Page 64 of Lucky Shot
Your favorite pieces of jewelry.
More minutes and I continue to study the pictures. The shape of his leg. The thin mesh of the stockings that end in lace. Now that I’m looking, it appears that the lace that borders the top of the stockings might match the lace of his underwear.
Another picture. Followed by a second. A pearl necklace. Gleaming white. It fits around his smooth neck exactly right. I have a hint of his jaw and the elegant slope of his neck leading to his shoulder and collarbone. The second shows a matching bracelet that’s slightly loose around one perfect wrist above a strong hand.
Me
Hair. Put something pretty in your hair. Whatever you want.
It takes longer for him to come back this time. When he does, his blond hair is half up with an elegant barrette. Then there’s a delicate tiara on his head. The picture is taken from the back at an angle, so I don’t get any of his face.
Me
Dress. Any dress you want.
It doesn’t take long this time. But he preempts it with:
Pretty Boy
I didn’t know which one to choose. I hope you like this one.
The picture is facing the mirror again and I can see from his chin down. He’s wearing a simple black satin dress. It falls to just above the edge of the stockings. It’s sleeveless, showing off his biceps, and cut low in the front, the V framing his pearls perfectly. The black of the dress makes them shine.
Me
How do you feel in the dress?
Pretty Boy
I… feel vulnerable. Lol
Me
You’re absolutely stunning, my Pretty Boy. Thank you for trusting me with these pictures.
Pretty Boy
Do you really like it? Do I look okay?
Fuck, my heart aches. I want so badly to pull him into my arms right now and just… rock him. Like I used to do with my sister’s doll.
Me
You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, sweetheart. I can’t wait to dress you.
I hit send before I realize the presumption I just made. My shoulders tense as I wait for a reply.
Pretty Boy
I’d really love that, Demi. It was surprisingly difficult to dress myself in these. I still feel like someone’s watching me, but it’s not a good feeling. I think I don’t want a lot of people to see me like this.
Me
It’s okay to keep this part of you to yourself. Don’t ever feel like you need to share it with anyone.
Pretty Boy
I want to share it with you. I just… a friend stopped over yesterday, and we were talking about being judged based on what we look like. I’d like to say that I’m strong enough not to get upset over someone having something nasty to say about what I wear or how I look. But… I think I would break down entirely if someone said something ugly about me like this.
