XL: Come For Me, Princess

After the not-so-normal conversation with Zara, Angela retreated to her room, eager to try on the dresses. All five fit perfectly, and she couldn't help but wonder how her stepfamily had managed to get her size exactly right. Perhaps she shared a similar figure with Zara, though Zara was taller.

Now, she sat perched on her bed, engrossed in the fantasy erotica novel My Best Mistake, a gift from Benita during her last visit. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she read through one particularly explicit passage. Angela had never encountered anything so erotic in her life. Benita was a good friend, but definitely a dangerous influence.

"Princess," came a soft knock at her door, accompanied by the familiar voice that sent a thrilling chill down her spine.