"Does this look okay?" Quietly, Davey stepped out of the bathroom, into her bedroom, thin frame hugged by a black, lace nightie. She'd thrifted it a little more than a week ago, but had just finally gotten the courage to try it on.

It fell down her frame to her midthigh, tight enough to see the subtle curve of her waist down to her legs, which she'd also recently waxed. She wasn't quite sure what she was yet, but she knew that whatever this was felt right.