I know this part of the story doesn't fit this category so much, but as it develops, it will more so.
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Claire let out a sigh of frustration. She glared down at her nearly blank trig paper until the numbers and symbols began to blur, and finally, very slowly, she set down her pen, taking a deep breath to avoid crying. She always got very emotional when frustrated, a trait she didn't exactly love. She had promised herself that she'd finish her trig paper, but soon found herself reaching for a cheap romantic novel she'd picked up at a yard sale for comfort.
The library was relatively empty, as the day was winding to an end, and soon everyone would be drinking and hooking up if they were popular, and browsing Netflix with a pack of Oreos if they weren't. Claire grimaced as she guessed which end of the spectrum she belonged to, alone on a Saturday night in the library.
Before long, she found herself with her legs tucked under her, curled as comfortably as possible into the desk chair, lost in her novel. As cheesy as the story was, she felt herself yearning for the poorly-written passion shared by the main characters.
"That's a great read."
Claire looked up, a little embarrassed to be noticed reading erotic fiction. The speaker was a tall redhead scanning the bookshelf in front of her, and the small smirk on her face made Claire sure she was being made fun of. She knew the redhead from somewhere, which wasn't surprising, since campus was relatively small, but couldn't quite put her finger on where. She had a delicate, but unremarkable face, and long, tan legs that seemed to go forever beneath her black skirt. When Claire didn't reply, the redhead stuck out her hand. "I'm Alicia. I think we have Government together?"
"Yes," said Claire firmly, finally placing her, "I'm Claire." She met Alicia's hand, subtly covering the lewd cover of her book. "I was just, uh, studying."
"Right," said Alicia, still smiling, but not pushing the subject further. Claire stood up stiffly, stretching her legs, which seemed short and stubby compared to Alicia's. In fact, Claire realized just how tall Alicia was, and felt significantly dwarfed. Claire had always been on the smaller side, barely reaching 5'3 and now she stood straight and stiff to compensate.
"Ugh, I guess I should be heading to bed soon," she sighed, beginning to gather her stuff.
"Really? It's only 10." Claire blushed gently at her own pathetic social life, shrugging her shoulders. "Why don't you come out with me tonight?" Alicia offered. "I hear there's going to be a great party at Alpha house tonight."
"Oh, I don't know..." Claire said, tugging on a tendril of blonde hair that had fallen out of her braid. She became suddenly aware of herself standing in loose sweatpants and old volleyball sweater, and felt raggedy compared to Alicia's polished look.
"It'll be fun!" Alicia said, as though the decision was already made. "You can come to my apartment to get ready if you want." Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Claire's bag and her hand, and yanked her out of the library.
Luckily Alicia's apartment was relatively close to the University, so they didn't have to walk too long in the chilly fall air. Claire had moved north to attend college in New York from Florida, and she wasn't used to the cool weather yet. Alicia's place was in a building with three other apartments, but she had the whole bottom floor to herself.
"My parents are loaded," Alicia explained as they entered the luxurious foyer. Again, Claire felt self-conscious. Her parents were middle-class teachers in a house that could only be described as cozy. She had had to work her ass off to get a scholarship, both at school and waitressing at a local restaurant. She tried to push the thought of her unfinished Trig paper into the back of her mind as she stared in awe in Alicia's fancy electronics and stylish furniture.
Alicia handed Claire a beer, and casually turned on the stereo, surprising Claire with a smooth, sassy tune.
"I love jazz," Claire said, volunteering personal information for the time all night. "I play tenor saxophone." She winced as she said it, hoping Alicia didn't think she was nerdy for playing an instrument.
"That's really cool," Alicia seemed genuine. "I used to play piano, but it's been forever." She began to walk down the hall, and Claire followed her. Alicia's bedroom wasn't as extravagant as the rest of the apartment, with a twin bed, full length mirror, and not much else. But whatever the bedroom lacked was made up for by the giant walk-in closet slightly agape in the corner of the room, stuffed with clothes. Alicia must have seen Claire staring because she chuckled. "You can borrow whatever you want for tonight. I didn't think you'd want to go in that." Claire felt Alicia's eyes scanning her outfit, and felt the faint sting of her passive-aggressive comment.
"I don't know if any of your clothes will fit me," Claire said softly, glancing down at her own curvy body. Her big chest and butt were even visible through her baggy clothes, and though her thighs were firm and muscular, they weren't exactly thin.
"Don't be silly!" Alicia called, already rifling through the closet. Claire was flattered that Alicia wanted to let her use her clothes, and was excited to have made a possible friend, but when Alicia tossed her a tiny white dress, Claire was ready to make up an excuse to leave.
"Uh, Alicia-" Claire began, but she was already throwing more dresses out at her. Claire sighed and picked up the most respectable one, hoping she could somehow put it on without ripping it. "Where should I change?"
"In here, silly," Alicia said nonchalantly, walking out of the closet and removing her skirt. "We're both girls."
Claire found herself staring at Alicia's long, naked legs, and had to shake her head a little to focus. She focused her gaze on the ground and removed her sweats as modestly as possible.
"Oh, you can't wear those underwear with that dress," Alicia said, and Claire looked up in disbelief. Alicia stood only in a tiny black thong, her small nipples pointing toward the ceiling.
"What?"
"Panty lines," Alicia explained, not bothering to cover her body, which even Claire had to admit was impressive. Her flat stomach and perky breasts made her delicate features look even sweeter, and she had a surprisingly curvy butt for such a thin figure. Claire was relieved when Alicia finally put on a short emerald-green dress with a black belt.
"Lose the bra, too," Alicia said, turning to fix her hair.
Claire held her breath as she removed her sweater and tank top and stood in her underwear. She glanced up to make sure Alicia was still preoccupied before quickly shoving down her underwear and snapping her bra off and throwing on the black dress. She managed to fit it over her chest with minimal difficulty, but had some trouble getting it down over her hips. She shook her butt a little to wiggle the fabric down, and glanced up to see Alicia laughing at her. Claire's face turned bright red as she knew her whole ass was displayed, and her front was barely covered. She managed to shove the dress down so the hem ended a few inches above her knee, and not too much cleavage showed. The only thing was, while it would have looked appropriate on Alicia, it was lewdly tight on Claire, so that even the outline of her nipples showed through.
"Wow," Alicia said, staring at Claire, an open thing of mascara in her long, pretty fingers. "That looks great on you."
"Really?" gasped Claire, tugging a little at the clingy fabric. She stood in the mirror, and noticed for the first time the dress was mostly just lace, showing off scandalous sections of skin on her legs and chest.
