Sixteen

“Voila, what do you think?” Monique appears in my room as she does a 360 and poses for me, a smirk gracing her lips.

I swivel around in my dresser chair as I look at her, glancing at the outfit and her look.

“Are you gonna say something anytime soon?”

“Don’t you think it’s a little slutty?”

“Great. That’s what I was going for.” She says as she smiles and walks toward my dresser mirror, standing beside me as she cleans the smear of lipstick on the corner of her lips and smacks her lips together.

“I thought we were going for hot-and-sexy today,” I say, running my fingers through my wavy hair as I stare at my reflection in the mirror.

“Ugh. I thought this looked good.”

“You look good, really. With the whole denim shorts and crop top and boots. I’m wearing a dress.”

“Yeah, you should fit that tight ass in a dress. You’re not gonna get some in some jeans anyway.”

“There’s nothing wrong with wearing jeans.”

“I know. But men stare at women in dresses more than they stare at women in jeans.”