-Molly-
I twirled in front of the full-length mirror, giggling with excitement as I stared at my new dress. The tight bodice pushed up my breasts and gave me a daring cleavage. The short tight skirt barely reached my knees, making me feel bold and sexy as hell. The deep red color emphasized my golden blond hair and pale skin.
I felt like an erotic porcelain doll. Such a naughty thought made a red flush rush up my cheeks and made me look even more alluring.
"Perfect," I purred as I began to apply my makeup.
I wanted to look bold, daring, sexy as hell, and it did its job making me feel all those things. Not that I really needed its help, but a little support was always a good thing, especially on a night like tonight.
When a woman was getting ready to meet the love of her life, she needed all the help that she could get.
At least that's how I felt about it anyway.