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.

After introducing the third member, Michelle instructed each of them to come forward; they lined up, and she affixed a small brooch to each of their outfits. Subsequently, she handed out small boxes, each containing a gold necklace, and small envelopes containing a paid voucher for a tattoo.

"Each of you is to always wear either the brooch or the necklace to symbolize your membership in the Order," Michelle explained. "In addition, you will also receive a special tattoo on your right breast just above the nipple, featuring our Order's symbol."

Promptly, Sheri changed to a new slide depicting Michelle wearing the brooch, tattoo, and everything with a visible sense of pride written all over her face. The symbol of the Order was a heart with a rose beneath it, with the rose's blossom adorned in a vibrant red ruby. The tattoo on her breast mirrored this design, with the rosebud in red and the heart outlined in black and yellow.

Michelle's next statement caught Laura off guard. "If you do not wish to comply, please speak up now and leave."

Laura's thoughts raced. She loved the jewelry, but the idea of a tattoo seemed too extreme. However, seeing the resolve of the other women, she gathered the courage to proceed and remained silent about her reservations about the tattoo. 

When she arrived at the tattoo parlor, she wondered if she really had the gumption to go through with it. After all, it was her breast they were going to tattoo, and it wasn’t the thought of the needles but who would be doing the work.

When a young woman greeted her, she felt more at ease. The young woman guided her to a separate booth filled with photos of other women with the Order symbol on their tattooed breasts. As Laura sat there, she imagined her photo being up on the wall with the others for all to view. Keeping this in mind made her vow not to show any weakness when they tattooed her.

Days after receiving her tattoo, Laura received a phone call from Sheri, who revealed that she had a new quest coming for her.

"What? I thought I passed. I'm a member now, and I even got the tattoo," Laura protested.

Sheri explained that the quests were videoed and photographed, and then made available for sale on the Order's website.

"What?! You mean my pictures will be for sale on the internet...No way!" Laura exclaimed.

Sheri responded with, "Yes, they will be. You agreed when you became a member and received the tattoo."

Laura quickly regretted not saying anything about the tattoo (something so permanent, as opposed to the brooch and the necklace) back at her inauguration ceremony.

Sheri added, "The good news is you get paid and receive a fee every time someone downloads your video. It could be worth thousands."

Laura had entered a world she could have never imagined, and the revelation that her quests were recorded and sold on the Order's website left her both shocked and bewildered. She had, unknowingly, signed away her privacy and now faced the prospect of her most intimate moments being made public.

Despite her initial apprehension, Laura decided to embrace this new reality. The appeal of the Frivolous Dress Order was powerful, and she found herself fascinated by the prospect of financial gain and the fact someone would pay to see her doing a quest. She reasoned that if others were willing to pay for these images, then perhaps she was more attractive than she thought. And for once, she could finally have the exciting social life that she lacked for so long as a new member of the Order.

Once again, a lavender envelope appeared with a new set of instructions to follow. She was to go to a specific table at the Trattoria Restaurant by the window and have dinner by herself exposing her right breast, ensuring her tattoo was in plain sight. Reservations were already made for her at seven on the next night. The instructions said everything was preordered – even down to the wine selection – and already put on the Order’s account. With the new quest in hand, Laura set out for dinner at the Trattoria Restaurant downtown. She chose her attire carefully, opting for a conservative but revealing outfit that would make her feel somewhat comfortable. As she sat by the window, she discreetly exposed her right breast, all while trying to maintain an air of nonchalance.

The patrons and the waiter in the restaurant seemed oblivious to her. She fully expected the waiter to comment on her exposed breast as he brought her preordered meal, but to no avail. And she couldn't help but wonder if the world had become so desensitized to such displays that no one cared anymore. Sipping her glass of wine, she watched people passing by outside the window, and once again, she felt a strange mixture of vulnerability and liberation. No one questioned her, no one confronted her – it was as if she was invisible.

Minutes turned into what felt like hours, and Laura's confidence began to waver. No one seemed to pay her any mind, and her exposed breast seemingly went completely unnoticed, even by her waiter.

She considered covering up and leaving in embarrassment, but just as she was about to give in to her doubts, a young woman sitting at a nearby table glanced in her direction and smiled. Laura felt a rush of adrenaline as their eyes met. The woman appeared to be in her late twenties, and her expression was one of subtle admiration and understanding. Perhaps she recognized the tattoo and knew of the secret order, or just felt sympathy for Laura’s angst.

Encouraged by this stranger's reaction, Laura continued to eat her dinner, her right breast exposed to the world. She thought of herself as a member of a secret sisterhood, bonded by a shared love for avant-garde self-expression. She then covered her breast before leaving the table despite wanting to leave it out as she exited the restaurant to see if she was truly invisible.

After completing the quest, Laura returned home, knowing that another video of her would soon be uploaded to the Order's website. The thought both excited and terrified her. She had entered a world where the boundaries of privacy and exhibitionism blurred, and she couldn't help but wonder where this journey would lead.

Days turned into weeks, and Laura continued to receive new quests, each one pushing her further out of her comfort zone. She became more skilled at the art of subtle exhibitionism, all while maintaining her shy quiet demeanor. She found herself bonding with some of the other members of the Order, forming a sisterhood built on shared experiences and secrets.

One evening, as she attended another meeting at the Hilton, Michelle announced that the Order decided to create a charity foundation. The funds generated from the sale of their content would now be channeled toward helping women in need. Laura felt a sense of purpose in knowing that her actions, however unconventional, were contributing to a greater cause.

As the months went by, Laura's perspective on the Frivolous Dress Order shifted. What began as a daring adventure to escape her dull life transformed into a membership in a unique community of women who defied societal norms and used their actions to empower themselves and support others.

Laura continued to embrace her role in the Order, tattoo and all, with a newfound sense of pride. She discovered a world where unconventional choices led to unexpected connections, and she was determined to make the most of it.

And so, with each quest completed and each image shared, Laura continued to walk the fine line between privacy and exposure, discovering that sometimes, it was in the most unconventional places that she found a sense of belonging and purpose she had never known before.