Mother opened the door to find a rotund gentleman with a handlebar mustache holding a large package.
“Delivery for Lena Daelyra,” he stated.
Mother gave me a perplexed look, then signed for the package. When she finished, the man waltzed away with a smile.
“For…me? From whom?”
“It’s anonymous,” Mother said, turning the package all around.
We both shrugged, and Mother placed the package on our kitchen table as I closed our door. I just glared at it.
“Well, are you going to open it or me?” Mother asked, barely holding in her excitement.
Hesitantly, I grabbed a knife, slowly opening the package. When I flipped open the lids, Mother gasped, and my mouth popped open. I held the fabric and pulled up, revealing a stunning navy-blue gown. My mouth was still open as I placed the dress on the bare table and picked up the small note that lay inside the box.
I cannot wait to see you dancing in this.
All my love,
- Quill
My face flushed, and I pulled the note close.
“From Quill?” Mother asked.
I nodded, placed the note in my pocket, and grasped the dress once more.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathed.
It was a halter-style gown made of tulle and pongee. It plunged down the front, and the back was open. Navy and silver flowers spilled down one side of the front, delicately spreading out as they traveled down the dress.
“That had to have cost a fortune, the detail…” She shook her head. “That boy is head over heels.”
I smiled, hugging the dress.
“Well, are you going to try it on?” she added.
“Yes!” I squealed.
I ran to my room, stripped off my clothes, stepped into the gown, and hoisted it up, tying the tulle top around my neck. I called Mother in after that to zip what little fabric was on my back.
When she finished, I turned to my mirror and reddened when I saw myself.
“Completely stunning,” Mother said with silver in her eyes. She quickly went to wipe at them.
I had never felt beautiful before, but in this dress, I certainly felt special. The plunging neckline ended just below my sternum, and my breasts lay nicely.
I twirled, the skirt flowing around me.
“You’ll have to help me with my hair and makeup on Saturday,” I beamed.
“Like you’ll need it!” she giggled. “But, yes, of course, I will!”
After taking my time and enjoying being in the gown, I hung it up carefully in my closet. I grimaced when I slipped back on my cream sweater and leggings, but as drab as they were, they were comfortable.
After dinner and washing up, Mother turned in early, and I decided to give it a go at the contraceptive elixir.
Wild carrot seed, pennyroyal, wormwood.
