Blame Abba Chapter 3

I got the black satin basque with the red piping around the top and the bottom. It had a quarter bra at the top which did nothing but push the breasts up and out, and it had eight garters at the bottom. Although it looked very soft and feminine, it was heavily boned and was made to literally shape the figure to an hour-glass form. It laced fully in the front and as I pulled the laces together, I could feel my body changing shape. My waist was being pulled in very tight indeed, and the top and bottom of me was getting bigger.

When I got through with the lacing, my breasts were barely inside the quarter bra they had been pushed up and out so much, and I was really sticking out in the back, a really tempting arse I hoped.

I sat down to put on my sheer black seamed silk stockings which I was going to wear tonight, and as I fastened the eight garters, I could feel them tugging on my stockings all the way around.

In the bathroom I teased and brushed out my shoulder-length wig. I pulled a little bit of hair down on my forehead, and fluffed it all up real good to give me a feminine look. My makeup followed, I was getting good at it by now, didn't really need Jacqui or Mary to help at all. I deliberately went a bit too far, really sharply-defined eyes with deep black eyeliner and mascara. Then I lined my lips with deep red liner and filled in with a bright red wet-look lipstick.

I picked up my highest heeled stilettos, absolutely towering 7" heels I had got from the TV shop. Yes! I looked across at my skirts. I stood quietly lost in my thoughts for a moment. Then the answer came to me. It really wasn't a voice in my head so much as a feeling, it said: "Do it. Do it because you can and deep down you've always wanted to. But do it BIG". And at that moment I knew I was going to give the boys something to think about. I was going to get them worried, worried with lust. I was going to look as steaming hot as I could muster, as foxy, as fuckable as I possibly could.