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Author: Norm DePloom
Title: Millie's Transformation
Part: 3 of 6
Summary:
Keywords: Ff, ff, oral, humil

   Caveat lector.

   If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.  If you don't like stories
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   Copyright (C) 2004 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved This story may not
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   All the characters and events in this story are fictional; any
resemblance to real people or events is entirely coincidental.

   Millie's Transformation Part 03

   By Norm DePloom

   When Millie entered the room she shared with Tami she found her step
sister laying in her bed, naked, with her right hand pinching one of her
nipples and two fingers of her left hand exploring the depths of her pussy.
Millie looked away and walked over to her own bed against the other wall.

   "Come here," Tami said holding out the hand that moments before had been
pinching her nipple.  Millie hesitated while she considered the possible
consequences of Tami going to her mother and complaining about Millie not
doing what she was told to do, then stood up and walked over to Tami.  Tami
took Millie's hand and pulled her stepsister down on top herself.

   "Let's fuck," Tami said as she slipped her leg between Millie's and held
Millie on top of her body.  Tami began to move herself against Millie's
leg. If she hadn't just been 'fucked' by this girl's mother, Millie would
not have known what it was that Tami wanted.  What choice do I have, Millie
asked herself as she began to move her hips in time with Tami's to amplify
the stimulation they both received.  Millie realized that though she was on
top and not underneath, Tami had positioned her hands in much the same way
as her mother had.  Was it possible, Millie wondered silently, that Judith
regularly 'fucks' her own daughters in the same way she just 'fucked' me?

   Unlike Judith, Tami kissed and sucked on Millie's neck while they fucked
each other, sending chills down Millie's spine and causing her pussy to
start flowing with lubrication.  Millie felt Tami's body pulse under her
just like it had when she was rubbing her with the soapy sponge, a moment
later her own body spasmed with another orgasm.  Millie had never had three
orgasm's in the same day much less all within one hour.  Both girls jumped
and came awake from a nap they had not even realized they were taking, by
the loud knock on the door.  They had napped still in each others arms.

   "Momma wants everybody to come to her room to dress for the rehearsal,"
Balinda's voice could be recognized on the other side of the door, "that
includes you Millie." Millie and Tami disengaged their arms and legs and
climbed out of Tami's bed.  Tami headed towards the door without getting
dressed so Millie followed behind her.  Balinda and Faye were already in
the room with their mother when Millie followed Tami through the door. 
Millie glanced at the bed, she could still see the messed up sheets where
she had been laying when Judith 'raped' her.

   "Did you do this," Judith asked Tami as she held Millie's chin up and
looked at her neck.  Tami nodded her head and Faye glared at her younger
sister.  Millie had no idea what they were talking about until Judith
released her chin and she could look at the mirror.  On the sides of her
neck were irregular angry looking red blotches.  She had heard of hickys,
and concluded that that is what these were.  The four females gave Millie a
lesson in applying make up, impressing on her that the next time she would
be expected to do it herself.  When they were done Millie was once again
looking at the face of a whore in the mirror.

   Every time Millie looked in the mirror and saw her short hair, the rage
would flair up; every time her rage threatened to erupt, Millie would
suppress it a little better; every time she suppressed her rage, she
shattered a little more; and every time she shattered a little more, the
emotional Millie pulled further away from the physical Millie who had to do
all of these scary and disgusting things.  Separating the 'real' Millie
from the 'physical', 'slave' Millie was the only strategy she had to deal
with the situation.

   Judith and her daughters put their own makeup on then Judith gave each
of them a dress to wear.  Just like the baby dolls at breakfast, the
dresses were all the same style and color; and just like at breakfast there
were embarrassing differences between all the others and the one Millie was
expected to wear.  To Millie's eyes they all looked more like slips then
dresses.  They were made of light, clingy, slightly stretchy material that
hugged the skin and molded itself to every curve, bump, and fold on their
bodies.  The tops were held up by spaghetti straps and the bottoms of the
dresses came to mid-thigh.  They were cream colored and slightly
iridescent. The material molded to their nipples and was thin and
translucent enough to allow just a hint of the color difference between the
breasts and the areolas to show, as well as just a hint of the outline of
their patches of pubic hair.  While their dress came down to mid thigh,
Millie's did not quit make it to mid fanny.  The lower half of Millie's
rear was left uncovered, and while her pubic hair was, mostly, covered in
front, the dress fell just short of covering her pussy.  Her dress was
thinner and more translucent than the others.  Not only were her nipples
and areolas plainly visible, her entire naked body was only slightly
obscured by the material of the dress.

   Maybe, Millie thought as she fought back tears, just maybe when daddy
sees me in this he will realize what a monster Judith is and how wrong it
would be to marry her.  It was only as she turned from the mirror that her
mind began to put together and connect the dots between the baby dolls at
breakfast; the inappropriately erotic matching bride and bridesmaids
dresses they had tried on; the matching 'please fuck me' dresses they had
just dressed themselves in for the rehearsal; and finally Judith's
statement when she was threatening to kill her in the bathtub '...I'll send
Tami in to comfort him...'.  Millie's knees almost collapsed when she
realized that, if he wasn't already, her father was going to be having sex
with Tami, Faye, and Balinda, not just their mother.  Millie wondered if
she was the bribe needed to make Faye go along with having sex with a man.
Millie's next thought stopped her dead in her tracks.  If the others
dressing in these matching slut costumes means that her father is or will
fuck them, what does it mean that Judith is dressing her the same way?

   "Hay, what's the matter?" Balinda said after colliding with Millie.

   "No...nothing," Millie stammered as she started walking again.  Her
dress seemed to be diabolically designed so that whenever she tugged at the
bottom trying to pull it down far enough to cover her exposed pussy, the
top would be pulled down off her breasts.

   As Judith drove them to the rehearsal, Millie's mind twirled it tight
circles going over and over the connections she had just made and trying to
fit them into what she knew of her father.  Nothing about what was
happening seemed to fit.  Nothing that she had learned about her dad from
living with him for fourteen years fit with what she saw and experienced
since he had met this woman.  How could this vile, evil woman have
enthralled her father in this way?  Was it really as simple as him liking
the way she performed oral sex?  Could he really be so anxious to fuck
Judith's daughters that he would abandon every standard of decency?  Had
she so misjudged the man who raised her?  Millie had no answers, but the
contemplation of the questions kept her mind off the hand between her legs.
Millie was jerked back to the current reality by the feel of a warm, wet
mouth sucking on her right nipple.  She looked down, the hand between her
legs was attached to Faye's arm and the mouth sucking on her nipple
belonged to Balinda.

   Millie hated her body for responding to her abusers, more than anything
Millie wanted to turn off the nerves coming from her breasts and pussy so
her body could not be controlled so easily.  As hard as she tried, Millie
could not stop the moan that seemed to fight its way up from her lungs as
if it had a mind of its own.  Tami turned around, and Judith looked at her
in the rearview mirror.

   "What a total lesbo slut," Tami said scornfully, "she couldn't wait to
climb on top of me and start fucking when she came into our bedroom." Just
as Millie opened her mouth to protest the truthfulness of Tami's claim,
Balinda firmly nipped Millie's nipple with her teeth and Faye pinched her
clitoris.  Like a Pavlovian dog responding to a bell, a louder, lustier,
moan escaped Millie's mouth instead of the words she intended.

   "Look at that," Judith added still watching in the rearview mirror, "she
moans like a whore making a porno movie as soon as another female touches
her." Millie could find no words to adequately describe the depths of the
humiliation she was feeling.  When they arrived at the hall where the
rehearsal was to take place, the evil gang of four rushed Millie from the
car and into the building as quickly as they could and ordered her not to
pull at the bottom of her dress.  As Millie stood just inside the door,
painfully aware of her erect nipples and the puffy, lubricant covered pussy
lips peeking out from underneath the dress, everyone turned to look at her.
Besides her father, there were several women and an older, dignified
looking man with a beard who Millie was to learn was the celebrant who
would perform the marriage ceremony.  Millie could feel her face burning
with embarrassment.

   "Stop that," Judith hissed, slapping Millie's hands away from her
exposed pussy, "if I've dressed you to display some portion of your
anatomy, don't you dare cover yourself." Until Judith slapped her hands
away, Millie had not been aware that she was covering herself.  It was just
a natural response to having people, including her father, looking at her
naked cunt.  Millie tried to move behind Judith and her daughters when her
father separated himself from the small group of people at the other end of
the hall, and started walking towards them.  The other four females closed
ranks behind Millie and would not allow her to hide.

   "How are all my beautiful women?" Nick held out his arms like he
intended to hug them all, then stepped back and looked more closely at his
daughter.  "You really look good enough to eat when you give up your baggy
clothes.  I think you and I both owe Judith a big thank you for making you
dress like the lovely young woman you are."

   "Sexy you mean," Judith said just loud enough for Millie and her
daughters to hear as she took Nicks arm and, turning him around, started
walking him back toward the other end of the hall, "she's already seduced
two of my daughters."

   "Oh, really?" Nick asked looking back over his shoulder at the four
identically and slutilly dressed females walking behind them.  "Which
ones?"

   "Now, now, let's let the kids have their little secrets.  Just be glad
all my children are girls or your young daughter might not still be a
virgin." Millie heard a chuckle coming from her father that sounded almost
lustful, she couldn't believe that her own father seemed to be happy about
his fourteen-year-old daughter having sex, even if it was with another
female.

   The double doors slammed open and the seamstress rushed in with dresses
on hangers held high up off the floor with both hands over her head. 
Judith and her three daughters turned and, squealing like little girls on
Christmas morning, rushed back down the isle to meet her.  Millie followed
them with considerably less enthusiasm.  She wasn't getting a dress, but
anything was better than hanging out with the group talking to her father.
Millie wasn't sure what was upsetting her more, that her soon to be
stepmother was forcing her to wear a dress that completely exposed her
pussy and outlined her breasts more obscenely than if they were naked; that
her father seemed to approve of the ultra slutty dresses in general and
seemed to not notice at all that his daughter was walking around exposed in
this way; or that he completely ignored, or just plane didn't notice, that
her long hair was gone.  Millie had been sure that Judith forcing her to
cut her hair would have gotten an angry response from her father.  Ignoring
the group at the other end of the hall, Judith and her daughters stripped
naked and then tried on the wedding dresses without even pretending to hide
themselves from view.

   "This," Judith said, holding up a tuxedo that the seamstress had brought
to the hall with the dresses, "is for you, you're going to be the ring
bearer.  Now take off your dress so you can try it on." Millie looked
pointedly at the group milling around her father; most of whom were
complete strangers to her.

   "Oh, puh-lease," Judith said in a mocking tone, "you think any of them
care if your naked or not?  You think you're going to look any more like a
whore naked than you do wearing that dress?" Millie could feel her face
once again turning red from humiliation and her eyes filled with tears as
she pulled the dress over her head then began to put on the tuxedo.  She
quickly discovered that there was no shirt with the tuxedo, just phony
shirt cuffs that slipped on her wrists, and a phony shirt front that hooked
around her neck and waist.  Her nipples rubbed against the inside of the
phony shirt front and, even after putting on the trousers and jacket,
Millie felt naked and exposed.

   "OK, girls, save it for the wedding," Judith said as she stripped her
wedding dress off and pulled the tight, stretchy, slutty dress back on. 
Judith's daughters and Millie followed her example.  It took Millie a
little longer to get out of the tuxedo and by the time she gave it back to
the seamstress, her dress was gone.  Looking around, with panic rapidly
threatening to choke her, Millie noticed Tami's grin and that her right
hand was behind her back.

   "Give me the dress," Millie could hear the demand and the panic mixed in
her voice.  When Millie lunged for the dress behind Tami's back Tami tossed
the dress to Balinda.  Millie tried to cover her nakedness as she moved
toward Balinda.  When Millie got close, Balinda tossed the dress to Faye.

   "Please," Millie begged looking into Faye's eyes while she walked toward
Judith's middle daughter.  Millie felt crushed when Faye, of all people,
tossed the dress back to Tami.

   "I can't help it," Faye explained with a shrug, "I like having you
naked." Millie looked over at Judith pleading with her eyes for her soon
top be step mom to do something, not that she really expected her to.  Tami
held the dress out to the almost hysterical naked girl then, just as Millie
reached out to take it, Tami tossed it over Millie's head back over to
Faye. Millie tried to decide if she should continue to run in circles
trying to get the dress away from her tormentors, or if she should just
collapse into a sobbing naked heap on the floor.

   "Come on girls," Judith said with an amused chuckle, "stop your games,
we have a wedding to rehearse." Judith's three daughters followed her to
the far end of the hall.  Millie had no choice but to go along with them
making grabs for her dress as they walked.

   "We're going to practice walking down the isle," the celebrant
announced, from the other end of the hall.  Millie managed to snatch her
dress from Balinda's hands and pull it over her head just as the celebrant
indicated for her to start walking.  Millie pulled at the bottom of her
dress trying to stretch it to cover her crotch, and wondered yet again why
her father would let these people do these things to her.

   "Come on dear," Judith said, "you're holding up the rehearsal." Knowing
that her pussy could be seen peaking out from under the bottom of the
dress, and that the thin, stretchy material served more to accent than
conceal her breasts, Millie found it virtually impossible to take the first
step of her walk down the isle.  By some mysterious magic the isle seemed
to get longer with every step Millie took.  She was caught on the cusp
between an overwhelming desire to walk quickly so she could get this
humiliation over as soon as possible, and the equally strong desire to not
move at all.  The only thing she really wanted to do was to dash out the
door and run just as far and as fast as she could.  The only thing that
stopped her was the certain knowledge that it would only make things worse.


   "Isn't she just the cutest little thing," Millie did not recognize the
voice, or the woman, but found the tone of her voice deeply disturbing. 
She had no doubt that the woman who spoke would love to do nasty things to
her body and force Millie to do equally disgusting things in return. 
Halfway down the isle Millie realized just how wet she was getting.  The
realization made her face burn with additional humiliation.  She could feel
the natural lubricant produced by her vagina flowing down onto her upper
thighs.  Oh, god, Millie thought, I can smell it, I can smell my own pussy.
The last thing Millie wanted to do was to make eye contact with any of the
people who were watching her slow walk down the isle, but she felt
compelled to examine their faces for any indication that they, too, could
smell her.  When her gaze fell on the woman who had commented on how cute
she was, Millie saw her lick her lips, purse them in a kissing motion and
then look at Millie's provocatively dressed young body with an undisguised
desire that left no doubt in Millie's mind as to what this person wanted to
do with her.

   "Have you ever," the woman spoke emphatically, "seen such large and
delectable nipples on a young girl like that." Until it happened Millie
would never have believed that her face could have burned more with
embarrassment than it already was.  Millie looked at her father, how could
he just stand there and not do something to stop his daughter's
humiliation?

   "Wouldn't you just love to have one of them in your mouth right now?"
The woman asked everyone in the room.  "Just the sight of them makes me
almost as wet as she appears to be." A single tear rolled down her right
cheek, she felt drained and empty inside, for the time being at least
Millie had cried all she was physically capable of.  As she walked the last
few feet, Millie tried to remember what she may have done in the past to
deserve such mistreatment at the hands of these people.

   When she reached the rest of the wedding party, and stood where the
celebrant told her to, the woman who had been commenting on her nipples and
pussy moved over and stood behind her.  The woman stood so close to her
that Millie could feel her body heat while they watched Judith's daughters
and then Judith each take the slow walk up the isle towards them.  Judith,
Balinda, Faye, and Tami all seemed to love the attention their slutty
dresses provided for them.  When hands cradled her naked buttocks, Millie
started to step away, but was stopped by a stern look from Judith.  Millie
lost track of the directions being given to the wedding party as the
woman's hands moved from her butt; the woman's hands moved around to
Millie's lower stomach and crotch.  She held the young girl's body close to
hers while she ran her fingers through Millie's pubic hair.  She gently
pulled at the curly tufts of hair with one hand while the other moved under
Millie's dress up towards her breasts.  To be touched like this by a
stranger in front of family and friends brought a fresh blush to Millie's
cheeks.  It was becoming disturbingly clear to Millie that she was to have
no rights at all, not even to her own body.

   "You've got such a nice firm young body," the woman whispered as her
hands roamed over Millie, "I can't wait to taste your sweet, young, virgin
cunt." As she whispered, the woman moved the fingers that had been playing
with Millie's pubic hair lower, curling them so they rubbed across Millie's
clitoris and wet pussy lips.  Despite her best efforts to stifle it, a low
moan escaped from between Millie's slightly parted lips.

   "Look at what Ruth Anne is doing to Millie," Balinda whispered loud
enough for them all to hear.

   "And just look at how much the little lesbian slut loves it," Tami
observed.  Millie looked down at the floor, trying to pretend she was
anywhere other than where she was.  Millie quickly discovered that the
woman touching her most private parts knew exactly what she was doing.  The
last thing Millie wanted was to suffer the humiliation of having an orgasm
while the celebrant droned on about what was going to happen during the
wedding, but that seemed to be exactly what the woman had in mind.  As she
struggled not to respond to the experienced fingers manipulating her
clitoris and nipples, Millie looked around and wondered once again how the
world could be so different than she had always thought it was.  Why
weren't any of the people in the room, all of whom could see exactly what
this Ruth Anne person was doing, stopping her?  Why wasn't her father
coming to her rescue?

   The more Millie struggled to suppress the rising tide of her sexual
excitement, the more potent it became.  Tottering on the verge of an
unwanted orgasm, Millie looked over at her father once again hoping to
catch his eyes so she could silently implore him to make it all stop.  Just
as the dam of her personal will power began to crack, Millie noticed a
bulge in the front of her father's trousers that she immediately wished she
had never seen.  The loud moan escaping from her half open mouth surprised
even Millie with its intensity.  As her body physically surged with
orgasmic release, Millie knew that she was, beyond any hope of rescue,
trapped in the clutches of this evil woman who was marrying her father and
the three monsters she had spawned.  Not only did her father know what they
were doing to her, he approved of it.  Knowing that his daughter was being
sexually molested by a woman in public had excited him enough to make him
hard, and he didn't even try to hide it.

   The rest of the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner became a whirl of
unwanted memories and feelings as the evil gang of four, augmented by Ruth
Anne who, as it turned out, was Judith's college roommate and lover,
continued to publicly embarrass and humiliate her.  Worst of all were the
memories of her father looking on with approval.  How could her father have
changed so suddenly?  Or, how could Millie have been so wrong about her
father?

   When Millie woke up the next morning she moaned and pulled the covers
over her head to hide from the world.  She stayed that way until she was
ordered to join the 'family' for breakfast.  After reluctantly pulling off
her favorite sleeping shirt and replacing it with the almost transparent
baby dolls that had been laid out for her, Millie made her way slowly and
unenthusiastically to the kitchen.  As she expected her father was sitting
at the end of the table with Judith and her daughters fawning over him. 
They were wearing, just like the previous day, baby dolls that were similar
to, but slightly less revealing than, hers.  Was she did not expect was
Ruth Anne, also wearing baby dolls, sitting at the table with the rest of
them.  It didn't take much imagination for Millie to realize that Ruth Anne
had most likely spent the night in the same bed as Judith and her father.

   "Start by refilling our coffee," Judith ordered in a very dismissive
manner.  Millie only half listened to the conversation as she walked across
the room and picked up the carafe of steaming coffee.  It wasn't until she
was almost back to the table that Millie realized that Ruth Anne was
telling Millie's father, in great detail, what Millie's pussy and nipples
felt like when they were fingered.  Barely managing not to drop the carafe,
Millie placed on the table and was ready to bolt from the room when Judith
spoke to her.

   "Pour the damn coffee," she said with a warning edge to her voice. 
Millie could see that Judith and Ruth Anne who were sitting across the
table from each other each had the hand closest to her father under the
table.  Millie desperately tried to get the image of both these woman
touching her father under the table out of her mind while she poured the
coffee.  Sick was the only word Millie could think of as she took the
carafe back to the warmer, sick and perverted.  What else would you call a
man who let a woman touch him like that while she described to him exactly
what it felt like to sexually stimulate his daughter's pussy and nipples.
Millie felt her stomach roll and heave inside her body.  She wanted to run
to the bathroom and vomit in the toilet.

   "Serve our breakfasts," Judith ordered with a dismissive wave of her
hand, "serve Ruth Anne first, she's a guest." Does that mean she got to
fuck my daddy first last night?  Millie immediately felt a wave of outrage
at herself for thinking such a thing, but as she brought each of the six
people at the table a plate of food, Millie could not stop herself from
imagining her father and the two women naked in the bed.  Only after
everyone else was served was Millie allowed to join them at the table with
a plate of food for herself.  Every few bites Millie would have to leave
her own food, and let it grow cold, while she got more coffee or food for
the rest of her 'family'.

   Millie's father regretfully excused himself and, after long and intimate
kisses from both his future wife and her college lover, left the house
joking about having to pay the bills.  The dishes were left for Brenda, the
housekeeper to wash and the rest of them retired to the master bath to
begin the process of preparing themselves for the 'special', 'girls only'
wedding shower planned for that afternoon.  Following the pattern
established the previous day, Millie, starting with Tami, washed each of
the other women and then masturbated them to orgasm before being required
to literally kiss their ass.

   "This time," Judith said as Millie prepared to apply her lips to Tami's
ass hole, "put your tongue inside.  Really push it in just as deep as you
can." Tami wiggled her proffered fanny in eager anticipation of having her
stepsister's tongue penetrating her anal sphincter.  Millie had already
suffered through the degradation of another fart in the face from Judith's
youngest brat so, with her stomach threatening to return her breakfast, she
leaned forward, placed her lips on the revolting orifice, then pushed the
tip of her tongue against the crinkled hole.  Thank god I took the time to
wash it thoroughly, Millie thought as Tami's ass relaxed and allowed
Millie's tongue to slip into her anus.  Millie was surprised to find that
the slightly musky taste of her stepsister's ass wasn't as bad as she had
thought it would be.  Only the knowledge of what this particular orifice
was normally used for kept Millie's stomach on the verge of heaving her
breakfast all over Tami's fanny.  As she went from person to person in the
tub washing them, masturbating them, and then tonguing their assholes,
Millie discovered that no matter how disgusting an act might be repetition
removed the body's automatic response.  By the time she finished with
Judith and Ruth Anne, Millie's stomach remained calm as she pushed her
tongue deep into their crinkled anuses.

   Again Millie dried each of her stepsisters with warm towels, then gave
them another dry towel to wrap themselves in as they went to their rooms.
Much to Millie's astonishment, Ruth Anne dried her after she had dried Ruth
Anne.  It felt nice, but there was a feeling of possession involved that
disturbed her.  Leaving the wet towels on the floor for Brenda to clean up,
Judith directed Millie into the master bedroom and with what Millie was
sure had already become a recurrent after bath ritual, the two older woman
thoroughly and completely fucked their young toy.  When Millie was excused
from the room she felt just as she had the previous day.  There was no
doubt in her mind that these 'fuckings' were demonstrations of dominants.
Even her orgasms had been reluctantly given up as proof of the power Judith
had over every aspect of her life.  Millie felt especially cheapened by the
casual way Judith had given her to Ruth Anne to be fucked by her
stepmother's old lover.  Ruth Anne had taken Millie just as forcefully as
Judith had, forcing the young girl to cum a second time while her father's
fiance watched.  As she walked back to her room, Millie felt just as dirty
and used as she had the previous day but no tears flowed from her eyes, no
sobs wracked her body.  Tears, Millie had decided, were useless.  Worse
than useless, they rewarded her tormentors with visual confirmation of the
success of their tortures.  Millie heard noises coming from the kitchen and
front room as Judith's demon spawn prepared for their little gathering
meant to honor their mother and celebrate her upcoming marriage to a man
who could, apparently, support them in the way to which they would like to
become accustomed.

   When she got back to the room she shared with Tami, Millie found clothes
had been laid out on her bed for her to wear.  The clothes could only be
described as 'schoolgirl slut'.  Millie put on the long sleeved white dress
shirt and the long, skinny black tie that hung down to her waist.  She was
not surprised to find that the short plaid skirt didn't quit cover the
bottom half of her ass or her pussy.  A pair of knee-high stockings and
patent leather shoes completed Millie's party attire.  Millie left the room
and walked down the hallway towards the front room which was being prepared
for the party.  Millie felt surprisingly light hearted.  She had just been
forced to insert her tongue into the rectums of five people she detested.
What, she wondered, could they passably do to me, or force me to do that
would be more humiliating than that?

   Millie was not surprised to find her step family, and Ruth Anne, all
wearing clothes just like hers.  Except, of course, their outfits were
marginally less revealing than Millie's.  Millie had to suppress a chuckle
as she looked around the room, she had to admit that, if the goal was to
look like a junior high whore, the clothes complimented her stepsisters but
Judith and Ruth Anne were just a little bit too old for the 'slut
schoolgirl' look.  

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