Feels Like the First Time
	Chapter Two


	“No! No, no, no, NO! You are not wearing that!”
      
	 Misty glared at Chanelle with a slightly incredulous look, “what?”
      
	 Chanelle glared right back at her before collapsing onto the floor with 

and exasperated sigh. “Honey, it’s cute, but that is not what we are going for 

here.”

       “Huh.”

       Chanelle clicked her tongue sympathetically, and waved her long, pink 

nails towards Misty’s silvery dress. “It’s a lovely dress, but that wasn’t what 

I was thinking. You look virginal, delicate, and sweet.”

       “So?”

       “So, I was thinking more sex-goddess, like this,” she said as she pulled 

a short black dress out from Misty’s colossal walk in closet.

       Misty grinned, leave it to Chanelle to find the sexiest thing she owned, 

which was way back in her closet, and insist wear it. It was a *very* short 

dress with a slit running up the left side of it. It was low cut, with thin 

straps, and showed off a lot of her chest.

       “You don’t think I’ll look like a slut?”

       “Yes, I do. I defiantly think you will, but that’s good! Show those guys 

you are the hottest damn thing to ever cross paths with them!”

       “Well…” Misty fingered the dress, “I guess so…”

       “Yes!” exclaimed Chanelle. “Now, where is this party?”

       “Dunno.”

       “Is it formal or casual?”

       “Dunno.”

       “Is it at a club or a house?”

       “Dunno.”

       “What do you know?”

       “Nothing…”


       Chanelle glared at Misty, “how am I supposed to know if it’s casual or 

what?”

       Misty shrugged with a guilty look on her face.

       Chanelle rolled her eyes and smiled at her friend antics, and busied 

herself with finding shoes and accessories. Half an hour later Misty was dressed 

in the black dress; completed with high black heels, silver bracelets, a black 

pocketbook, and a thin silver locket. Now for the hair and makeup.

       “I hate you.”

       “What?” Misty glared at Chanelle, “whaddaya mean ‘you hate me’?”

       “You have a perfect face. You do not need any makeup.”

       Misty glanced at her face in the mirror. Her skin was naturally smooth, 

her eyes were bright, and her lips and cheeks were a soft red. She giggled 

innocently, “sorry”.

       “Hmmph!”

       Chanelle pulled out a curler and began curling Misty’s hair into separate 

pieces. 

       “Why aren’t you out with your latest boy toy?” wondered Misty.

       “Oh,” Chanelle said “you mean Franky. He cancelled on me, that bastard, 

something about his mom being in the hospital, whatever.”

       Misty laughed. Chanelle was the most insensitive person in the universe, 

so of course, she had a new boyfriend every week.  

       “Ta-da!”

       Misty gasped at herself in her full length mirror. Her hair had soft 

curls and waves in it, and it was held back from her face with a black clip. Her 

only makeup was clear lip gloss. Her dress hugged her boyish frame perfectly; 

Misty was amazed to see that while she was very slender, she was large in all 

the right places. Her heels showed of her toned legs and delicate feet. 

       “You are one hot bitch!”

       Misty’s intercom buzzed to life. “Ash is here,” her doorman, Paul, said.

       “Oh, got to go.” Chanelle gave Misty a quick peck on the cheek, grabbed 

her bag, and raced off.

       Ash waited nervously downstairs. He hoped Misty thought he looked good, 

in his black dress pants, and white dress shirt. He ran a hand nervously through 

his hair, and caught a glimpse of Chanelle.

       “Hey,” she called, “Misty looks great, you’ll love her. I convinced her 

to wear the sexiest dress; she is going to blow some minds tonight. Much love, 

bye.”

       Ash stared after her. He liked Chanelle enough she was just so… there 

wasn’t even a word to describe her.”

       “Hey, Ash.”

       Ash glanced up and kept staring. Misty looked…hot. Despite the fact that 

he had known Misty for years, and they had been to many parties together, she 

tended to dress more reserved, not like this at all. When she walked her hips 

swayed slightly, and her thigh was revealed due to the slit in the dress. It was 

cinched around her waist, and very, very low cut. Soft waves of red hair framed 

her face. Ash, (being a guy) couldn’t take his eyes off her.

       Misty was thinking the same thing. Ash was dressed in typical “male 

wear”, black dress pants, a tie, and a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. 

It looked as if he had made a pathetic attempt at brushing his unruly hair, and 

he held a bouquet of flowers.

       Misty sniffed them tenderly, “they look like the one’s right outside the 

building, how nice.” She glanced at him expecting a clever retort, but he just 

continued to stare at her, mainly her chest. She waved a hand in front of his 

face, “earth to Ash, come in Ash.”

       Ash glanced up at her, “you look amazing!” 

       Misty turned bright red, and fidgeted with her dress. “You really think 

so?”

       “Yes! You look great!”

       Misty didn’t know she could blush so much, not to say she wasn’t enjoying 

this. It wasn’t often that Ash was speechless around her. “You look good too.” 

       When Ash didn’t respond she linked arms with him, “shall we go?”
       
       
       
Disclaimer- Same as last time, I don’t own Pokemon.
I know that chapter was kinda boring, bear with me. Reviews please.

-A