Alex was awake and whistling merrily well before the sun came up the next morning. "First time I've been able to wear anything like this for ages!" Laughing happily, Alex turned several times to view his reflection in the full length mirror in front of him.
"Wheeet whille!!" Wolf whistling (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CCRdS-8i9g — link to the sound, for those curious) at himself, Alex couldn't help but admit he looked damn fine in pants! Glossy high-heeled black boots highlighted the delicate curves of his small feet and ankles, while the skin-tight dark blue leather pants emphasized and clung to the curves of his legs and squeezed his cushiony buttocks tightly. Chest bare still, with large round bosoms in full view, and his long silky hair cascading wavelike down his back, Alex thought even an angel might have trouble comparing itself to his beauty this morning!
"I'd do me," Alex chuckled happily, cupping his hands around his breasts, lifting and squeezing them lightly. Fondling them gently, Alex slowly peeled his gaze away from the mirror and reluctantly forced himself over to his roommate Michael's small dresser in the room. Opening the top drawer, Alex shuffled around the clutter for several moments, before finally pulling out a small jar of ointment.
"Too bad you jerk asses aren't here to see this," Alex smirked, staring off into space, before going back to sit on the edge of Michael's bed. "You poor smucks wouldn't ever be able to lose your hard ons, if you could just see me today," Alex taunted his non-present roommates mercilessly as he slowly unscrewed the lid from the jar and liberally self applied the ointment inside all across and atop his nipples and areola.
"Oohhhh…. Gods! That tingles," Alex moaned erotically as first one nipple, and then the other, slowly rose and stretched majestically towards the heavens. Taking a long moment to catch his breath, and to adjust to the sensitive twitching of his perfectly perked cherries, Alex finally forced himself to wipe his fingers completely clean on the undersides of his breasts, before finally putting the lid back on the jar and sitting it on the bed.
Getting up and going back over to the mirror, Alex spent several moments admiring his reflection again, before reaching over and pulling a white, almost sheer piece of silk from off the top of the nearby dresser. Tying one thin thread behind his back, and another thin string behind his neck, Alex whistled appreciably at the effect the bikini had on his appearance.
"I think this was a good choice," Alex admitted, slowly turning several times to check the view from various angles. "Enough cloth to fully cover everything," Alex nodded approvingly, "but thin enough the peaks are perfectly highlighted, and I'm certain this thin white fabric will respond more than favorably once I start to sweet in the midday's sun."
"The next part here might suck a little though," Alex frowned slightly, before picking up a thick black veil off of the table. Holding one side up to his left ear, Alex grunted slightly as he pierced the top of his earlobe, fastening one end of a silver chain there. Repeating the process with the right ear, a few tears slowly trickled from the corners of Alex's eyes as he once again checked his reflection in the mirror.
"The silver highlights the deep black nicely," Alex mused, as he stared into the mirror. The tight silver chain cut an almost perfect arc as it laid from the tip of one ear, across the bridge of his nose, to the tip of the other ear, and the thick black velvet hung almost long enough to rest atop the swell of his breasts when he was looking straight ahead.
"Just a little last touchup, and I'll be ready," Alex chuckled merrily to himself, before pulling over one of the many makeup kits that they'd uncovered in the treasure hunt the day before. "I wonder what color might suit me best?" Pondering for several moments, Alex finally chose a pure white foundation, and began to rub it thickly around his eyes and across the top of his nose, until he finally formed a suitable 'mask' to fit his desires.
(Think eye paint like so: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/5d/39/14/5d3914517c67cebb36dfd8eb2bb6ab2d.jpg
Veil like so: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/d6/65/c6/d665c6d375820a03da0992645a62a96e.jpg
Though you'll need to use your imagination to put the pieces together fully.)
"Perfect," Alex admired. "Highlights what's normally hidden and hides what's normally shown. I'm damn sexy and mysterious, and I'd even do myself — TWICE — if I could. This works perfectly for today."
Brushing out his long wavy hair one last time, Alex finally turned and headed out of his room just as the sun was starting to break across the horizon.
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Laughing almost as happily as Alex, Roselyn was up just as early, and was just as obsessed with her appearance. "Nope! Not slutty enough," Roselyn laughed, as she tossed off the clothes she was wearing and unceremoniously pitched them atop the large pile that had already accumulated in the center of her room. She was free!!
At first, Roselyn was trembling with an almost utter despair for her future, ever since she pledged herself to Alex — but all that changed when she had an epiphany yesterday. Her parents — hell, her entire family, for that matter — had always been trying to build a closer relation with the main house and improve the status of their small branch family. Yet, no matter what the rest of them might try in the future, they'd never be able to get half as close as she was to them!
"I'm the fucking soul-sworn of the heir of the Skyblades," Roselyn laughed euphorically. "The High Lady of the Diamondblades is going to be his wife," she proudly proclaimed to the world, though no one was around to hear in the emptiness of her room. "First sworn, at that," Roselyn almost sang, half dancing naked in front of her mirror.
"My damn lord wants me to look damn sexy today," Roselyn laughed merrily, "you can damn bet I'm going to look fucking smoking! If my parents don't like it, they can kiss my ass," Roselyn cackled freely. "The family doesn't approve? Fuck off! I'm the Lord's First Sworn! The don't have a single hold on me anymore."
No more pressure from her parents to take up a blade. No worries of them selling her off into some half-assed political marriage. None of them could look down their nose disdainfully at her anymore, claiming she'd never make anything out of her life since she didn't have any talent, or desire, to be a warrior.
"I'm free," Roselyn repeated, eyes twinkling like diamonds in the moonlight. "I'm the lord's fucking first sworn," she reminded no one in particular, "and he wants me to look fucking sexy today!"
Laughing happily, Roselyn turned and strutted over to her jewelry box, naked as the day she was born. "Start with the glitter and the shine," she told herself, "before moving on to anything else."
Fastening several elaborate and exquisite necklaces around her neck, Roselyn's eyes lit up with a sudden epiphany. "Glitter and shine! That's it!" Laughing freely, without a single weight on her heart anymore, she now knew exactly what to wear for today!
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Yawning, Thorn groggily stretched and eased up out of his bed. Picking up one pair of tattered pants, he wearily held them a few inches from his face and sniffed, before putting them down and doing the same with another pair. "Ugghhh!" Frowning his nose, Thorn tossed the second pair back onto the floor, before changing into the first set. Turning and walking out his door, he never even thought about glancing back and looking at a single one of all the clothes which he'd dragged back to his room yesterday.
"Ah iz alwayz sexy," Thorn snorted, lumbering proudly along as he made his way back towards the entrance of the school.