Let me start with some background. I live and grew up in a small town just outside of Nashville. The town I lived in as well as Nashville was and is a very religious part of the country. I was raised by a very strict father who would whip you for the smallest infraction. All through my teenage years I would do things my father warned me against just to get a whipping. You see I discovered that while my father warmed my ass the heat would always travel to my pussy. The one thing these whippings did do however was to teach me what was bad and I would after a couple of whipping be so scared to do them that I never would do them again. The list was pretty long by the time I was grown. After college I moved to Nashville and got a loft apartment and started wondering if I dared to do some of the things that I had been taught were wrong. But no matter how much I wanted to I could not bring myself to do it.
Now I take great pride in my appearance, my measurements is 37D-24-37, I stand 5'7" tall; I have blonde hair and green eyes. The only problem with my appearance is that thanks to my father I always wear clothes to cover up my whole body. I never showed any skin or wear anything that would reveal what was under my clothes. The job I had I loved dearly but due to my choice of clothes I was having trouble keeping up with the other girls in the office who would wear revealing clothes. After 2 years of frustration I got called into my boss's office and was told point blank that I was in danger of being passed over for her job as she was getting promoted herself. She was given the job of replacing herself and I wanted the job so bad but she said that the choice of clothes that I wore could and probably would undermine my position as boss because I was the but of way to many office jokes. I found out from her that I had been given the nickname of "The Nun". This I couldn't deny you see at this point I was still a virgin at the age of 28 and I wore clothes that covered up everything. Needless to say I was shocked and set there in disbelief. My boss gave me a week to change or she would give the job to Candy. Damn that girl is a slut I thought to myself. I mean after all she wore skirts that barley covered her ass and tops that barley kept her tits in. I went home and on the way I vowed I would change but how.
When I got home I plopped down in front of my computer and did a search for ways to change your way of thinking> I ran across this one web site that seemed to be just for me, it started out by asking a group of questions all about how you dressed and what you thought and if the two were really fitting together. It turned out that I found that I was not dressing or acting the way I thought but the way my father thought a woman should. It went on to ask about what I would change and I gave it a big list. I put down that I wanted to dress to show off what I had been given, I wanted to have the nerve to try out some of my fantasies. I went on to list what they were. The web site flickered and then a message came on that asked if I truly wanted what I had said I wanted was really what I wanted, I answered yes. Then I got a message that said that I needed to prepare myself. I was instructed to either drink 4 beers, 4 glasses of wine, or 4 shots of whiskey as this would help me relax. Then I needed to take a shower and come back to proceed. I did as it said and after the shower I felt really relaxed and hit the button to proceed. The next thing I knew it was morning and I was still sitting at my computer looking at a now flickering screen. I did not feel any different and thought that I was stupid for trying.
As I was getting ready for work I noticed that no matter which of my outfits I picked out I could not find any that I liked. I called my boss and told her that I was not feeling well and took a personal day. I did manage to find this one denim skirt that I took a scissor to and cut it so that it would come down to just a couple of inches below my ass cheeks. I found this one blouse I had that had a mesh v-cut and I took out the mesh. So now I rummaged through my bra and panties and did not like any of them so I went without them. Before last night I never would have went anywhere without a bra or panties but now I just thought that it would be fine. I grabbed the only pair of heels I had and put them on it went shopping.