It was a typical day after college classes when I donned a skintight blush pink minidress and attended a party I had been invited to with my friends. It was at Jake Costner's mansion, the jock I had always ben crushing on. After multiple shots of liquor, I needed the restroom. I looked into the mirror and preened, fiddling wiht a honey-blonde strand of my weave and admiring my makeup. During my musing,