"So Quinn, want to go to a movie?" Stacy asked as she desperately changed out of her now-unfashionable slip dress. To think she'd almost committed a crime like that in front of Quinn! But it was okay-she had a foolproof outfit in mind.
Her friend was still lounging on her bed, reading the latest issue of Waif. "Sure. What do you want to see?"
"I don't know," Stacy stepped out of the closet wearing a pink baby tee and flare jeans. Just like her. She held a bottle of hair dye in each hand. "Whatever you want to see."
Quinn finally looked up. Her eyes widened. "Um...what are you wearing?"
"What do you want me to wear?"
Quinn sat up. The surprise in her eyes dissipated, leaving something else behind. She dropped the magazine and walked over to Stacy.
"You know, that kind of turns me on," she purred, watching Stacy freeze like a doe in headlights. "Now what are you going to do about that?"
Stacy's mouth went dry. Her heart felt like it would pound out of her chest. She put down the hair dye. "Um...w-whatever you want me to do..."
This wouldn't be such a bad sleepover after all...