#Micro Minidress

[wearurpantieslove]

Playing around with different skirts. Skater skirt is go-to for me. But I've always loved lycra too.

[luckyroll3]

Crimson Lights: Chapter 11

Back in my apartment, I wake from a too short nap. After sitting on the bed for a few minutes to catch myself, I head to my closet to find an outfit. I’m now regretting agreeing to go out, as I literally have nothing to wear. I haven’t been shopping in ages and most of my clothes are either too casual or too corporate. I decide on a black t-shirt dress I think I can make club appropriate with a thick belt and boots. If I actually had female friends here, I could borrow something, I say to myself. I hadn’t put any effort into making friends once I met Chris, which is not great.

As I scrutinize my outfit choice, my phone rings unexpectedly. I pick it up and see that it’s from the call box at the entrance to the building.

I answer the call and put it on speaker phone. “Hello?”

“Delivery for Dr. Kay Miller?” the voice asked.

Delivery? “Are you sure?” I ask, perplexed.

“Apartment 1007?”

“Yeah...”

“It’s for you then,” he confirms.

“Okay. I’ll buzz you in.” I hit 6# on my phone. A minute later there’s a knock at my door. I pad barefoot to the door, flipping the lock and swinging it open to reveal a delivery man holding a garment bag—the kind that promised something far more exquisite than my usual casual wear. "Dr. Kay Miller?" he asks again, his eyes flicking down to his clipboard.

"Um, yes, that's me," I reply, taking the bag with a curious tilt of my head and signing the clipboard next to my name. The delivery man nods, offers a practiced smile, and turns on his heel, leaving me alone with the mystery in my hands.

Once he’s gone, I close the door and unzip the bag slowly, revealing several items of clothes. The first is a dress that makes my breath hitch—a sequined minidress with long sleeves and plunging neckline. The sequins were swirls of colors, yellow, emerald green, maroon, purple, black. I peek at the tag, gasping when I see Balmain. The next item is a backless halter top, made of a black mesh fabric draped from the neckline to the hem in black and silver rhinestoned chains. There’s also a black micro skirt with a small slit over the left thigh area. Both are from a designer I had never heard of. I open the card pinned to the front of the garment bag.

Just in case you didn’t have anything to wear.

-Felix

Felix's taste is impeccable; these are no ordinary outfits. And clearly expensive. I try on both. Slipping into the dress feels like stepping into another skin, one that is daring and bold. It clings to every curve I didn’t know I had and the deep v neckline makes my small but perky boobs look amazing. The halter and skirt combo also look fantastic on me. My bare back is on full display, save for the delicate clasp around my neck and the 2 subtle chains that secure the top in place just below my shoulder blades. I can't believe how perfectly both outfits fit me, as if they were tailor-made for me. I decide to save the Balmain dress for a special occasion and wear the two-piece outfit tonight.

As I finish my makeup, Chris’ name flashes across my phone screen. “Hey you,” I answer.

“Hey. The car is here,” he responds. “I’m about to get into the elevator and can swing by your apartment.”

I pause for a moment, knowing that if he comes to my place, we'll never make it out the door. “We both know what will happen if you come here. We’ll get distracted,” I tease.

He chuckles on the other end of the line. "You're right. I'll meet you at the elevator then." After a short pause, he continues, “You know, that’s twice you’ve turned me down today. You’re no fun.” I can hear him pout through the phone.

"Oh, I'll make it up to you later," I promise before ending the call and grabbing my small wristlet. I quickly make my way to the elevator.

As the elevator doors open, Chris' eyes widen in awe. He takes my hand and pulls me close, his breath warm against my bare shoulder. "I thought you weren't trying to distract me," he murmurs before pressing a kiss to my skin. “I’m gonna need to have a talk with Felix.”

“I think he’s in the wrong business,” I joke.

“Clearly.” He pulls me in for a deep kiss. The elevator dings and we reluctantly break apart as the doors open on the ground floor. Hand in hand, we make our way outside. As we walk, I can't help but smile as I wipe away a smudge of lipliner from Chris' lips.

Chris walks in front of me to open the lobby door. “Look at that cake,” I say, eyeing his ass. “I’m gonna need you to wear leather pants more often.” He grins as he tries to cover his butt with his free hand. “Too late! Yum,” I tease. As I walk out the door, I give his ass a squeeze.

A few feet away, I see one of his drivers holding open the door to a large SUV. I climb in and take a seat across from Han. “Damn,” he exclaims loudly.

“Very nice,” Minho says calmly, in stark contrast to Han’s theatrics.

“Thanks.” I reply as Chris settles into the seat next to me and grabs my hand.

“Felix?” Han asks curiously.

“Yeah, fucking Felix,” Chris laughs.

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The booming bass of the music greets us as we enter Eclipse, one of the night clubs owned by the Crimson Syndicate. Lights pulse in sync with the beat, casting colorful shadows over the crowd. The air is thick with the scent of perfume and sweat. The chunky heels of my boots click on the glossy floor.

Han leads us to one of the VIP areas on the second floor. The space is opulently decorated, with plush seating areas arranged around elegant round tables. Each table has a display of premium alcohol bottles, different mixers, an ice bucket, and glasses. I spot Felix and Hyunjin chatting and sipping on cocktails in the largest area near the back.

Felix's face lights up when he sees me, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He beckons me over with a twirling motion of his finger and I follow, my body spinning in one slow revolution."Yes!" he shouts, clapping his hands together in approval. Hyunjin's gaze travels from my legs up to my face and back down again, a smirk playing on his lips as he takes a sip from his glass. I choose to ignore him.

I wrap my arms around Felix in a hug, laughter bubbling out of me. "Thank you," I say sincerely. "That was so sweet." Taking a seat next to him in the booth, I ask, "How did you know my size?"

"I didn't," Felix responds with a charming smile. "But I have a keen eye for fashion and I knew you would rock either outfit. You shouldn't be hiding all of that.” As if on cue, Hyunjin slides over the vodka tonic he just poured, setting it in front of me.

I mutter a curt "thanks" in his direction. He simply nods in response, his silence piquing my curiosity. But I decide not to engage and turn back to Felix who starts sharing about the other outfits he considered sending instead. He’s so excited to have someone to dress other than his brothers and I get the feeling that I’ll be seeing a lot more looks over the next few weeks.

As we chat, I glance over and see Chris engaged in a conversation with a man just outside the VIP area. They share a laugh and Chris pats him on his back. Their exchange is cut short as they are approached by a stunning woman. She glides towards them with a confident grace, her turquoise bodycon tank dress accentuating every curve. Her long dark hair cascades behind her like a waterfall, reminding me of Cher’s iconic look. She says something to the man, then turns to Chris. She flashes him a seductive smile as she greets him and they exchange words. I can see from the way she touches his arm and then moves her hand to his neck that there is an intimate familiarity between them. My suspicions are confirmed when she whispers something into his ear and places a gentle kiss on his jaw, just below his earlobe.

Chris seems unfazed, the corners of his lips turning up into an amused smile as he chuckles at her words. As he responds to her, he smoothly grabs her hand, moving it away from his neck before giving it a gentle squeeze and releasing it. She seems a bit taken aback by whatever he’s telling her. He nods in my direction. Chris catches my gaze and winks. The woman turns towards the booth, giving me a quick once over, before returning her attention to Chris. With a few more words exchanged between them, she leans in again, this time for a less intimate air kiss against his cheek before walking away.

A few moments later, Chris joins us at the booth sitting next to me. He leans in close to me and whispers in my ear, “That’s Jenna. A past fuck buddy. Nothing to worry about. I made it clear that I’m taken.” He lightly kisses my temple.

I give him a small nod, acknowledging the reassurance he gives me. In return, I press a quick kiss to his lips. “Okay,” I say, hoping that my voice conveys that I trust him completely.

“That’s it?" he asks cautiously, his eyes searching my face for any lingering doubts.

“Yeah,” I reply loud enough for only him to hear. “If you tell me it’s nothing to worry about, then I believe you.” I give him another affectionate kiss, this time to reassure him that I’m not one of those jealous girls who worries about past relationships. “Plus, I don’t know that I’d have the patience to deal with all the girls you’ve fucked,” I laugh, causing Chris to smirk. He grabs my hand and kisses it before he makes himself a drink.

I turn back to Felix, who was now asking me about my favorite designers. I note that Hyunjin has disappeared.

Han and Minho eventually join the booth, and the 5 of us have random conversations about everything. After finishing my second vodka tonic, I walk to the railing to look at the dance floor below. My eyes drift across the space, drawn to the fluidity of a familiar form.

Hyunjin is a vision, his body moving with an almost feline grace among the crowd. There is something unapologetically raw and mesmerizing about the way he dances—every dip and twist and hip motion a silent testament to the beat that commanded him. I can’t take my eyes off of him, the spark of attraction I had felt earlier flickering within me.

"Enjoying the view?" Chris' voice, low and teasing, brushes against my ear. His chest presses against my back and I feel his arms slide forward around my waist.

I turn slightly, catching the glint of mischief in his eyes even in the semi-darkness. "It's... interesting," I admit, feeling a blush warm my cheeks.

"Interested in Hyunjin?" Chris murmurs, kissing the back of my neck as he waits for my response.

"I’m not sure," I find myself whispering back, uncertainty lacing my tone despite the boldness of my gaze remaining fixed on Hyunjin below us.

"It’s okay if you are," he says as he squeezes me a little tighter.

There was an ease to his acceptance, a freedom I hadn't known I craved until this moment. It unsettles me as much as it excites me, this open door to possibilities I hadn't let myself consider before.

The thumping bass of the club seems to sync with the rapid beating of my heart as Chris' words linger in the air between us. I turn to face him, my pulse quickening at the prospect of what he was suggesting.

“What's the deal with you and Hyunjin?” I ask, I drape my hands behind his neck.

“Hmmm…we had a short-lived, tumultuous teenage romance, fueled by overwhelming hormones, intense emotions, and illegal substances. You know, when you’re 15, and everything feels like a life-or-death situation?” He shakes his head and chuckles as he continues, “Every argument is over the top, every breakup is dramatic; each one more devastating than the last and always the end of the world.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “I wish,” I say. “I certainly felt that way about my celebrity crushes. But I didn’t really date until college, so I missed out on all the teen dating angst.”

“Well, that was me and him. We thought we were madly in love at the time, but it was just infatuation. We were young, impulsive, reckless, and horny. And we had nothing and no one else in our lives, so we clung to each other. The relationship was all-consuming, overshadowing everything else. I don’t even think it lasted more than 7 or 8 months, but it felt like a lifetime because of how intense it was. And then it was over. We got distracted by other people and other things, as you do when you’re a teen, and moved on.”

“Interesting,” I say. “And since then?”

“And since then, we’ve just lived our lives. Every once in a while, we’ll have a moment…”

“And share?” I interrupt, recalling the information I learned earlier.

He laughs. “Yes, and share. But we haven’t had a threesome in a couple years, I think.” He eyes search mine for a reaction. "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to be with someone else, even Hyunjin...as long as I can watch. And as long as you come back to me. If it’s something you want to try, we should explore that."

The idea flutters in my chest. As I contemplate his proposition, I find myself envisioning Hyunjin's fluid movements, the suggestion of power in his lean form. There is an undeniable allure in the thought, a curiosity that tugs at me with the promise of forbidden pleasures.

"Chris, I—" My voice falters, uncertainty knotting my words.

"Take your time," he assures me, his lips brushing against my temple in a kiss. "There's no rush. We do this together, or not at all." He is offering me a world where the rules were ours to make, where the boundaries of passion could be expanded and explored.

"Let's just enjoy the night," I decide, not ready to leap into the abyss just yet. "We can talk about this later."

"Whatever you want, beautiful." Chris murmurs, accepting my indecision with a gentle nod. I feel his hands slide down my lower back to cup my ass. He leans down to kiss me. It starts off tender but quickly intensifies.

“Oh my gawd! Get a fucking room!” Han screams again.

Chris and I laugh as we break apart. “Let’s go dance,” I say, pulling him towards the stairs leading to the dance floor.

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Outfit Inspirations

[awesomehoggirl]

PRIMMY AWESOMEHOGGIRL TOP VINTAGE/SECOND HAND FINDS OF 2023

5. long faux fur vest

4. cream lace mini dress

3. long grey knit jumper with studded cross

2. fitted black micro cord jacket

1. black leather tassel cowboy boots

honourable mentions: grey striped buckle micro skirt, american flag shorts, black ruffled asymmetrical minidress, grey polka dot hell bunny corset dress. Honestly there are others im forgetting too i was on the grind this year

[voximago]

a terrible new sideline

Tumbling down the old-skool fashion doll slope I somehow ended up here?

These tiny Integrity creatures are like potato chips. There are too many ways to collect. Are you a completionist? Do you like hunting down rarities? Are you a curated theme kind of person? You are? Uh oh.

I will confess right here that (luckily for me) about 75% of what I’ve seen from Fashion Royalty and the other Integrity doll lines does nothing for me. I find it all too pretty, too severely code-compliant. But then, something nutty happens. 

Would you like a severe white European lady wearing Bergdorf Goodman, topped with a creepy black lace half-veil? An Indian gentleman in man bun, expedition jacket, and mary janes? How about a Tibetan martial arts guy wearing hakama and a splendid pleather jacket? No? Perhaps an astonishing Mexican trans model in micro-sequins with some of the best bone structure you have ever seen on a doll? Unfortunately, Integrity does all of this. Pricing will seem, not reasonable really, but in comparison to your standard ABJD, ominously within reach. The accessories are clever, the tiny 1/6 scale purses open, the shoes buckle. 

And then there’s Kimono Go Go Poppy Parker. 

I love this weird and cool girl with her highly pedigreed outfit, based on Rudi Gernreich’s indescribably peculiar kimono minidress of 1968.

[wearurpantieslove]

The mini dress works well with the sparkly tights

[megamijadeheart]

Me: I like knowing you well enough that I can forward you posts I find and are relevant to your interests.

Partner: <blushing> I like that too. The Star Trek: TNG one today was really good.

Partner: One of the things I like about the new one is they are trying to recapture the retro charm of the original series, but updated for modern sensibilities. Like the sexism with the minidresses is gone. The nurse character is wearing a flattering white jumpsuit, but so is every member of medical staff, male or female. So it's still a thirst trap, but it's treated as a uniform.

Me: see, I didn't mind the minidresses, I just think everyone should have had the option to wear them. Just have it be a standard uniform variation. Let Spock walk onto the bridge in a blue micro-mini and black gogo boots and go about his job like normal and no one says a damned thing about it.

Partner: <laughing> and McCoy?

Me: exactly! Picture Kirk sitting in his captain chair the way he always does, but micro-mini.

Partner: <breaking down blushing again> oh God, Commander Riker? The way he sits in chairs? That would be a Power Move.

[tanishafashion21]

A miniskirt is a skirt with a hemline far above the knees, typically at mid-thigh level, and typically no longer than 10 cm below the buttocks. it may also be separated as a miniskirt or simplified to just a mini. a minidress or miniskirt dress is a dress with such a hemline. A micro-mini skirt or microskirt is a miniskirt with a hemline that ends at the upper thigh, at, or just below the crotch or underwear level.

[suchananewsblog]

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[trendilyyours]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: ASTER THE LABEL Maddox Ribbed Knit Halter Neck Bodycon Mini Dress.

[strider6]

Stunning & Very Sexy in Black Latex Micro Minidress Black Pantyhose & Black Latex Stilleto Thigh Boots 🖤🖤🔥 🖤🖤

[euro-journal-english-news]

Hailey Bieber's Netted Minidress Screams Shipwreck Fashion

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[g-selle-b]

Gai Mattiolo Spring/Summer 2003

[andyh12a]

With her thigh high boots and micro-minidress she is dressed to thrill.

[marzipanandminutiae]

My friend can’t understand why Victorians showed so much cleavage, but not their legs. Can you help me think of an analogy to explain it to her?

Cleavage was definitely considered sexy and not something you’d want to show too terribly much of- or show at all during the day. Tits (Partially) Out was strictly an evening look. As for why that was okay, I could speculate till the cows came home about how nudity was way more common in publicly visible classical art at the time and breastfeeding was way less stigmatized, and therefore breasts weren’t as sexualized blah blah blah. And maybe those were factors, but breasts WERE sexualized back then. Really, why do humans do anything? Tasteful decolletage for evening was fine. I have no single, definite answer as to why.

The ankle bone’s connected to the calf bone, the calf bone’s connected to the knee bone, the knee bone’s connected to the thigh bone, the thigh bone’s connected to the V A G I N A and that’s why legs were risque.

(Okay, I doubt people consciously thought that every time they saw a performer in a short skirt, but it seems to have been the general idea.)

So I guess the analogy I’d use is: imagine someone wearing a moderately low-cut top. Now imagine someone going around in a micro-minidress with “PLEASE THINK ABOUT MY VULVA” printed on it. You’d definitely find the former a lot more normal than the latter.

I doubt that’s helpful, but I hope it somehow might be. Good luck!

[andyh12a]

I love her leather micro-minidress and her thigh high boots.

[suchananewsblog]

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