I refused to wear such little clothing without having something under it. There was not enough fabric for me to feel comfortable walking around in, especially if there was nothing underneath it as a layer of protection.
Looking up from her phone she stated, "speak up bitch, I can't hear what you are whispering about."
"I do not have any underwear," I stated a little louder.
There was no way she was expecting me to wear something that had so little coverage, without having something on underneath it. I needed a little more clothing to help me feel as little more covered than I really would be. Giving me the illusion that I have a suitable amount of clothing on.
Bethany grimaced at me, and I thought that she was going to yell at me and try to make me go without any underwear at first. But then her face lit up, and she got a look of excitement. She abruptly ran into her closet and came back with a little black bag. She shoved the bag at me, "Now go get dressed!"
I took a peek into the bag and gasped. "NO! Nope!" I stated stepping back and trying to hand the bag back to Bethany.
When she refused to take the bag back, I stated a little more firmly, hoping she would listen to me. "No, I do not think so. There is no way I am going to wear that, that thing in there. You can't make me!"
"No! I won't! I can't! There is no way in hell." I stated again looking for a way to escape.
She was not going to make me put this on.
Bethany throws up her arms in annoyance. "News flash, I can, and I will make you wear it. They are brand new and clean, so you don't have to worry about that.
Besides with this dress that is the only underwear that will not show through."
Peeking in the bag again, I looked back up at her, "I'm not worried about that part. I don't wear stuff like this, and there is no way I'm going to start now. I will run and get my own underwear from my room. Give me ten minutes."
"Well jokes on you! You don't have ten minutes; you barely have two minutes. And that's ten minutes to finish getting ready and get down to the meeting. Unless you want dad to come up here, I suggest you stop acting like a petulant child. Put on your big girl panties. Or in this case lingerie. Both metaphorically and literally and…. GO. Get. Dress. Now."
Grumbling under my breath as I walked back into her bathroom, "I am still a child, God I'm only 17. I should not be wearing things like this yet."
"What was that?" Bethany yelled at me. I chose to ignore it.
Once locked safely in the bathroom, I took the articles out of the black bag.
It was a see through black lacy bra and pantie set.
See through, as it does not cover anything at all. Anyone would be able to see all my lady parts through the underwear.
The bra was barely enough to cover my large boobs. I wasn't overly blessed, but it was enough that I had to go to specialty stores to get the right fit. Once the bra was on, my boobs were spilling over the top, and I am sure if I bent over too far, they would fall out completely.
The panties, if you could even call them that, were also see-through and lacy in the front but in the back as just a simple string that met in a T. I don't know how anyone could wear something like this. It almost seemed better not to wear anything at all. Almost.
Finally, sucking it up, I put the bra and pantie set on.
I still felt basically naked, the underwear did not cover or conceal anything. Bethany's boobs were much smaller than mine, so the bra was just barely big enough to cover a part of my boobs. Not to mention again that both the bra and panties were see through so I was able to see all my lady parts through them.
I took a quick peek into the mirror. Surprisingly enough I did not look terrible in it. They were definitely not something that I would have picked out on my own, but I looked good.
My body was toned from all the years of cheerleading, volleyball, and other sports. I looked a little thin, like I could use some meat on my bones or at least more protein in my diet. But overall, I had a very attractive body.
Well, I guess, at least I thought I did. I have the same body make-up that you would see displayed on the cover of magazines, even if a little skinnier than most. But still a very attractive form. Not like there were boys just falling at my feet. Actually, most boys stay away from me. Looking at myself now, I'm not quite sure why. I would definitely be attracted to me. Oh well, I can worry about that later.
After wasting those few seconds on that nonsense, I put the dress on.
It fit me snuggly, hugging all my curves like a glove. Not so much that it looked trashy and way too tight. I was tight in a confident type of way. Letting the world know I look good and I know it.
And man did it show off my curves. As an athlete, I had plenty. My slim waist and flared hips were out on display. My modest boobs were also nearly falling out of the top of the dress.
There was no room for imagination in this dress.
It stopped right above mid-thigh, ending just barely enough to cover my butt.
It was way, way too short for my liking.
I tugged and pulled on it some trying to adjust it the best that I could, but that didn't help. The more I pulled it down to cover my lower region, the more my boobs spilled out at the top. There was just not enough material to cover everything completely.
I hated it.
As I stepped out of the bathroom Bethany was busy looking at her phone and did not notice me at first. She casually looked up and froze. Like a real frozen reaction, like she didn't know how to respond to what she was seeing.