Hi! It’s me! Lily!
Jack and I actually had a bit of a fight tonight. It was our first one. I know, you’d think it was because he was… being a boy, right? Being insensitive, or demanding something from me, or this or that. But no!
We had a fight because he… agreed with Sabby.
I told him what Sabby told me, and he said that he loved me, and he respected me, and he didn’t want me to do things that made him respect me less. I told him that how I dress shouldn’t have anything to do with how he respected me, and he said that whether it should or not, it does. He asked me if I would still respect him if I found out he was flirting with women, even if he thought it was entirely innocent?
I countered back that I wasn’t flirting with anyone and that wasn’t a fair comparison, and he said that wearing sexy outfits was flirting in a way, even if I didn’t have any target in mind. I got angry with him, and told him that he didn’t have any right to tell me how to dress. He said no, he doesn’t, but he does have a right to have an opinion about how I dress, and that it’s not fair to him to expect to have my chocolate and eat it too (yes, he said that, the silly billy!). I don’t think we were really mad at each other, but we signed off in a huff, and I was sad.
I went to talk to Sabby about it and she sighed. I don’t understand what they’re trying to tell me! Why should it matter if I wear a maid outfit or not? Isn’t it my choice to wear what I want???
Sabby just stood up and went to her room. A few minutes later, she called me up. I went in, and she was wearing a very skimpy outfit, that left very little to the imagination. She looked very good in it, and I blushed.
“Sabby!,” I said. “That’s not decent!”
“Why not?”, she said, and sat down on the bed, well, giving herself a wedgie. “It’s my right to wear what I want, right? Why should it matter if I wear this?”
“Because… because… GRRR!!”, I said. I couldn’t think of a reason. But it did.
“Now how would you feel if I wore this into the supermarket?”
“I’d be embarrassed!”
“Why?’, she asked. “It’s just clothing!”
I sighed. “But it’s not decent! People might… get the wrong idea! … ooooooohh.”
“And you think people would get the right idea if you were walking around wearing a maid outfit?”
I sighed. “They might think I was… wearing it for their entertainment. Even if I wasn’t.”
She pointed down at her… proud assets. “Wear these things for people you want to enjoy them,” she said. “Not for people you don’t care about. Because they won’t care about you. Now scoot, this thing is tight and I don’t like wearing it for very long.”
I went back to my room, and called up Jack.
“Why?”, he asked. Typical boy, dragging it out. Like him being right wasn’t bad enough.
… “Because this is only for you,” I said, looking down.
“I’m not a jerk, Lily,” he said, quietly. “I know you like to dress nicely, and I know you have a nice body. There’s nothing wrong with that. But… let some things be just for us. Please?”
“Do you want me to take my swimsuit pic off Patreon?”
“It’s a swimsuit. It’s not the same thing. You wear it to swim, not to show off. I hope, anyway.” He smirked.
Why is Sabby so smart? I hate it when she’s smart!
Jack and I are okay now. I think. I know I can wear what I want. But some things… are only for him.
I guess a part of growing up is knowing what you’re allowed to do… and knowing when not to do it anyway.