Laura always lived a quiet and uneventful life in her small apartment, and she worked diligently at her secretarial job to the detriment of her social life. She didn't have many friends and spent little to no time interacting with people beyond a professional setting. Needless to say, she was in for quite a surprise when she received a curious lavender envelope sealed with an embossed foil seal at her front door.
Upon finding the envelope, she immediately tore it open to find an invitation inside that was like nothing she had ever seen before. It was an invitation to join an exclusive club – The Frivolous Dress Order. The document explained that not just anyone could join this Order; each member was personally invited by the Frivolous Dress Council, and the applicant needed to be recommended by an existing member. Prior to joining, the applicant would be carefully screened and tested by the Council with three quests.
Laura was both intrigued and puzzled. What the hell are these quests? she thought. Why were they required to join? As far as she remembered, she knew absolutely no one from this mysterious order, and she immediately wondered if it was a prank by one of her coworkers. And yet, there was that official-looking air about it that said otherwise.
The first of three quests arrived a week later in another lavender envelope, sealed with the same foil seal. It instructed her to "Go Out into Public Wearing the following Outfit," and avoid interacting with anyone. The outfit described was a sheer blouse that was displayed on a mannequin at the entrance of the named department store. She was instructed to try it on without wearing a bra. Then, she had to walk out of the changing room into the store's waiting room and wait there for ten minutes.
After spending several days contemplating the strange task, she decided to go for it. She figured that it might add some excitement to her otherwise boring life. Little did she know, the journey would take her to unexpected places.
The thought of this “quest” made Laura both nervous and excited. She worried about what people would think, but the appeal of joining the secret club motivated her to complete the assignment all the same. Rather than wearing her auburn hair down as normal she pulled it back and wore sunglasses in an effort to disguise herself. She found the blouse on display and picked the same one in her size to try on. Standing in that waiting room, wearing the sheer blouse, and her breasts clearly visible made her stomach tie itself in knots as she expected the worst. Fortunately, she only attracted a few stares and no interactions.
Two days after completing the quest, she received another envelope with a photo of herself in the sheer blouse, which sent shivers down her spine realizing that she was being watched and photographed.
The next quest was even more daring. Laura was instructed to wear a blouse unbuttoned with one breast completely exposed while sitting on a specific downtown park bench for at least 30 minutes. Suffice to say, this was riskier than the previous quest, as it was impossible to pretend it was an accidental exposure. She hesitated for days, fearing the consequences of being caught, but eventually, she decided to take the plunge.
To Laura’s surprise, nobody noticed (or seemed to care to notice her) as she sat in the park with the sun shining on her exposed breast. It left her feeling oddly undesirable, and she questioned her own attractiveness, wondering why nobody paid attention to her. But I’m in my early thirties, she thought. I keep myself in good shape. I have a nice set of boobs. She quickly brushed away her insecurities when she reminded herself that she was doing this for a reason – to become a part of the exclusive Order.
The final quest was the most challenging; she had to wear a short skirt with no underwear and a white tank top with a strap down, exposing her left breast. She needed to sit in the second-floor lobby, across from the elevator of the Taylor building, for at least thirty minutes. Just as before, a photo of her last quest arrived as a reminder.
Laura proceeded to mull over the daring task for a week, and ultimately, she caved in and followed through with it, hoping that this time, someone would notice her. As she waited on the second-floor lobby bench, she felt nervously excited as she listened to the elevators pass by her floor. Finally, after twenty-nine minutes, an elevator stopped at her floor, and a young Asian woman stepped out; it was Sheri from the nail salon that Laura frequented regularly.
Frozen in place, Laura couldn't believe her eyes. Wait...Sheri’s a part of the Frivolous Dress Order? She wondered.
Sheri confirmed Laura’s suspicions when she asked, “Did you follow the instructions exactly?”
Laura nodded yes, and then Sheri surprised her again when she asked, “Lift your dress and show me.”
“Here?” Laura blurted out.
Sheri nodded yes in response, prompting the auburn-haired initiate to dart her eyes around the room to check for any bystanders. Once she was sure no one else was around, she reluctantly lifted her dress to reveal her bushy pubic area. Instantly, she regretted that she hadn’t trimmed beforehand, and her insecurities about her pubic hair started to sink in; along with this, her feelings of exposure and outright vulnerability. God, if someone’s hiding here watching, they must think I’m sick, she worried.
Sheri smiled and handed her another lavender envelope. “Welcome to the Order,” she said, before leaving without another word.
Laura sat down on a nearby bench and tore open the envelope to find another note that read the following:
"Congratulations, Laura! You have been accepted as an official member of the exclusive Frivolous Dress Order. And we cordially invite you to our inaugural gathering next Thursday evening at the downtown Hilton Iris Room, beginning at 7 pm. Expect delightful cocktails and exquisite Hors d'oeuvres."
Laura felt a surge of surprise upon discovering her newfound membership. And yet, there was a sliver of apprehension at the prospect of attending the meeting that she couldn’t ignore either.
Once Thursday arrived, her nervous excitement reached its peak and she found herself on edge throughout the day as she looked forward to the evening's meeting. She left her home early to ensure punctuality but ended up arriving too early, so she waited in her car until just a few minutes before 7 pm.
Upon entering the Iris Room, Sheri warmly greeted her and guided her to Michelle, the head of the order. Michelle was stunning in her appearance – expertly styled long black hair and wearing a tailored grey pinstriped business suit over a sheer white blouse. In addition to these, a gold heart necklace with roses of bright red rubies and a matching brooch.
Laura scanned the room, observing a diverse assembly of women of varying age groups and appearances. Some were undeniably beautiful, while others had a more unassuming charm, yet they all exuded a profound self-assuredness.
Laura mingled and sipped on cocktails while engaging in casual conversation. However, no one broached the subject of the Order, despite Laura's subtle attempts to steer the discussions in that direction.
Eventually, Michelle called for everyone to take their seats for the meeting's commencement. She extended a warm welcome and announced that the evening would involve introducing the new members. And Laura immediately took comfort in knowing that she wasn't the only newcomer.
As Michelle introduced the second newcomer, Laura felt a surge of pride when Sheri described her successful completion of three quests, which she showcased in a captivating slide show. Seeing herself perform the quests with such confidence filled Laura with a newfound sense of empowerment. Although she never once saw anyone photographing her, every moment was captured from multiple angles. How they did it was beyond her.