I stare at my reflection in the mirror, trying to convince myself to change clothes.
You’re a f*****g virgin, not a seductress, I remind myself in frustration. You’re not pulling this off.
Well, call me cocky, but I’m pretty sure I am pulling it off. I found the nightie amongst dozens of other unnervingly sexy pieces of lingerie—yes, I do realize how creepy it is that my adopted father would have picked all this out—and, even though it’s one of the more tasteful items of the batch, it’s still pretty damn risqué.
It’s not a corset, for the record. There were several corset-y options available to me, but I couldn’t accept them as actual nightwear, given that having your stomach and breasts squeezed and pushed up that much would basically render you completely unable to sleep. It’s a satin
