Chapter 9: Chapter 9 – Natalie: Compromise

Considering that Hugh and I had a tacit understanding that he'd eventually see me naked, it felt silly making him wait outside while I got changed.

Hmm. Would I have used the word "tacit" in my thoughts before I increased my MEN stat? Interesting.

Anyway, kick him out I did, which ended up being a good thing because I quickly decided that the ugly bra and comfy panties I had on just weren't going to cut it given the probability that at least Hugh - and maybe others! God! What was happening with me? - were going to see them later. I owned exactly one set of sexy underwear - hey even virgin introverts like to feel special sometimes; don't judge. It was black and lacy and the cups actually pushed up, making my boobs look a little bigger, and the panties were see through in the back.

I put the two pieces on and modeled in front of the mirror hung by my door. Honestly, I felt a lot better about what I saw than I usually did. Hugh was going to like seeing me like this.

It would be so, so embarrassing to have his attention on me like that, but at the same time... I shivered. I could practically feel his eyes devouring me.

I bit my lip, not believing that thoughts like that were passing through my mind. The changes wrought in my life in such a short time were extraordinary.

Enough of that, though, I didn't want to keep him waiting forever. Time to choose a dress.

I owned three. The first, well if I'd have been looking at it earlier that morning, I would have thought it was perfectly fine. It featured a baggy top that completely hid what curves I did have and a long, shapeless skirt. Yeah, totally frumpy. Hard no. Again, huge changes, short time.

The second was very reasonable. The top was moderately form fitting with a high neckline and the hem fell almost to my knees. It was cute, an appropriate choice, neither too frumpy nor too conservative.

The third one, a sundress, was perfectly acceptable to wear - as long as I had a tank top and leggings underneath it. The V-neck dipped down between my breasts. Without an undershirt, my bra would be visible every time I leaned forward. The hem barely reached my midthigh. Worse, it flared out and was light enough for the wind to play with. Without leggings, anyone standing at the bottom of a set of stairs would easily be able to see my panties.

Before today, I never would have considered wearing the third one with just underwear beneath. Before today, I certainly wouldn't have wanted to wear it. Today, though, I did. And not for any quest or XP or level or anything. I wanted to wear it just because I knew Hugh would like it.

There was no way, though, that I was wearing it in public. Not without something substantial underneath it. But I wanted Hugh to see it.

Hmm. A compromise was in order.

I still had that quest to complete, and flashing my underwear with this dress on would be a lot easier than with a t-shirt and shorts.

I put on the sundress and let Hugh back into the apartment. My stomach fluttered when his eyes went wide. I could not believe what I was about to do.

"Now I'm ready," I said.

"Great. Let's go."

"No. I can't go out looking like this. Are you crazy?"

"But you just said..."

"I'm ready to do the quest."

His mouth widened into an "O."

I motioned for him to sit on the couch, and he did. On the edge. Eager.

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My heart literally felt like it was going to break out of my chest. My palms were wet. My face felt like a fire hazard.

He was already grinning in anticipation. His expression was smug, not an emotion I'd ever seen him express. And I instantly understood. I was about to show off myself to him completely for his pleasure, embarrassing myself for his entertainment. The very act was the definition of humiliation. It was terrible.

It was also amazing. I'd never felt so excited, so alive, so noticed. He held power over me in making me do something so mortifying, but I held power over him, captivating his attention completely, making him eat out of the palm of my hand.

My trembling fingers went to my hem again, this time grasping the bottom of the single outer garment that I wore instead of just my shirt like last time. This was really about to happen. I was really about to expose my underwear - my sexiest underwear - to a boy!

My hands rose and the dress came with them, slowly baring my thighs. I watched as his enraptured eyes followed the process intently, and, soon, my panties were fully exposed.

There was never any reason for anyone to see me in my underwear, much less naked, so I never really groomed much down there. It suddenly struck me that he was about to know that. I couldn't believe that I was just now thinking about that. I should have went to the shower and shaved before inviting him inside. God!

I grimaced at the thought of hair poking out from the edges of my panties. So embarrassing. So mortifying. And there was nothing I could do about it. My hands kept moving on their own accord, exposing my belly button.

Rising, ever rising. My lower rib cage. The bottom of my bra. My full cups. My neck.

And they just kept rising. What was going on? This was just supposed to be a flash, but my hands hadn't gotten the message, and, all too soon, my dress was lying beside me on the floor.

"Wow," he said, his voice husky. "Just wow."

My eyes involuntarily went to his crotch. Wow indeed. That was because of me. I'd caused that.

His eyes roamed from the bottom of my bare toes to the top of my head, lingering at multiple parts in between, and back again many times for what seemed like hours.

"Would you..." He swallowed. "Would you turn around?"

It did not escape my memory that my backside was covered only by completely transparent fabric. Turning would be one short step away from completely baring that part of my anatomy to him. The thought was excruciatingly humiliating.

At that point, though, I was in his thrall. I could refuse him nothing. If he would have told me to strip myself naked and spread myself to get ready for him, I would have. God! For all I knew, he still might.

No sooner had the words escaped his mouth than I began slowly turning, stopping when my back faced him. Involuntarily, I leaned forward and struck out my almost nude butt toward him, inviting his touch.

I held my breath, but, even as time stretched, no touch came. I found myself ... disappointed but relieved. It was weird having two completely contradictory emotions running through me at the same time.

"It uh..." he said. "It might be better if you got dressed now."

His voice sounded reluctant. I liked that. Not a rejection but a compulsory acknowledgement of reality.

"I'll ... wait outside," he said and practically ran from the room.

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