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A b*****rs Plan

... of I had heard stories of smelly pussies and I didn’t plan on having one of those. I made sure I cleaned out every nook and cranny so my b*****r would enjoy it. After drying off I wrapped my towel around me. I looked at myself in the mirror. I knew what I wanted to do. It would drive my b*****r crazy seeing me in nothing but a towel just out of the shower. I tightened up my towel and walked towards his bedroom. Opening his door I saw him standing there tightening up a necktie. “Really? A suit and tie? You tell me to put on a formal and you’ve got on a suit and tie? I’m not wearing a formal if you aren’t wearing a tux.” “Don’t you have a nice dress?” “Of course I do. Would you like something with a nice design? Perhaps something thats just a solid color?” I kept watching my b*****rs eyes as they were moving up and down my body. Like most men he tended to slow down and stop in the chest area. Talking to him in a towel was more fun than I had expected. “Uh, I don’t care. You decide. Just wear a dress.” I smiled and walked towards my room. It felt nice having the one with the power. I could tell that he was wrapped around my finger. Not only in the way he looked at me but also in the way he talked. He seemed to calm and so fascinated all at the same time. Back in my room I looked in my closet again. I had a few beautiful solid color dresses. I considered the maroon dress and the dark blue dress. They were pretty but I wanted something that looked a bit innocent. Thats when I saw ...

... it. My summer dress that my mom had bought be a few months ago. It was rather cute. A nice soft yellow background with flowery patterns. It didn’t come out and say that I was preparing to get stuffed like the Thanksgiving turkey. Yes, thats what I wanted, the sweet innocent look. I looked at myself in the mirror and dropped my towel. I looked myself over and wondered if my b*****r would really enjoy looking at my naked body. I had always felt really self-conscious about my body. With all the perfect women out there in magazines it was hard not to. But they are all edited pictures anyways, right? I put on my dress and looked back at myself in the mirror. I had to do something with my hair. I couldn’t put it all up with an innocent looking summer dress on. So I did the best I could. I grabbed the largest brett and put it in the back. It gave the top half of my hair a slight lift and giving me that sweet church girl look. I pushed my breasts together and lifted them up. They fell right back to where they normally sat. I wasn’t sure why I did that but I had seen it so many times in the movies. It just seemed like something to do. I took one last look at myself in the mirror and one last deep breath. Here goes nothing. My b*****r started things out right. He opened the door for me on the way out. He even opened the passenger door to our dad’s truck and gave me his hand to help me up inside. I was rather impressed. The personal thoughts that I read in my b*****r’s journal was far ...