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After following Sharpay’s hurried steps up the stairs and down the long hallway to her room, Kelsi found herself in Sharpay’s closet. Kelsi had been into Sharpay’s room before, for a rehearsal, when the diva had been too tired to leave her bed (yet not too tired to run her eleven o’clock number from A Night on Curtain Street fourteen times). The closet was bigger than Kelsi’s room in her own house, maybe bigger than her house entirely, and it still barely had enough room to contain Sharpay’s extensive wardrobe. Sharpay was sifting swiftly through clothes hangers like a crazed mall shopper on Black Friday, while Kelsi stood by the door wondering if she should just leave and get away from whatever scheme Sharpay was cooking up.
“Ugh, I swear I just saw it the other day. I have just the right dress for you to really turn some heads tonight,” Sharpay called from behind a row of dresses. Kelsi wasn’t sure how she felt about ‘turning heads’. Usually she liked to wear outfits with layers of interesting textures and patterns, things she found at the thrift store. Her sense of style wasn’t exactly crafted to get people to gawk at her. But then again, here she was, trying to finally put herself out there at what could be the last event where she was surrounded by her classmates from East High. Plus, if anyone knew how to attract attention, it was Sharpay. Kelsi stepped further into the closet and parted the row of dresses Sharpay was searching around behind.
“Sharpay, it’s really nice of you to offer, but I don’t know if you have anything here that’s really my style,” Kelsi said quietly. Even though she was intrigued by the prospect of trying out one of Sharpay’s legendary outfits, running away and finding a big baggy t-shirt still felt like the ideal outcome of this departure from the party.
“Oh Kelsi, what you have is not style,” Sharpay shot back without even turning her head to look at Kelsi. “But this…” Sharpay turned and held out a small piece of folded black fabric, “This will get you started.”
Kelsi took the black fabric from Sharpay’s outstretched hand. It felt silky and light, and as gravity pulled the fabric down from her grip, Kelsi saw it take the shape of a simple black dress. There were two thin straps at the top, but otherwise the dress was unadorned: no pattern, no shape, no stitching. Just a black tube that flared out into a slight skirt that Kelsi guessed would barely cover her thighs.
“Okay,” Kelsi said as she turned the dress around to see which side was the front, “But what do you have that goes with it?”
Sharpay let out a quick, high-pitched laugh. “Oh sweetie, nothing goes with it. That’s the point of a black dress, it’s a void. There’s nothing on the dress to look at, so the eye wonders to the borders, where the dress meets the skin. It’s like the dress is a cold air, your skin is warm air, and your boobs and butt is where the thunder claps. And maybe some other things will clap there tonight if all goes well.” Kelsi gasped. Sharpay had always been a forward person, but now she was going places that Kelsi really wasn’t used to hearing about.
“Well hurry up and put it on, we’re missing the party,” Sharpay urged, just staring at Kelsi with her lip curled in that judgmental expression that Sharpay practically always puts on.
Kelsi hesitated. “Um, aren’t you going to leave so I can get changed?”
“What, like we haven’t changed together in a dozen different dressing rooms over the years? It’s just us girls here, Kelsi, relax! I’m not gonna perv out on you.” Sharpay started unzipping her top. “Here, I’ll change into a new outfit, too, that way we’re both busy.”
Kelsi just stood there stunned as she watched Sharpay remove her sequined top, leaving just a lacy pink bra. Then, Sharpay slid out of her skirt, revealing matching lacy panties. Her skin was tan and smooth from head to toe. Kelsi was surprised at how confidently mature and feminine Sharpay stood in her underwear.
“Hello, your turn!” Sharpay exclaimed. Kelsi regained her focus, and started taking off her wet tanktop. Now that she was in the closet, she didn’t mind the air on her skin so much. She tossed her top on the ground, unzipped her pants, and let those fall to the ground too. Now she was standing in her underwear, too, just a skin tone bra and faded purple panties. She tried to hurry and pull the dress on over her head, but Sharpay took a sudden step forward.
“Oh my gosh Kelsi, you look so cute like that! I didn’t know you had such a nice body under all those layers you wear… and you’ve got some nice boobs that are really going to fill out that dress.” Sharpay put her hands over her own chest and shook her petite breasts under her bra. “Mine are so small, but every time I ask daddy about getting work done on them, he ignores me!”
Kelsi just stood there, still holding the tiny dress in her hands in front of her, and watching Sharpay gazing down at her own chest. Kelsi couldn’t help but stare as well. Sharpay’s boobs weren’t big, but seeing the curve of her cleavage in such close proximity made Kelsi so curious. As Sharpay moved her hands away from the bra, Kelsi could see the outline of Sharpay’s pink nipples through the lace.
Just as Kelsi caught herself staring, Sharpay started up again: “Maybe this bra isn’t right for my outfit. What do you think, Kels? Should I go for it?” Sharpay held up a gold dress with a completely divided top section. The neck looked like it would be cut all the way down to the midriff.
Kelsi nodded a little too quickly, then remembered to actually speak out loud. “Yes! I mean, I guess it wouldn’t be very practical to have a bra on with that dress, the way it shows off all your chest like that.”
Sharpay looked back at Kelsi with a fiery excitement in her eyes. “Exactly! Oh, Kelsi, I knew you would catch on quick. Hurry and help me get this on before all the cute boys leave!” Kelsi still hadn’t put on her black dress, but she dropped it to the floor when she realized that Sharpay had turned around in front of her. Was she really about to unstrap Sharpay’s bra? She only hesitated a moment before she moved her hands gently to Sharpay’s soft back and unhooked the strap. Sharpay wiggled her shoulders to let the shoulder straps fall to the side, and Kelsi let the bra drop to the floor. Now she was staring at Sharpay’s shining, exquisite bare back. She didn’t dare move, as petrified of seeing Sharpay’s exposed chest as she was tantalized by the prospect of admiring the body of a such a notable beauty.
“Um, Sharpay, how do you put on a dress like that anyway?” Kelsi asked, trying to break the silence. That was when Sharpay turned around, revealing her bare breasts, just slightly protruding forward and forming the outline of an upside-down heart. Just as soon as Kelsi saw them, Sharpay had slid into dress and pulled the coverings over both of her shoulders. The dress was elegant, far too fancy for the graduation party they were about to return to, and Sharpay’s neckline was one that would leave Ryan Seacrest speechless, let alone the likes of Zeke and Jason.
“Okay Kels, as fun as it’s been having some high-quality girl time with you…” as Sharpay said this, she put her hands on either side of Kelsi’s torso, right where her bra meets her skin. “…I need to go downstairs and find a man who will last more than two minutes with the girl of his dreams. And you, my sweet piano player, need to find a man who will tickle your keys.” Sharpay playfully tapped her fingers against the side of her chest, just grazing Kelsi’s nipple as she pulled her hands back and fixed her own dress one last time.
“Right.” Kelsi appreciated the pep talk, but this ‘high-quality girl time’ had her feeling some type of way. She hoped that she didn’t appear so obviously flustered on the outside as she felt on the inside.
Sharpay turned and began to strut out of the room, before turning back and saying with a wink, “And even if you don’t find a guy to hook up with, at least you got some action in here with me.” Kelsi didn’t respond, but quickly bent down to pick up the black dress and put it on as quickly as she could so that she could re-enter the party at Sharpay’s very appealing side.