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Date: 2/26/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: BabyDragon, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

beige, tan or mocha." "Okay," I nodded, although I never wore pantyhose, seeing them as a man-made invention to sexualize women. Becky added, "No fucking way." "What?" Amber asked. "If we're taking royalty out for a night of American debauchery, she isn't going to be all prim and proper like that fucking duchess chick who is always pregnant." "Do you mean Princess Kate?" I asked, who I admired immensely as a woman of class. "Yes, that fucking chick," Becky nodded." "She dresses with class," I point out. "Exactly," Becky agreed, "and tomorrow night is not about class, it's about ass." "How poetic," Tamara laughed, shaking her head. "Meaning?" Amber asked, clearly annoyed by Becky's usual meandering without a point. "She needs to be in thigh highs," Becky declared. "Delicious," Tamara nodded in approval. "Agreed," Amber also nodded. "Do you own any thigh high stockings?" "No, I don't even know what they are," I admitted. "Fuck, you are precious," Becky said, shaking her head, her tone implying she didn't mean it as a compliment. "Go to Victoria's Secret on the way home and buy some, and probably a thong," Amber instructed, "I'm guessing you only have grandma panties." I didn't know what grandma panties were, but I shrugged lying, "I have a wide range of knickers." "Knickers," Becky scoffed. "You really are fucking precious." Tamara scolded, "Stop picking on Dione, she just comes from a different world." "Yes, Mars," Becky quipped. "Enough," Amber said, raising her voice. ... "Stop being such a bitch, Becky. You are making us Americans look judgemental and petty." "Whatever," Becky said. "I'll buy what you suggested," I said, desperate to fit in. "Great," Amber smiled, "tomorrow will be the beginning of a new world for you." "I can't wait," I said, feeling like I was finally beginning to fit in...a little bit at least. After work, I purchased a few new things including a couple pair of thigh high stockings (which were just pantyhose without the top half I learned), a new lace bra with a matching thong and three new sexy pairs of knickers. I was ready for my Americanization, I chuckled to myself. ..... The dress Amber brought for me was not something I would ever wear at work and would never have worn it before this day. I even pointed out that the red dress, which was beautiful, but short, would barely hide the top of the lace top stockings. Becky called me a prude, continuing to judge me. It pissed me off and made me want to prove to her I wasn't a stick in the mud. "You know, in England, most see American women as prudes," I countered. "How so?" Becky questioned, challenging me. "It's all window dressing," I continued. "What the fuck does that even mean," Becky questioned, clearly perturbed by being challenged by me. "You talk the talk," I responded, "but you don't walk the walk." "And you do Princess Virgin?" Becky countered, her voice dripping with disdain. "I've shagged lots of blokes," I countered, which was kind of true, depending on your ...