I clip my garter to my diamond net thigh highs before pulling my red velvet pencil skirt down my thighs, relishing the feel of the fabric as it rubs against my freshly shaved legs. Digging through my closet, I pull out an old pair of docs that I haven't worn in ages, smiling as I remember how well worn they became throughout my high school years. I think today is the perfect day to bring them back.
I'm listening to Nirvana's Nevermind as I put the finishing touches on my hair in my room. I'm embracing the natural beauty of my curls today, so all they really need is a little product. I rub the curl cream between my fingers before teasing it into my touseled locks. Once I'm done, I skip across the room, catching sight of myself in the mirror gives me a thrill, but a different kind of thrill than when I used to get dressed up to sling molly at parties.
