I pulled my boobs up a little to give them some more lift. If I was going to do this, then damn it, I wanted to look good. Before sliding the ears on, I ran the curler through my hair, gave a few twists, and touched up my makeup. I rifled through my closet and found a pair of low heels. I had a flashback to the last time I wore them on Valentine’s Day. Memories started flooding my mind of that night at the guy's house and all the naked fun we had.
