Chapter 47

**Chapter 47**

I knew she was right.

After a few more minutes, Irene finally found a blouse and a skirt. I frowned at the skirt and raised my eyebrows at her.

“I’m fine with my pants,” I said, gesturing to them.

“Yeah, but this blouse really needs a skirt,” she replied. “Trust me, I know fashion. I bought them as a set.”

Her confidence made me stop and think. Maybe she was right about the outfit.

“they deserve to be worn as a pair.”

I sighed and shook my head at her.

“Don’t you have a shirt that you can wear on its own?” I asked her.

“Yes, but this would look so cute with…”

“Come on, Judy,” she said, sticking out her bottom lip. “Just humor me. Try it on! If you hate it, you can change it into something else. But I really believe you’ll look gorgeous in this.”

“I’m just going home, Irene,” I said. “I don’t need to look beautiful in anything.”

She rolled her eyes and waved away my concern.

“Please,” she begged again.

I sighed and gave in.

“Okay,” I said.

“I finally said after a moment of silence.

She clasped her hands together and smiled widely as she handed me the blouse and skirt. I had to admit, they were a cute combination, and I hated that I actually liked them.

I liked her clothing. I hated that I liked her, but Irene made it hard to dislike her.

“I’ll give you some privacy to change, and I’ll be back in a few minutes,” she told me with a grateful smile.

an exciting smile as she quickly rushed past me and out of the bedroom.

I sighed and stood in the middle of her room, feeling lost. Ethan’s scent was so strong that if my eyes were closed, I would have thought he was right there with me.

Irene’s bedroom felt like a typical teenage girl’s room. It was clear that she had lived here since she was a child.

Her dresser was filled with pictures from prom, though her date had been cut out of all of them. Irene had decorated her space with memories, showing a glimpse into her past.

She wore a tiara, showing everyone that she was indeed the prom queen. On her bookshelf, she displayed cheerleading trophies, and her walls were decorated with posters of various singers.

The floor was made of hardwood, and there was a large pink rug in the middle of the room.

The pink bedspread and curtains matched perfectly in the room.

Thinking about how Ethan had spent so many nights here made me feel sick to my stomach. I swallowed hard against the bile that rose in my throat as I took off my last shirt.

Feeling a wave of frustration, I walked over to the trash barrel and tossed my shirt inside.

Inside, there was no saving it at this point.

I carefully took off my pants, picked them up from the ground, and folded them neatly. I placed them on her bed while I looked at the outfit she insisted I wear.

It was a cute outfit, but the blouse had a V-shaped cut that showed a bit of cleavage. I realized that my bra wouldn’t look good underneath it. I wished I had a better bra to wear.

I definitely wasn’t going to borrow Irene’s bra. I also didn’t want to give her the chance to offer me one of hers.

I lifted the bra over my head and tossed it onto the bed, feeling my breasts finally break free from their restraints.

I walked over to the full-length mirror on the other side of the room and looked at my reflection with a frown. My breasts were full, and my hips were curvy. My belly showed small abs from all the core training I had been doing.

**Chapter 47**

For most of my life, I had a feminine appearance. I took pride in my body because I had worked hard to achieve this figure. I was proud of what I had accomplished.

I felt confident in my looks and enjoyed how I presented myself.

Ethan was such an idiot for not realizing how lucky he would be to have me. I mean, come on, I was hot! Any guy would be lucky to get his hands on my body. And then there was Irene—she was also stunning. It was no surprise that any man would want her too.

I sighed as I slipped into the skirt, feeling a mix of frustration and determination.

I slid the skirt over my hips. It was short and showed off my legs perfectly. Irene was a bit shorter and slimmer than me, so I wasn’t surprised that the skirt fit me tighter than it would have fit her. But overall, it looked good on me.

I walked back to the bed where I had left my shirt. Just as I was about to pick it up, the bedroom door swung open. I gasped and quickly turned around, only to find Gavin standing there.

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