Make Me
Once we walked into my place, Nate headed over to take a seat on the couch while I went to get changed.
"What's the dress code for tonight?" I asked, digging through my drawers as I considered my options.
"Literally just wear like sweats or something," he laughed. "It's gonna be super chill."
I took his suggestion, picking out some grey sweatpants and a black Calvin Klein sports bra. I was a proud member of the Iddy-Biddy-Tittie-Committee, which was simultaneously a blessing and a curse. One of the main perks (for want of a better word) was that I could comfortably and confidently wear sports bras instead of shirts, something which I would forever be thankful for.
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