Inside the box, Laura found something that she couldn't quickly identify. Upon her initial observation, it looked like some kind of oddly-shaped red metallic material. Pushing her hands through the foam peanuts also in the box, she found a small cardboard flyer, showing a picture of the product being used.
Her eyes nearly bugged out, seeing the photo of the attractive woman with large breasts wearing this contraption, which was sometimes referred to as a sling bikini (but, of course, Laura wasn't the type of woman who would know anything like that).
"Ugh," she groaned, throwing the obscene outfit back into the box. Why would someone send her something so perverse? She had worn a swimsuit before, but this ... this one was so ... so slutty. Not something she would ever wear, not in a million years.
She closed the box, then dumped the whole thing in the garbage.
Then she grabbed her purse and headed out of the house.
Later, that night, after going to bed in her usual unflattering completely opaque nightgown, she had odd dreams. It must have been because she got that obscene package, because in her dream, she was wearing it! She was walking around a swimming pool at some resort hotel, actually flaunting it! It was so degrading! But in the dream, she loved it. Especially all the men watching her. She wanted to feel embarrassed. After all, a woman wasn't a piece of meat for men to feast their eyes upon. A woman should have dignity!
Then, she woke up. And she couldn't have been more relieved. That was a terrible dream. A nightmare, even. But at least it was just a dream.
She pulled her covers back and sat up, but immediately, she knew something was wrong. Usually, her nightgown felt hefty, usually getting entangled in the bedsheets. But today, there was no entanglement. In fact, it almost felt as if her legs were completely bare, as she felt the sheets touching her bare skin.
Looking down, she realized why she was feeling so odd. Her legs were bare.
Her nightgown! It was gone, replaced by a much smaller gauzy version of it. If she had been more familiar with these types of clothes, she'd know that what she woke up in was called a babydoll nightie. It was so scandalous!
She couldn't let her husband Roger see her wearing this sinful outfit. Who knew what kind of perverse ideas he might get from it? So she hopped off the bed and went straight to her closet, opening it in a frenzy.
Inside the closet was ...
