Ashley leant towards the mirror and gently teased the curls of her jet-black hair until they were perfectly arranged. She shook her head a little, letting them bounce about her forehead before returning to precisely the position she intended, her new haircut was great. She leant in even closer and pouted her lips, she took the ruby red lipstick which she kept beside the sink and twisted its base allowing the waxy stick to twist gently into view. With the precision of a girl in total control she painted the stick across her lips and smacked them loudly as she returned the tube to the counter. Now she really was ready.
Her curly black hair framed her delicate pale face and the dark eyeliner and bright red lipstick highlighted her features and gave her the look of a person who wasn't to be messed around with, at once both a seductive queen of a woman and a terrifying enemy if you crossed her. She headed out of her en suite and into her bedroom, clutching a towel tightly across her pert young breasts. She allowed the towel to drop to the ground, leaving her naked body exposed.
Quickly she stepped towards her bed and reached for the outfit that she had left there earlier. She took the panties first, a cute black pair, and pulled them up her slender legs, shaking her butt a little as they molded themselves around her perfect contours. Next she went for the matching bra which she quickly placed over her head, careful not to mess up her hair. She leant forward and fastened the small clasp at the back before reaching down towards her bed and taking the next item. She pulled her skinniest pair of blue jeans up her slender thighs, jumping a little as she did to allow them to squeeze their way up her body.
She turned and looked at herself in the dress mirror, she smiled as she took in everything she saw; her bra-clad breasts looked perfect atop her flat, well toned stomach. Her jeans were perfect for her, so skinny that they showed off the perfection of her form whilst still leaving the parts which really mattered to the imagination of anyone who looked upon her. Stood, as she was, in just a bra and jeans gave her an odd sense of empowerment, this ensemble made her feel really sexy, she wasn't sure what it was that made her feel this way but she usually dressed herself in this order just so she could admire herself in her bra and jeans.
Despite her satisfaction with her outfit so far she knew she had to put on a little more, she was no slut and liked to make her admirers work for what they desired, tonight would be no exception. She reached back down to the bed and picked up a white cotton singlet, she pulled it carefully over her head, eager once again not to ruin her immaculate hair.
She turned to the mirror once more, she looked great and she knew it. She reached over to her dresser and collected a leather belt which she threw around her waist and quickly tightened. Then she leant down towards the floor and picked up her newest pair of black leather heels, they were so minimalist that from a distance it would look as though she was barely wearing shoes at all, but from up close the eyes were treated to a visual feast as through the thin leather straps her red-polished toenails, matching her fingers and lips, were clearly visible, complimenting the rest of her ensemble perfectly. She looked at her appearance once more in the dress mirror, at twenty years old she may have been practically a girl but she carried herself like a woman, and it was as a woman, and not a girl, that she felt that night.
She headed downstairs into the living room of her family home, she would usually show off her new outfits to her mother before she went out anywhere, Ashley's mother was as fashionable as her daughter and Ashley really appreciated the praise that she got from her.
She stepped through the living room door and walked out in front of the couch where her mother, Emma, sat with her husband, James. As she stepped towards the duo she felt a little like a catwalk model stepping out in front of an adoring crowd, in reality, of course, there was only two spectators but Ashley felt as though she was walking out in front of dozens.
"Very nice," her mother cooed, inspecting her daughter's attire, "who's the lucky guy?" she added, with a wide smile on her face.
"Nobody in particular," replied Ashley, acknowledging with a smile that she realized her mother was trying to force a reaction from her.
"You look very nice sweetie," said James, ever supportive of everything his daughter did.
"Thanks."
"Are those the new heels?" asked Emma, her vision drawn towards her daughter's feet.
"Yep," she placed her foot on the couch between her mother and father. "Good aren't they?"
"I may have to borrow those," said Emma, a distinct note of jealousy in her voice.
"Well maybe," said Ashley "If you're good I'll let you." She remembered how her mother had always rewarded her own good behavior in similar fashion when she was younger.
The three laughed.
"So where is it you're going tonight?" asked Hannah.
"Just the eclipse lounge then maybe somewhere else, I'm not really sure."
"Oh, just the eclipse lounge eh?" said Emma, emphasizing the word just. "Quite the little socialite I've bred here," she added, nodding toward Hannah.
"Take no notice, honey," said James. "You have a good time."
"Don't be back too late," said Emma as her daughter headed towards the door, "there's something I need to talk to you about," she looked gravely towards her husband who bowed his head a little in shame.
This was all missed by Ashley though who simple replied, "Sure thing Mom, bye," before heading out the door and into the night.
James waited until he was sure that Ashley had left before he said anything. "Are you sure we have to tell her?" he said, his concern evident, "what if she doesn't take it well?"
"She's my daughter," replied Emma, angrily, "I can't lie to her, and lately I've noticed a change in her demeanor, I'm sure she's ready and I'm sure she will accept it."
"So long as you're sure," said James, his head still bowed.