A Saleswoman Helps Claire

Claire was freaking out. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her flawless makeup, her toned body. It was all too much. She was hyperventilating and felt herself get dizzy. Claire didn't know how much time had passed but she eventually heard a knock on the door. A bubbly voice came from outside.

"Are you okay in there?"

Claire took a deep breath realizing that she was in a public place. "Yeah, sorry." She rubbed her head and did her best to focus on changing back into her normal clothes. Suddenly the door popped open and an attractive woman with huge breasts wearing skin tight jeans and a colorful tank top came in. "Excuse me," Claire said in surprise, not sure how to respond.

"We have a store policy to check on the changing rooms and I was afraid you were in trouble." The woman smiled and stepped closer to Claire. The bracelet on her wrist vibrated and suddenly Claire wasn't troubled by being barged in on. She was too distracted by the woman's hot body. Claire was no longer being affected by the popular girls who had left long ago, but now by this saleswoman.

"I was just umm... changing," Claire said. She held up her baggy clothes. "I guess I'm not ready for something so revealing."

"Oh nonsense," the woman said. "Give me one sec, okay?" The saleswoman ran away and before Claire knew it, she was back with a white teeshirt and the smallest booty shorts Claire had ever seen. "Try these on okay? I swear you will feel so good. I bet you'll look really good in them too." She stepped closer to Claire and put them in her hand. The bracelet pulsed and Claire felt herself growing aroused. She suddenly wondered what would happen if she kissed this girl. She pulled her thoughts out of that pit before it was too late.

"Whatever, I'll try them on. I'm here, right?"

"That's like exactly what I was thinking," the woman said. "I'll... just be out here, okay?"

Claire began pulling on the new clothes. The t-shirt was tight against her body and Claire smiled, seeing how fit she looked in it. The bracelet soothed her mind, making her remember the time spent in the gym. She stretched her body and her breasts grew, lifting the shirt and revealing a tantalizing amount of midriff. The bent over at the hips and picked up the booty short and fit them snuggly around her bubble butt. God, were her clothes always this tight? She looked down at the hoodie and had trouble remembering wearing it. If she didn't wear clothes this tight, how would others get to see her hot bod?

A knock at the door brought Claire back to reality and the saleswoman came in. "OMG you look so hot in those. That's a yes for sure."

"You don't think it's too much?" Claire asked, looking in the mirror. An internal battle for control raged inside her. The old Claire knew this was so unlike her, but a new, growing part of her liked what she saw. She felt horny and sexy and powerful. The saleswoman suddenly reached around Claire and rubbed her hands up her tight stomach and over her large tits.

"Sorry, I just like couldn't help myself. If you want, I can stop."

"No that feels... like really good," Claire said. She turned around and stared at the woman. Without hesitating, she lifted the woman's shirt as she did the same to Claire. She kissed and moaned and their breasts, both equally large, rubbed against each other. Claire almost came from the feeling of her sensitive breasts rubbing against the woman's hard nipples. She groped each other's bodies and Claire felt her memories reform. She had always been a sexy nympho. Bicurious and always ready to play or be played with.