A Blue T-Shirt Dress

"Alright, let's start with this blue one," she said, handing you the dress. "You can use the washroom to change."

"Sarah, I thought you said baggy clothes." You opened up the folded dress and it looked like a T-Shirt, but longer. It could reach your knee level.

"This is the baggy t-shirt. You don't have to wear pants if you wear this." Sarah stuck out her tongue cheekily.

You took the dress to the washroom to change. feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. As you slipped into the blue dress, you realized something was missing. The dress hung awkwardly on your frame, not quite fitting right. You decided to take off your pants anyway.

Sarah knocked on the door before peeking in. "How's it going?" she asked.

"It feels... weird," you admitted.

She stepped in and assessed you for a moment. "I think we need to give you some shape," she said, reaching into a drawer and pulling out a skin colour bra and a pair of silicon paddings. "Here, put this on."

You stared at the bra, feeling a wave of embarrassment. "I... I don't know how to wear this," you confessed.

"Don't worry, I'll help," Sarah said, her tone reassuring. You hesitated, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks, but nodded. She placed the bra and silicone padding on the shelf. "First, you'll need to take off the dress."

You awkwardly slipped out of the blue dress, feeling somewhat exposed despite still wearing your boxers. Sarah moved closer, her presence comforting yet slightly overwhelming in the intimate setting. She took the bra and gestured for you to lift your arms.

"This might feel a bit strange at first, but you'll get used to it," she said softly.

You felt your heart pounding as she slipped the bra straps over your shoulders. The fabric felt foreign and slightly uncomfortable against your skin. Sarah adjusted the straps and fastened the clasp at your back. The closeness and her gentle touch made your cheeks burn even hotter.

Sarah then positioned the silicone padding inside the cups, making sure everything was in place. The weight and feel of the padding added to the surreal experience. "How does that feel?" she asked, stepping back to examine her work.

"It's... different," you managed to say, feeling the strangeness of the bra against your chest. The sensation was new and awkward, but Sarah's calm demeanor helped to ease some of your discomfort.

Once the bra was properly adjusted, you slipped the blue dress back on. It fit much better now, the bra and padding giving you a more feminine silhouette.

You looked at the full-length mirror behind the door and admired yourself. The transformation was incredible; you had a figure that even you would turn your head for. The dress now hugged your body in all the right places, and you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of pride and astonishment.