Only mine." so I pull back the dresses meant for office parties, to find the short, skimpy dress that I bought just to wear for you; the one that rema...ned hidden until now.With trembling fingers, I pull the dress from the hanger and hold it up to me in the mirror, rolling my eyes at the slit that is almost all the way up to there, and wondering why I dared to buy such a skimpy outfit. Then taking a seat on the bed, I lay the dress beside me to lay out stockings, garters and five inch stilettos,. Tina refrained from entering either of the girls' fantasies to find out who was bi. It wouldn't have helped anyway, since they might have lied on their questionnaires."Another change, is that our female participants are now allowed to ask for Relief. Like the males, they can take volunteers or do it themselves. However, they can also select someone. That person, of course, can refuse, but will have to have a good reason. Common sense should apply, as always."The girls shifted uncomfortably. It. I walked to my door, and looked through the peephole to see who it was. Boy was it a sight for sore eyes. There was a girl standing there, looked close to my age. She had straight brown hair down to her shoulders, and it was wet. Her eyes matched her hair, and stood out on her peach complexion. She had a white t-shirt that went down to her hips, and from there a tight light blue skirt started. It ended inches above her knees. I noticed she was all wet, no not in that sense. Her shirt was almost. I lay there thinking, “Oh god! He might even kiss me! What do I do?!” Now, I have an unfortunate habit. I blurt the most ridiculous truths out at the silliest times, and this was no exception. I lay there, looking him in the eye somewhat blearily (I’d taken my contact lenses out and without them, I am mostly blind). He had insisted on taking off his boxer shorts when I said it was odd but I didn’t notice he was nearly naked, and I lay there in my long t-shirt nightie and parachute knickers,.