If I Dare || Dani and Morgan
When: July, 2020 Where: Dani and Morgan’s bedroom in their apartment Who: @matcheddani and @moedaugherty What: Morgan helps Dani complete her own dare for the 6th Matched Task, Let your match give you a makeover that you have to keep for three days”
Dani had been dreading this. Truthfully, she didn’t know what made her so nervous about the whole situation- it was certainly better than Morgan’s truthful alternative. There was no way she was even addressing that question. She leaned against the door frame of their bedroom, a smile on her face despite her anxious mood. “I’m pretty nervous about this, you know” she told Morgan, watching her wife for her reaction. She had given her free reign of her closet, though she knew that Morgan had gone out shopping anyway. “You can’t make me look like a whacko” she said, walking into the room. She draped her arms around Morgan’s neck, smiling playfully. Maybe if she distracted her, she and Morgan could do this whole makeover shit another day. She was a pro at avoiding things she didn’t want. “You sure you don’t want to spend our night some other way?” she asked, pressing her forehead against Morgan’s. “I mean, I can think of loads of other things we can do”.
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Morgan sat at the end of the bed, bags of different stores by her feet. She looked up at Dani, standing by the door. “There’s nothing to be nervous about” she reassured her wife, though there was a hint of amusement in her voice. She was having a lot of fun. Honestly? She was the best at dares. She stood at Dani’s suggestion that she’d ever make her look bad. She approached her slowly, waiting for her to close the distance. “Honey, I’m just tapping into all that potential. That is sadly being wasted because you think hobo chick is a thing” she licked her lips, chuckling at Dani’s attempt at distracting her. She placed a kiss on the corner of her mouth, before turning around and going back to the bags. “Now—“ there was a mischievous glint in her eyes as she stared at her wife, “would you please undress for me? I wanna see what I’m working with” she explained with the most innocent tone she could muster. There was no reason not to have all the fun possible with it, right?
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Softening at Morgan’s reassurance, Dani found herself blushing, just a little. It was hard not to when your wife was both complimenting you and insulting your style in the same sentence. Morgan was truly a gem. “I resent that. Flannels and leggings are not hobo chique. Don’t hate me cause you ain’t me.” Dani rolled her eyes, throwing her head back when it was clear her distractions didn’t work. She scoffed at her wife’s words, a playful smile remaining on her lips. “You’re enjoying this too much” she said, pulling off her shirt with a dramatic sigh. She tossed it over at Morgan, laughing out loud when it landed right on her face. “I don’t remember anything in your dare that said you got to enjoy the show <i>and</i> do a makeover”. She pulled her shorts off next, letting them drop to the floor below her before kicking them over to the side of the room. She looked at Morgan with a grin, giving her a little twirl along to the music they had paying in the background. She glanced at the bags, barely recognizing the store names on the front of them. “Where did you even find these places?”
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“Hey!” Morgan let out a scoff when Dan’s shirt landed on her face. “New rules…I’ve decided. I can do what I want, it’s my dare” she shrugged, looking at wife undress. “Why wouldn’t I want my wife half naked in front of me? You’d do the same”. She kneeled, rummaging through the bags in search of the item she had in mind. “Here and there” she shrugged the question off, hoping to avoid how much she had spent on everything. It wasn’t that much, for the record –she was pretty resourceful and knew the best places to get good quality at cheap prices– but every time they discussed money, Morgan just felt uncomfortable. “Okay, got it” she smiled, pulling out the blouse she had been searching. It was nothing that would scare Dani. Just a flowy, soft blouse with some checkered patterns, to resemble flannel shirts. She held it at arms distance, before handing it to Dan. “I’ll show you the real hobo chick, put this on” she ordered, turning back her attention, where the second item was.
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Dani shook her head and rolled her eyes, still smiling. She watched Morgan carefully as she went through the bags, a little worried at exactly what she was going to pull out. She noted the non answer about the clothes, but brushed it off. When she thought about it, it was incredibly sweet how much though Morgan had clearly put into this. She scrunched her face, gently taking the shirt from Morgan and glancing at it. “Not so bad…” she said, turning it over to look it over. She scoffed and pulled it over her head, tugging at the bottom once it was on. Glancing in the mirror, it looked pretty ridiculous without her pants on yet. Clearly the look wasn’t done. Still, she couldn’t pass up a chance to tease Morgan. “Babe, maybe you’re over estimating your dressing skills… I mean, I know I have nice legs, but this just ain’t it.”
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“You really thought I was gonna put you in some clow outfit or whatever, hun?” Morgan wondered, amused. She definitely could’ve picked something more extra. But the idea was to get Dan slowly into adopting a better fashion sense. Small steps were way smarter. Plus, what was the point of having her wife look like a fool? She rolled her eyes at the joke, ignoring it in favor of grabbing the pants and boots she’d picked from inside the bags. “Don’t worry, I’m not making you wear this one outside right now. You’re gonna melt” she warned, offering the leather pants she had bought for her wife, “but I’m totally forcing you on it next fall” she gave her a pointed look, opening the box with the boots on it. “I even found shoes big enough for those clown feet. Get everything on” she nodded, standing now.
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“I wouldn’t put it past you” she teased. “No, honestly it wasn’t that I was worried I’d be in costume, just that I wouldn’t feel like me. Despite being incredibly happy and comfortable with Morgan, their relationship was still very new. And with strange situations like this, she didn’t know quite how to expect her wife to act. At the warning, she raised her eyebrows, wondering what was about to come. When Morgan gave her the leather pants she actually laughed, pressing her lips together. "Mo, leather??” she asked incredulously. “Haven’t you ever seen that episode of Friends? I’m gonna get stuck in these!” She rolled her eyes, pulling them on anyway, giving her thighs a slap for effect once they were on. “I look like a biker.” she said, sticking her tongue out at Morgan while she grabbed the boots. “These clown feet will be the things to help me save you need me to run somewhere.” She tentatively pulled on the boots, not quite believing that Morgan would have found the right size. “There”, she said, looking down at her new outfit. “Happy?”
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Morgan stopped rummaging her other bag and turned to listen. She nodded slowly, a soft smile forming. “Trust, me I would’ve loved to put you on the most extra outfits I could think of…” she chuckled, shaking her head. She had far too many ideas that didn’t make it in the end. “But it’s not about that, right? Looking hot is about confidence. You gotta feel yourself in these outfits, it’s the whole point” she explained, as if it was the most obvious thing. “Yes leather” she shot down the question with a short nod. She would not negotiate on the leather. With both hands on her hips, she admired the final result. Dani looked hot, obviously. It felt like an elevated version of her usual work outfits. She smiled proudly. “Well, do you like it?” she pointed at the mirror, waiting to hear Dan’s opinion. “Next one might be a little less you. But I think you’ll look great on it. And you will have to wear this outside” she warned. She expected her wife to start taking her clothes off before presenting to her the next outfit: A romper.
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Dani smiled as she listened to Morgan, nodding her head at her explanation. “But what if I’m already confident in what I already wear?” she asked honestly, a little gleam in her eyes. “Tell me this, why haven’t you tried being a personal stylist. You clearly love it”, she said. She had been working on trying to offer different career options to Morgan lately, a sprinkle in their conversations here and there. Rolling her eyes again, she turned to look at herself in the mirror, giving herself a once over. It certainly wasn’t something she would have ever picked out, but it wasn’t bad. “It’s cute”, she admitted, tugging at the shirt. “Just different.” She couldn’t imagine herself wearing leather in real life, so she was glad she had a chance to make Morgan forget about it before the fall. She grinned, happy to pull off the boots and slide out of the pants, throwing them at Morgan once again, this time inside out. She grabbed the romper, looking at it curiously. “I really like the color!” she said, slipping it on. “But, you’re about to see that I look like a jolly green giant with things like this on. I’ll be sorry to disappoint you, Babe”
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“Again, cause…potential” Morgan nudged her, “you’re dressing like a 6 when you’re a 10…that’s dumb as shit” she shook her head, her logic was flawless. Obviously she still married Dan and loved her, but there was nothing wrong with trying new things, right? She looked at Dan, a little surprised by the question. She wondered for a moment. She was good at it, and she enjoyed it. But taking a passion and turning it into a job sounded like a hassle. Too much pressure. She offered a weak shrug adding a vague “maybe I will one day”. She nodded, smiling when Dan said her outfit was cute before letting out a huff at the way wife handed back her clothes. “Right? Colors stunning” she pursed her lips in a smug smile. “And, it’s not that short, shut up. Pair it with those boots” she instructed, pointing at the box on the floor.
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Dani blushed as she pulled up the romper over her shoulders. “Fashion is subjective. So you’re subjectively wrong.” It was strange, she was always aware that she was attractive- she never had a problem with the way she looked. Besides her height, maybe. But something about Morgan calling her a 10 made her feel bashful. She hoped it wasn’t showing on her face. She let out a tiny breath at Morgan’s dismissal of the job idea, feeling defeated. One day, she’d have to bring it up more forcefully. She shook her head, laughing at Morgan’s smugness. She let out a breath when she finally got the romper all the way up, it had been more of a struggle than she expected. She plopped on the floor, pulling the new boots on with a smirk. “Someone’s got a thing for boots”, she teased, thinking of Morgan’s own wardrobe. “Okay…” she said, standing up. She did another little spin for Morgan before turning to look at herself in the mirror, expecting to grimace. “Woah…” The romper that Morgan picked out managed to highlight all the things Dani loved about her body, all while not emphasizing the things she didn’t like. She turned different angles so she could see more in the mirror. “Wait, what?! This is…woah!”
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“You know I’m not” Morgan scoffed. Fashion was probably subjective or whatever, but she was not wrong. Dan could do a lot better. She watched careful as Dani pulled the romper up her body. She was a little less confident she would like it, because it was out of her comfort zone. “Boots are the best, duh” she said, sticking her tongue out. Nodding in approval, she let Dani turn around to see herself in the mirror. She was surprised by her reaction. Despite being confident that it would suit her wife, she wasn’t sure it’d get positive reaction out of her. “Woah, yup” she smirked, letting Dan enjoy the view a little more. “See what I’m saying? you look so good!” she raised her fist to celebrate. “You looked so good, babe. I’m telling ya” she clasped her hands together. “So, is that something you’d actually wear outside?” she asked, softly “cause I do have more options, but if that feels comfortable…”
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With a shake of her head, Dani stuck her tongue out at her wife, choosing to ignore her words. She knew she was the right one, regardless of what Morgan said. But this was fun, so she was willing to play along. She laughed as she looked in the mirror, giving herself another little spin so she could get the full effect. “I look good always, but” she said, holding her finger up as if to make a point. “Now I just look good, but make it fashion.” She did a dramatic pose in the mirror before fully turning her attention back to Mo. She walked toward her smiling. “I mean, I think the boots would take a little getting used to”, she admitted. “But, this romper? I’d definitely wear this out! Maybe to one of our events for the app, even.” She glanced at the bags, not wanting all of Morgan’s hard work to go to waste. “Maybe we should look at the rest and see if anything jumps out? You bought so much…”
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Morgan crossed her arms over her chest, proudly admiring her work. Dani wasn’t that hard of a test really, considering she was tall and had a great body to fit plenty of styles, but she was happier to see her wife actually like it. She wasn’t that bad of a person after all, right? She chuckled, rolling her eyes at the dramatic twirl. She reached for her, placing her hands on Dani’s hips. “Yeah, we’re still gonna limit the boots anyway. Or I’m gonna end up with constant neck pain” she tilted her head all the way up, to make a point. She smiled, standing on her tip toes to kiss her wife’s cheek. “Now that’s what I love to hear” she nodded, following Dan’s line of sight. “Oh some of that is just for me” she shrugged, nonchalantly waving her hand at the bags. Who would go out for shopping and not come back with something for themselves? Certainly not Morgan. “We can totally look at those later. But there is one last thing, though” she revealed, slowly pulling away.
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Dani laughed, looking down at her wife. “Yea, you look so small all the way down there”, she teased, wrapping her arms over Morgan’s shoulders. She played with her wife’s hair absentmindedly. “We wouldn’t want Queen Mo to have neck pain, would we? No, I’ll just have to sacrifice the fashion for the cause”. She leaned into the kiss with a smile, closing her eyes softly. “Oh!” she said, unzipping the boots and kicking them across the room. “Where are you planning on putting all of that?” she asked seriously, glancing at the closet. “Are we donating some of your old stuff?”. She raised her eyebrows, surprised that Morgan still had something left to show her. She really had gone all out for this. “I’m glad you had fun on your shopping trip, Babe. What’s the last thing you got for me, then? Is it a crown, because I’m the best?”
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“No, no we wouldn’t. Though—“ Morgan kissed her wife back, “I can always do with a neck massage, y’know?” she quirked an eyebrow, a seductive smile reaching her lips. “Oh…uh—“ she rubbed her chin, trying to play dumb. “We totally have space for all of this, don’t worry babe” she reassured her. Why would she donate anything of hers? That didn’t make much sense. She still wore most of it. “Not a crown, but if I had one…it’d be for me, hun” she winked, walking over to the closet and searching for what she needed. “Now let’s sit, I’m about to finish your look. And for that…” she pulled up her makeup bag, tapping it excitedly, “I need to do your make up!” she pointed at Dan, then nodded to the bed. Without waiting for her approval, Morgan spilled all her items over the bed, ready to give Dan the fiercest of looks.














