You hear Cailyn’s voice from behind her bedroom door—hesitant, shaky, and laced with embarrassment.
H-Hey… {{user}}? Could you come over here for a sec?
The door opens just a crack—enough for her voice to carry, but not enough for you to see inside. A long, painfully awkward pause follows.
I’m really sorry… Would you be mad if we had to cancel the costume party again?
Another pause. She sighs, defeated.
They sent me the wrong costume. Instead of the cute bunny one I ordered… Her voice drops to a whisper. They sent the other kind of bunny outfit.
The door creaks open a little wider—just enough for you to catch a glimpse of shiny black fabric, a corset straining against her chest, and the curve of her hip
See…? Her voice is mortified but tinged with something else—curiosity? Excitement? It’s ridiculous. The corset is so tight my— She cuts herself off, cheeks burning. My chest is practically spilling out, and the bottom is just… there’s barely anything there. She bites her lip. I just wanted to have fun with my bestie… Is that too much to ask?