Chapter 4: The Prep Part 1
Another two days had passed, so that in the morning, I checked the comment sections of my announcement video on Ucast. My heart swelled with pride as I scrolled through the comments, each one more enthusiastic and supportive than the last. "You deserve this, Marina!" "Go get 'em, girl!" "We're so proud of you!" I had never felt so loved, so supported, so ready to take on the world.
The comments flooded in, each one more enthusiastic and supportive than the last. And then, I saw it. A comment that had 30K likes, a comment that stood out from the rest. "Marina, you should wear a black sheer dress to the award night. It'll be classy, elegant, and show off your curves in the best way possible. Plus, it's a color that suits you perfectly. You'll look stunning!" I couldn't help but smile, my heart swelling with gratitude.
A black sheer dress, huh? I had to admit, it was an intriguing idea. It was a bold choice, but one that I was willing to consider. With a smile, I replied to the comment, "You know what, I'll see what I can do about that. Thank you for the suggestion, it's definitely something to think about. Stay tuned, E-cuppers!" I hit send, a sense of excitement and anticipation coursing through me. I couldn't wait to see what my followers would think of my decision. But for now, I had to focus on the task at hand. I had a video to edit, and a deadline to meet. I opened my laptop, my fingers dancing over the keyboard as I pulled up the footage from my latest solo-camping trip. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder.
In the next day, after uploading another edited solo-camping vlog to Ucast and a gravure photo from the trip to Imaginers, I found myself eager to start my search for the perfect dress for the Creators Award night. I wanted something that would make me feel confident, elegant, and true to myself.
I stood in front of my mirror, my heart pounding with excitement as I slipped on a long-sleeved crop top, the soft fabric hugging my curves in all the right places. The top was a deep, rich black, with a low neckline that accentuated my cleavage. I turned to the side, admiring the way the top clung to my midriff, exposing a sliver of skin that I knew would drive my followers wild. I paired the top with a pair of high-waisted jeans, the denim faded and worn, a testament to the countless hours I had spent exploring the great outdoors. I slipped on a pair of black combat boots, the laces tied tightly around my ankles, and then I grabbed my black cap, and placed it firmly on my head.
I knew it was an unusual choice for a shopping trip, but I couldn't risk drawing unwanted attention to myself. My E-cup breasts were already a magnet for stares, and I didn't need any extra help in that department. The cap was my shield, my way of blending into the crowd, of being just another face in the sea of shoppers. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the task ahead, and then I stepped out of my apartment, ready to face the world.
As I walked through the bustling streets of the city, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The noise, the crowds, the constant chatter - it was all overwhelming, and I found myself longing for the quiet solitude of my solo-camping trips. But I had a mission to accomplish, and I wasn't going to let my introversion hold me back.
I made my way to the nearest mall, the glass doors sliding open to reveal a world of endless possibilities. The scent of fresh coffee and sweet pastries filled the air, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I knew what I was looking for, and I was determined to find it.
I stepped into the grand department store, my eyes widening at the sheer selection of dresses that greeted me. Racks upon racks of gowns, cocktail dresses, and evening wear stretched out before me, each one more exquisite than the last. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the task ahead, and began to make my way through the labyrinth of fabric and sequins.
As I browsed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sheer variety of styles and designs. There were dresses in every color of the rainbow, from classic little black numbers to bold, statement pieces that would turn heads on any red carpet. I ran my fingers along the silky fabrics, my mind racing with possibilities.
Suddenly, a perky voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Excuse me, miss? Can I help you find something?" I jumped, startled, and turned to see a sales promotion girl, her eyes bright and eager. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," she said, her smile never wavering. "I just noticed you seemed a bit lost. Are you looking for something in particular?" I hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit awkward, but then I remembered why I was here. "Actually, yes," I said, my voice steadying. "I'm looking for a sheer black dress. Do you have anything like that?" The salesgirl's face lit up, and she clapped her hands together. "Oh, absolutely! We have a stunning collection of evening wear upstairs. I'm sure we can find something that's just perfect for you. Follow me, please." She turned on her heel and began to lead me towards the escalators, her enthusiasm infectious.
I followed her, my eyes scanning the racks of clothing as we passed, my mind still racing with possibilities. As we reached the top floor, I was greeted by a sight that took my breath away. Racks upon racks of elegant, sophisticated gowns stretched out before me, each one more stunning than the last. The salesgirl led me to a section dedicated to sheer dresses, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation and excitement.
"Here we are," she said, her voice filled with pride. "These are our sheer black dresses.
I think they'll be perfect for you," the salesgirl said, her smile as bright as the store's chandeliers.
"Thank you," I replied, my cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and awkwardness. I grabbed three different kinds of sheer black dresses, each one more elegant than the last. One was a simple, sleek number with a high neckline and long sleeves, perfect for a more conservative look. Another was a daring, plunging neckline with a short hem, sure to turn heads. The last one was a flowing, floor-length gown with a sweetheart neckline and delicate lace detailing. I couldn't wait to try them on and see which one made me feel the most confident and true to myself.
I headed to the fitting room, my heart pounding with anticipation.
I tried on each of the three dresses, one by one, and stood in front of the full-length mirror, admiring the way the fabric clung to my curves. The first dress, with its high neckline and long sleeves, made me feel elegant and sophisticated, but it also made me feel a bit constricted. The second dress, with its plunging neckline and short hem, made me feel bold and confident, but it also made me feel a bit exposed. The third dress, with its flowing skirt and delicate lace detailing, made me feel like a princess, but it also made me feel a bit too fancy for the occasion. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something felt amiss. I stepped out of the fitting room, the dresses still clinging to my body, and placed them back on their respective racks. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was missing something, that there was a dress out there that was just perfect for me.
I thanked the salesgirl for her help and exited the department store, the cool air of the mall's interior greeting me as I stepped out. I looked around, my eyes scanning the various storefronts that lined the bustling corridor. I had a feeling that I needed to look somewhere a little more... unique.
My gaze fell upon a small, quaint dress boutique nestled between a high-end perfume shop and a trendy sneaker store. The boutique, named "Boudoir," had a vintage charm that I couldn't resist. I took a deep breath and made my way towards it, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anticipation.
As I pushed open the heavy wooden door, a small bell chimed overhead, announcing my arrival. The boutique was dimly lit, with soft, warm lighting casting a cozy glow over the racks of clothing.
The scent of old books and fresh flowers filled the air, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia and comfort. The walls were lined with vintage mirrors, their silver frames tarnished with age, and the floor was covered in a plush, cream-colored rug that muffled my footsteps as I walked deeper into the store.
The sales promotion girl, a young woman with a warm smile and sparkling eyes, greeted me with a polite nod. "Welcome to Boudoir," she said, her voice soft and melodic. "I'm Casey. How can I assist you today?" I hesitated for a moment, feeling a bit out of place in this cozy, intimate setting. But then I remembered why I was here, and I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the task ahead. "Hi, Casey," I said, my voice steadying.
"I'm looking for something specific today. Do you have any sheer black dresses?" I asked, my voice steadying. Casey's smile faltered slightly, and she bit her lip, thinking. "I'm sorry, Marina," she said, her voice soft. "We only have one sheer black dress in the store. It's a bit... unique. But I think it's absolutely stunning.
Would you like to see it?" I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. A unique sheer black dress? That sounded exactly like what I was looking for. "Absolutely," I replied, my voice filled with determination. Casey smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement, and she turned on her heel, leading me deeper into the boutique. We walked past racks of vintage-inspired clothing, each piece more beautiful than the last, until we reached a small, secluded corner of the store. Hanging on a delicate gold hanger was the dress, a vision of elegance and seduction.
The fabric shimmered like thousands of stars, catching the soft light and casting it back in a mesmerizing dance. Casey's eyes sparkled with excitement as she held it up for me to see. "This is our one and only sheer black dress, Miss. It's a showstopper, if I do say so myself. Would you like to try it on?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she were sharing a secret.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, and followed Casey to the fitting room. The dress rustled softly as she hung it on the hook, the sound like the gentle patter of rain. I reached out, my fingers tracing the delicate fabric, feeling the cool, smooth texture. It was unlike anything I had ever touched before.
The fabric was incredibly soft, almost like silk, but with a subtle sheen that caught the light and made it shimmer. It was also incredibly tight, like a second skin, hugging every curve and contour of my body as if it had been tailored just for me. The dress had long sleeves that ended just past my wrists, and the skirt flared out gently before ending mid-thigh, leaving my long, toned legs on display. But the most striking feature of the dress was its navel-plunging neckline, which dipped so low that it left a tantalizing glimpse of my navel exposed. The sheer fabric seemed to cling to my skin, accentuating every curve and leaving little to the imagination. I couldn't help but gasp as I watched my reflection in the mirror, my heart pounding in my chest.
The sheer black dress was a revelation, a masterpiece that hugged my curves in all the right places, accentuating my E-cup bust and long, toned legs. I turned to the side, admiring the way the fabric shimmered, casting a mesmerizing dance of light across my skin. I felt like a goddess, a queen, ready to take on the world.
But as I turned to admire the dress from the side, I noticed something amiss. I looked down, my eyes falling to my breasts, and I realized with a start that the bra I had worn underneath the dress was not a good match. The lacy, intricate design clashed with the sleek, sophisticated lines of the sheer black dress, and it created an awkward, unseemly bulge. I bit my lip, considering my options. I couldn't go to the award night with such a mismatched ensemble. It would be sacrilege to ruin the perfection of this dress with an ill-fitting bra.
Without hesitation, I reached behind my back, unfastening the clasp of my bra. The cool air of the fitting room hit my skin, and I shivered slightly, both from the sudden chill and the thrill of feeling so exposed.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and my breath caught in my throat. Without the bra, the dress looked even more stunning, the fabric clinging to my curves like a second skin. But then, I noticed something that made my heart skip a beat. My nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material, standing at attention, hard and erect. I blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. I had never been one to shy away from a little risqué, but this was a whole new level. I could put my bra back on, but that would ruin the perfection of the dress.
But I couldn't show up with my nipples on display either. I was in a dilemma, torn between the desire to wear the dress and the need to maintain some semblance of modesty. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anxiety. The sheer black dress was a masterpiece, but it was also a double-edged sword. It was stunning, but it was also incredibly revealing.
I couldn't go to the award night with my nipples on display. I had to figure something out. I quickly slipped the dress off, leaving me in just my panty. I couldn't help but feel a bit exposed, but I was determined to find a solution. I rummaged through my bag, pulling out my trusty black crop top and high-waisted jeans. I quickly changed, the familiar fabric feeling comforting against my skin. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I was about to do. I stepped out of the fitting room, ready to face the consequences.
Casey was already waiting outside, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Well?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you think?" I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Casey, I think I found the one," I whispered, holding up the sheer black dress for her to see. But as I looked down, I realized with a start that my nipples were clearly visible through the sheer material. I blushed, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over me. "Casey," I whispered, leaning in close. "I think I have a bit of a problem.
My nipples are visible through the sheer material of the dress," I whispered to Casey, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment as I held up the sheer black dress. Casey's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly recovered, her professionalism shining through. "Oh, I see," she said, her voice calm and reassuring.
"Don't worry, it's not a problem. We can fix that." She paused for a moment, thinking. "I have an idea. There's an accessory shop across Boudoir. They sell nipple tape. It's a quick fix that will keep everything in place until the award night." She smiled reassuringly, her eyes sparkling with determination.
I nodded, relieved. "Okay, that sounds like a plan. I'll buy it later." I turned her attention back to the dress, my heart pounding with excitement. I couldn't believe how perfect it was, how it hugged my curves in all the right places. But then, I saw the price tag. 2,600 Guld. My heart sank. Mymodest apartment rent was only 1,200 Guld monthly. I couldn't afford to lose this dress, but I also couldn't afford to buy it. I bit my lip, considering her options. I had saved up some money from her content creation, but it was meant for my upcoming solo-camping trip. I couldn't dip into that.
That money was meant for my escape, my solace, my solo-camping vlogs. Ineeded that time in nature, away from the noise and the crowds, to recharge and refocus. But I also needed that dress. I needed to feel confident, to feel beautiful, to feel like the best version of myself when I stepped onto that stage. I needed to make a choice.
An idea began to take shape in my mind, a solution that would allow me to have both. I could postpone my solo-camping vlogs for a week, maybe two. I could use that time to create additional gravure photos for Imaginers, my loyal followers who supported my art and my passion. I could offer them a special deal, a limited-time offer, where they could purchase a bundle of my photos at a discounted price. I could make enough money to buy the dress and still have enough left over for my camping trip.
It was a risky move, but I was willing to take the chance. I knew her E-cuppers would support me, would be excited to see me in the stunning sheer black dress. I could feel the weight of the decision, the gravity of it all, but I also felt a sense of determination, of purpose. I was going to do this. I was going to make this happen.
I was going to wear this dress to the Creators Award night. I took out my credit card, the cool metal feeling like a lifeline in my hand. "Casey, I'll take it," I said, my voice steady and determined. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I knew you would," she replied, taking the card from my hand.
"Let me just ring this up for you." She turned to the cash register, her fingers dancing over the keys as she entered the price. I watched as the total came up on the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. It was more than I had ever spent on a single item of clothing, but I knew it would be worth it. I had to have this dress.
Casey handed me the bag, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Here you go, Miss."
I smiled, taking the bag from her hand.
"Thank you, Casey. I'll make sure to wear it to the award night." I whispered to her, "Do you have any other tips for the dress?" Casey's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Well, Miss, besides nipple tape, you could wear black panties or a thong. Thong is preferable, and you shouldn't use any pantyhose. Also, black heels would be fitting." I nodded, considering her advice. "Thank you, Casey. I'll keep that in mind." I said, my mind already racing with ideas. I couldn't wait to see the reaction of my E-cuppers when they saw me in the stunning sheer black dress, their support and excitement fueling my determination. I had a feeling that this dress was going to be a game-changer, a symbol of my confidence and my passion for my art.
But first, I needed to address the elephant in the room - or rather, the nipples in the dress. I stepped out of Boudoir, the cool air of the mall greeting me as I made my way towards the accessory shop across the way. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, a mix of excitement and anxiety coursing through my veins. I knew I had to find a solution, and fast.
As I pushed open the door to the accessory shop, a small bell chimed overhead, announcing my arrival. The shop was small and cozy, with shelves lining the walls and a glass display case in the center. Behind the counter stood a middle-aged woman with a warm smile and kind eyes. She looked up as I entered, her gaze flicking over me briefly before settling on my face.
"Welcome, dear," she said, her voice soft and gentle.
"How can I assist you today?" "Hi," I said, my voice steadying. "I'm looking for nipple tape. Do you have any?" The woman's eyes widened slightly, but she quickly recovered, her professionalism shining through. "Of course, dear," she said, her voice calm and reassuring. "I have just the thing. Let me show you." She turned to the display case, her fingers dancing over the various items as she searched for what she was looking for.
"I have a few different types of nipple tape," she said, her voice soft and reassuring. "Which color are you looking for, dear?" I hesitated for a moment, considering my options. I knew that the sheer black dress would be the perfect complement to my fair skin and blue eyes, but I also wanted to make sure that I blended in with the other guests at the award night. "Black," I said, my voice steady and determined.
"I want something that will blend in with the dress." The woman nodded, her eyes sparkling with understanding. "I have just the thing," she said, her voice soft and reassuring. She reached into the display case, her fingers wrapping around a small, black box. She turned to face me, holding the box out for me to see. "This is our best-selling nipple tape," she said, her voice filled with pride. "It's made of medical-grade silicone, and it's virtually invisible under most clothing. It's also hypoallergenic, so it won't cause any irritation or discomfort." She opened the box, revealing a roll of thin, black tape.
"This should do the trick," she said, her eyes flicking to the bag in my hand. "Is that the dress you'll be wearing?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. I nodded, pulling the sheer black dress out of the bag for her to see. She took it from me, her fingers tracing the delicate fabric, a look of admiration on her face. "This is stunning," she murmured, her eyes shining with appreciation. "It's going to look amazing on you." She handed the dress back to me, her gaze thoughtful. "You know, I have an idea," she said, turning back to the display case. She rummaged through the various items, her fingers finally settling on a roll of skin-colored nipple tape. "This might be a better match for your dress," she said, turning to face me.
"It's skin-colored, so it should blend in perfectly. Plus, it's a bit more discreet than the black tape." I took the roll of skin-colored nipple tape from her hand, examining it closely. It was thin and flexible, with a slight sheen to it. I could see how it would blend in with my skin, making it virtually invisible under the sheer fabric of the dress. "Thank you," I said, my voice filled with gratitude. "I'll take this." The woman smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're welcome, dear. I hope it helps." I paid for the nipple tape, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anticipation.
I couldn't wait to try it on, to see how it would look under the sheer black dress. I thanked the woman behind the counter and stepped out of the accessory shop, the cool air of the mall greeting me as I made my way back to my apartment. I couldn't shake the feeling of excitement that was coursing through my veins, a sense of purpose and determination that I hadn't felt in a long time. I was going to wear that dress, and I was going to make it work. I walked briskly through the bustling corridors of the mall, my mind racing with ideas and plans. I couldn't wait to get home, to try on the dress and see how it looked.