Sarah gritted her teeth as she looked at herself in the mirror. She had almost managed to put together a modest outfit, but her generous breasts simply mocked her through the sheer fabric of her top. For the life of her, she couldn't remember what she was supposed to do to cover them up!
Frustrated, she took off the top, preparing to start over again. Suddenly, an idea hit her! She grabbed the lacy black bra she had put on earlier, and found with relief that she once again knew how to put it on.
She did so, and then picked up the translucent shirt she had been wearing earlier. She stared at it, but for some reason, she had no memory of how to put on a shirt like that.
Wait a minute, thought Sarah. I know I was wearing this a minute ago. How did I manage it then, but I have no idea how to put it on now? Then, she had an idea. She took off her bra, and once again discovered that she could put on the top. Sarah held the bra in one hand and the shirt in the other. What? I can only wear one of these at a time?
Quickly, now, Sarah realized the implications of her clothing choices so far. It seemed that she could only dress up to a certain point, or a certain level of sexiness. She had no idea why that was so, but she flashed a fierce smile as she realized that she might have some control over her predicament after all!
Sarah stripped down, and decided to start with the essentials first. She looked through her wardrobe and selected her sexiest, most cleavage-enhancing bra, and a lacy red thong to match. It doesn't matter what my underwear looks like, because no one will see it anyway, she thought. However, even as she thought this, a strange tickle in the back of her mind warned her that someone might very well see her underwear later on in the evening.
Sarah shuddered slightly, but pressed on. She took out her sexiest shoes, a pair of four-inch-high white stiletto heels. Then, she selected a rather short, pleated black skirt. It came down to her knuckles, but at least she wouldn't be flashing panties at anyone. Finally, she took out a short-sleeved, button-up blouse. She started fastening it from the bottom, and then paused, horrified, two buttons up. She stared at the buttons and holes, fingering them, trying to figure out how they worked.
Dammit! I was so close! Three more buttons and I could have walked out of here without looking like I can't dress myself! Sarah tried to remember how to work the buttons, but she simply couldn't remember. She tried to hold the blouse shut, but that wasn't feasible. She undid the bottom button, and the memories came back in a rush. Quickly, she rebuttoned the bottom of the blouse -- and stopped again, unable to continue.
Sarah fumed for a few seconds, before hitting on another idea. She moved quickly to her desk, pulling out her makeup kit. Maybe if I wear more sexy makeup, I'll be able to finish this damn top?
She started with heavy red lipstick, added just the right amount of eyeshadow, mascara, and blush -- and then a touch more, to put her a hair over the top. Speaking of hair, she thought, and proceeded to grab her curling iron and style her hair into beautiful soft waves.
Then, Sarah returned to the mirror and took up the buttons. She stared at them for a long moment, before realizing that she still had no idea how to finish fastening the shirt. No! This is impossible! There has to be something I can do!
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Lewis! Sarah glanced quickly at her clock, and saw that it was now 7:03. She had to think of something, fast! Sarah took a deep breath, swore under her breath, and dropped her panties. Stepping out of the miniscule piece of fabric, she moved out her door, already fastening the remaining buttons on her top. She couldn't get them all done, but what was left was only enough to accentuate her cleavage, rather than putting on a show of her whole breasts.
It'll have to do, thought Sarah as she reached the door. . .
