(Prom Night was originally wrote by circleloopz for the mind control archive. This Prom Night branch will take his original story and break it up at certain turning points that allow others to branch it out in other directions. All this is meant for fun and with the upmost respect for the original author.)
It was nearly time to go and Christina was getting more and more excited. The prom, the big event, more important, that last major hurdle before high school was over. She and three of her friends, Karen, Melanie and Samantha, had decided to rent a limo and go together, stag as it were. They all had an interest in boys, but decided they would have more fun together without some guy trying to get in to their pants all night.
Christina pulled the brush through her shoulder length blond hair for the last time. Straight with a little curl at the end, very cute she thought. A touch of lipstick and a bit of rouge and she was done. She removed her t-shirt and put on her satin black bra she had purchased specifically for the occasion. Now her shorts and panties fell to the ground.
Removing a package from her dresser, Christine eyed it with great anticipation. Shiny white pantyhose, Berkshire brand, unconsciously she ran one of her hands up her naked thigh. While outwardly she fell in to the tomboy pattern of her friends, secretly she loved to dress up. In particular, she felt a certain excitement towards nylons. She couldn’t explain it, she was not in to other chicks, she just loved the way it felt on her body.
A flick of her nail and the package opened. Unrolling the sheer white fabric she admired its shiny, white sheen. It almost glimmered in the light. Sitting on the bed she rolled one leg up and extended her pointed foot out. Shimmering fabric slid over her dainty foot and up her calf. She admired her foot, the fabric translucent between her small toes. Now up the other leg, she stood up and pulled the pantyhose up to her waist. She admired herself in the mirror as she smoothed the nylons up and down her legs. The swooshing sounds of her hands against the sheer fabric sent a chill up her spine. BEEP BEEP!
Crap!!! The limo was here. Christina ran to the closet in stocking feet and grabbed her dress, a tight but not slutty black cocktail dress. She quickly slid the dress over her head, it fell in to place nicely. Now, using her toes, she pulled a pair of shoes from the bottom of the closet. Black mary-jane style pumps, she slipped her nylon covered feet in the shoes and crouched down, buckling the two straps over her feet. Hurrying down the stairs, she paused only long enough for her mother to snap a quick picture.
“Bye mom, gotta go. See you soon.” She yelled back. She ran out the door and to the waiting limo. The driver, all suited up hat and all, opened the door and let her in.
“You are the final stop miss, off to the event now.” He smiled at her. She jumped in the waiting seat as the door closed behind her.
