Unwanted attention – Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Friday came, and before I knew it I was getting ready for my 3 o’clock appointment. I took a shower and groomed myself a bit, brushed my teeth, put on some makeup and did my hair. I wasn’t trying to look too attractive, but I didn’t want to make him think that I didn’t listen to his request. I then put some underwear on. I decided to go with a thong (nothing too fancy, just black cotton) and a black bra. I really didn’t have any so called “sexy” undergarments, but my butt stood out in any panties, and it didn’t really matter what kind of bra I had on, they all made my breasts pop out…

I put these on in the bathroom and as I was about to step out I realized that I didn’t bring my robe. I looked at the bath towel that I used to dry myself and it was bunched up on the floor after I whipped my feet on it and it was soaking wet; no way that I was wrapping that around myself now. I opened the door a bit and stuck my head outside to look down the hall, to see if there is anyone around. No sign of movement. My brother’s room was between the bathroom and mine, so really, all I had to do is make it down the hall past his room and then into mine and close the door behind me before I am seen. I looked down at my panties and they were showing the usual camel-toe like any other pair that I ever wore…

Obviously I couldn’t let any of my family members see me in my bra and panties, especially not the way my body had the tendency to display itself all the time. I took another good look down the hall and started running… As I passed James’s room I noticed that the door was open but I didn’t dare look inside, I just kept running until I reached my door. I grabbed the knob and turned it, at the same time turning my head behind just to double check. To my surprise, James was at his door just looking at me. I froze for a second and we just stared at each other. Then I quickly pushed my door open and ran inside, closing it fast behind me. I stopped in front of my full length mirror and looked at myself.

I was blushing, I looked down at my boobs and remembered how they bounced up and down as I ran, then down at my pussy that was protruding through the material and my butt that was in full view from the back as the thong just disappeared between my round cheeks. I only wore these when I had something thinner on like the skirt that I was about to put on today. I never liked thongs because they always rode up my butt and in between my legs, even more than they are supposed to because of my curves.

I realized what a display I must have put on for my little brother, but I didn’t have much time to think about it, I had to get ready for my appointment. So, I took out the new skirt and looked at it one again before slipping into it. I arranged the split on my leg as best I could, not to expose too much, then pulled the spaghetti strapped tank over my head and down as far as it went. Because of my ample bosom pulling it up a bit, I was showing some skin between my belly button and the hem of the skirt.

There was no amount of pulling down at it that would fix it and I most certainly wasn’t going to pull the skirt up, as it was too short anyway. I stepped into a pair of 2’’ heel sandals since I didn’t have anything higher than that, nor would I be comfortable in higher ones and looked at myself in the mirror. By other people’s standards I looked great, but with the short skirt, thigh being exposed, flat tummy showing, cleavage poking out and toes on display through the thin sandal straps, I hated how I looked. Not because I thought I was unattractive, but quite the opposite, I hated being attractive, especially for the wrong reasons… I just looked at myself and thought I was crazy. Most girls go through hell to be sexy and get attention and I try to avoid it like it is the plague.

My father was to take me today and he was already calling me downstairs. I took one last look in the mirror and left. As I stepped down the stairs I noticed that he was at the bottom, looking for his keys. When he heard my steps he looked up and gave me a stare. I knew that he probably didn’t like my attire and I blushed at his site. Hell, I didn’t even like it but I was coerced to wear it. I blushed and looked away, then got in the car and waited for him. He joined me and we made some small talk along the way. The whole time my skirt was riding up my legs and I was pulling down at it with one hand and holding my other hand over my chest as to not flash too much cleavage. Finally, when we got there I just said that I will go up by myself and after giving my dad a kiss on the cheek, like I always do, I made my way quickly to the office.

The receptionist just told me I could go right in, the doctor was expecting me. The nod in my stomach that I was feeling all day just got tighter when I started thinking about what perversions I would be submitted to this time. I took one last deep breath and knocked on the door. He just said “Come in please” and I did.

As I stepped in, he looked at me from his chair and asked me to remain standing. He then got up and looked me up and down. His eyes traveled from my red lips, down my neck which was circled by a small necklace, down to my cleavage, further down to my now uncovered belly button and then to my skirt, down my shapely legs, tight calves and sandal encased toes.