Zoe stared at the flat, white box as if it were a Jack-in-the-Box toy with a viper sitting on the spring mechanism. Two candles flickered atop two separate glass skulls on opposite sides of her desk. Despite being nearly midnight, she glanced at her locked door. Her roommate would be sleeping so she was safe. It was Friday and he's been studying all day for a test he had on Monday.
Brushing artificially colored black bangs away from her face, she stared back at the box. She could
feel
the judgement from various posters around her room - the mosquito from her Møl poster buzzing its laughter while the black clad woman on her enlarged Tribulation album cover mocked her secret fantasy. She hugged her large black dragon plushie as a defense against her shame.
Some people were into Shibari. Others, 'little girl' play. Or gang bangs or cuckold situations or all the fetishes involving bodily fluids and so many, many more. Zoe flipped the cheap cardboard lid of the box to reveal white underwear within.
The young goth college woman liked cute things.
She'd never admitted it just as she refused to admit that she was simply going through a phase in life. Her parents did their best to respect her path but she could still hear them talking about it when she visited. Hoping she'd open up and 'get over' the scene. They'd be thrilled to know about her little secret.
A set of bra, panties and socks were cradled by the tissue paper within the box. The B cup size bra had little red foxes playfully chasing each other on the wings. The white satin fabric darkened to red along the sides and back. She took it out of the box carefully, turning it over while her cheeks burned bright red. Setting it aside, she took the silk panties that lay beneath. The front was adorned with a black paw print while the back was imprinted with a red and brown tail that curled around to the side. As with the bra, the coloring changed from white to red towards the back of the panties.
Only the knee-high socks remained. The sole of the socks were white with a huge paw print pattern where her feet would go. Above the sole, the sock was pure black until it faded to auburn midway up the leg. The paw was made with a sticky material to give traction on smooth surfaces and even included little claw marks.
With her treasure unsealed, her anxiety gave way to a simple kind of happiness. Her black-stained lips, so used to sneering, curled into an honest smile while she laid everything out in order from top to bottom. The imagined contemptuous whispers in her room were silenced around her.
Zoe pulled her black spaghetti strap crop top off. She wore no bra and hadn't for years due to her modest size. Next, she lay back with her legs up to slip her shorts and panties free until she sat naked and cross-legged on her bed. She shivered despite how warm the summer night was and then covered a yawn with her hand.
The thing she looked forward to the most was dressing in the new underclothes and then curling up to sleep. Tomorrow, she'd wear the bra and panties beneath her clothes and take pleasure in knowing that beneath her dark exterior, she wore something cute enough to make a middle-schooler puke.
After a small internal struggle, she chose the socks to go first. Her right foot was first, as always. She bent her knee with her little toes pointed straight out and spread. She'd bathed before coming to bed and still smelled faintly of the lavender soap she used. The webbing between her toes were a darker pink in contrast to her marble white skin but they matched her delicate soles. Her bathroom time was sacred to her. Despite the hair coloring, black lipstick and heavy mascara, she had an arsenal of products to ensure her skin was smooth and soft.
It was part of her ritual to look over her body before trying on new cute things. To ensure that she, herself, was clean and cute enough to wear the clothing. She held the first sock's cuff and then pressed her toes into the opening before sliding it along her smooth legs. The soft, stretchy fabric hugged her calf and she turned it slightly to ensure the paw print would line up with the bottom of her toes. It stopped just short of her knee and she looked down, flexing and spreading her toes with a wide smile. The left sock followed after another inspection.
The socks were as warm as she'd expected. Zoe leaned back on her elbows with her legs extended to see how she looked before trying on the next item. She loved how tight the socks were on her, as if they were hugging her body close.
An itch tickled the top of her left foot. She pulled the sock higher and then scratched at it before picking up the bra. Now she sat up straight with her back curved, knees spread and her heels against her ass. The pressure of her feet spread her cheeks slightly and she shivered at the touch of the cotton socks on her bare skin.
Her breasts were small enough that she could cover them with her own slim hands. Tiny pink nipples sat atop slightly darker areola. She frowned at a stray hair sticking up from one of the bumps on her areola. Thankfully, it barely hurt when she plucked it. The satin bra was surprisingly warm on her breasts when she slid her arms through the straps. She reached back to hook herself on the second row of hooks and then looked down with her hands on her thighs.
One of the candles, the wick low on the melted wax, flickered. She looked over at it and then at the old clock in the corner of her desk. It was past midnight now but she found herself more awake than before.
She sat back with her feet on the bed and her knees bent but open. Her svelte body was the envy of many but she had no secret diet; she simply didn't eat very much. She dug her nails under the cuff of both socks while staring down her belly. Her mound was as pale as the rest of her body and freshly shaved. She'd spent extra time shaving to make sure she wouldn't get razor burn. The longest amount of time was spent trimming around her pussy. She had an 'innie' with her lips nearly completely hidden behind her outer labia. The skin was darker there but smooth and she was glad she'd taken the time because it made her feel pretty and cute.
The tops of her socks pushed down her legs while her nails scratched the straggling red hairs covering her shin. She pulled her socks until they were taut and then put her toes through the openings of her panties. They glided along her legs. She knelt and then raised herself to slide them up and over her ass. As petite as she was, she had just enough hips to show, at a quick glance, that she was a woman. Surprisingly for a clothing ordered over the Internet, the panties fit as snugly as the socks did.
Finally outfitted in the new underclothes, Zoe sat back to admire them. She wiggled her hips playfully and a quiet, breathy giggle escaped her lips. Miniscule holes appeared over her lips. The tips of white whiskers pierced the holes. The young woman brushed them with the backs of her hands before reaching upwards into a full body stretch. The whiskers lengthened as she slipped under her covers. She pressed her face into her pillow, rubbing her nose and cheeks back and forth to scratch at them as well as few white hairs growing around them.
Tufts of red and black fur escaped the cuffs of her sock to surround her knees. She tossed and turned until she remembered Mördare, her stuffed dragon. Reaching out with quick little black-furred fingers, she grabbed the dragon to her chest.
Warm and happy in her little blanket den, Zoe began to relax. Her eyes grew heavy and her whiskers twitched. Light brown hairs sprouted from the bridge of her nose, just as her eyes closed.
And then snapped back open.
Outside her room, a cricket chirped, calling to any nearby females. Zoe sighed and turned. She pulled Mördare closer, slowly dragging it back and forth against her increasingly sensitive belly. Its plush felt toyed with the fur beginning to cover her. Atop her head, her black hair shifted as her ears slowly shifted. While they moved, the tips folded and lengthened. Another cricket joined the first, then a third and her traveling ears rotated to catch the sounds. Yet, despite the growing chorus, she found herself distracted.
The young woman pushed her stuffed dragon lower and lower until it was between her legs. She squeezed it with her red-furred thighs and the hard nose pressed against her clit. WIth a tiny yip, her hips jerked. She bit into her pillow, tearing at it with sharp canines.
Kicking and twisting, the girl pushed the blankets away. She lay on her hands and knees, her toes pointed into the bed. Reaching under her body, she held her dragon in place. She positioned herself until the dragon's nose pressed against her clit again. With one hand clenched in the sheets, the other holding Mördare, she rocked back. For a brief moment, her feet slipped but dull black points pierced the front of the socks. Her claws caught the mattress to hold her in place.
