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"How does it feel?" Lily looked Catherine up and down, noticing that the dress originally prepared for Ida fit her surprisingly well.
"A little... uncomfortable..."
Although Catherine wasn't as tall as Ida, her legs were slightly longer, so the newly cut dress revealed more.
What made her even more uncomfortable was that, to enhance the effect, they had removed her stockings and the leotard she wore as underwear. In other words, Catherine was going without underwear...
"So Catherine..." Lily suddenly whispered in her ear, "Remember to wear underwear next time~."
"..."
Catherine felt her heart beating fast. At that moment, she felt an immense emptiness below, as if something was missing.
"Let's take a couple of pictures of Kate!" Ida, who had already changed her clothes, suddenly suggested.
"Wait, this is just a preliminary design. There are still some minor modifications to be made. It should be finished by tomorrow. Let's try it again tomorrow!"
Catherine breathed a sigh of relief; Lily had saved her from embarrassment.
"Maybe we could make an opening on both sides," said Jenny suddenly, who hadn't spoken until then.
"Really?" Lisa looked at Catherine's face and then at the dress. "That would look better on Ida, but Kate will probably look better in it in two years."
In any case, Catherine had come out unscathed. Back in her dorm room, Catherine took a shower and changed her underwear.
"Kate, I think you should wear prettier underwear. Wouldn't it look better on you?" Lily asked, looking at Catherine in her nightgown.
In fact, Catherine's underwear was quite "childish." Partly because she was too lazy to choose, and partly because the idea of wearing sexy clothes made her feel a little guilty.
"Besides, why don't you wear something like a tank top or a bra?"
"I haven't started developing yet." Catherine lay down on the bed.
"You're almost there. I think you'd better prepare in advance."
"Maybe."
Catherine flopped down on the bed and closed her eyes.
"Good night, Kate."
"Good night, Lily."
The light went out.
But that night, Catherine couldn't sleep.
Her mind was filled with the events of that afternoon. Even though she was now wearing underwear, she still felt empty down there.
She felt like she was in the depths of the sea, infinitely oppressed.
To relieve this oppression, she began rubbing her legs, trying to push the feeling away.
But as she rubbed her legs, a strange sensation gradually rose from her lower abdomen. Her breathing quickened and her body began to warm up slowly, but she insisted on wrapping herself in the blanket.
Catherine felt as if wings had grown and she began to rise slowly.
A gentle breeze brushed her cheeks and the pressure seemed to be released instantly. The pleasant sensation made her moan involuntarily.
The wings seemed to beat faster and faster, and then, gradually, she rose toward the clouds.
In an instant, the whole world seemed to cease to exist and her mind went blank. She had never experienced such a feeling before, either in her past life or in this one.
She passed through the clouds and saw the newly risen sun. The sunlight was so dazzling, and its warmth on her skin was so comforting...
Catherine quietly got out of bed, changed her underwear, which seemed to have been soiled, and then returned to bed. This time, she felt no frustration.
In her drowsy state, she didn't realize that the noise she made had awakened Lily, who was sleeping in front of her. Lily watched her with interest, but didn't bother her.
Catherine finally fell asleep, and that night, she felt an inexhaustible joy.
The next day, Lily woke her up, and seeing her ambiguous smile, Catherine felt a little guilty.
All morning, Catherine couldn't concentrate on her classes; she couldn't stop thinking about that strange sensation. Every time she sat down, she rubbed her legs, trying to recapture that feeling.
It wasn't until after lunch that she regained her consciousness.
But in the afternoon, she still couldn't concentrate on her classes, her mind preoccupied with the subject of miniskirts.
The more she thought about it, the more feasible her plan seemed.
So, after gym class, the first thing she said to the fashion club was, "I think we could start a fashion design company and market our new skirts. Sisters, wouldn't that be wonderful? Imagine if everyone loved our designs, made them fashionable, and they were popular for a hundred years!"
"Sounds great," said Lisa, pointing to her newly made miniskirt. Hearing Catherine's words, her eyes lit up.
Perhaps this was impractical in China, but it was perfectly common in the United States.
"But how exactly do we do it?"
"Maybe we should ask the teacher?"
The group discussed it animatedly.
After inventing the miniskirt, they were like discovering a new continent, throwing themselves into it with 100% enthusiasm.
"Maybe we should turn to venture capitalists? You know, it's very trendy lately."
"No, we should start our own business. Maybe we should find a man? After all, we're a little awkward and don't know how to run a company. We need someone with experience to help us."
"Girls, maybe we could try on our new skirts first and take some nice pictures?" Lily raised the camera.
"Yes, I can't wait either," Ida said cheerfully, then turned to look at Catherine: "Kate, you should try it on too. This time it's the finished version!"
Oh my God, how did she come up with that?
Catherine opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.
The only thing that saved her was that, after what happened last time, she had learned her lesson. After training, she changed back into her original clothes instead of wearing just an outer garment for comfort.
"This time I made some improvements. I think I could use stockings as an accessory,"
said Lisa, pulling out a pair of black stockings.
Stockings are different from pantyhose, especially in terms of texture. Although Catherine had worn pantyhose before, they were cotton, while stockings were nylon. She had never worn them before.