A box of clothes

Rolling over in her bed, clutching her head, Ella ended up facing the far end of the room, her eyes settling in a box of Rena's stuff she never came back for. There wasn't much in there, a novel, some notebooks, and a few outfits.

Ella crawled off her bed and grabbed the box from her closet and setting it on the floor. Kneeling down she opened it up and riffle through the clothing inside. Holding one up to herself she looked over to the mirror.

"Hmmm this might just fit . . ." flinging off the oversized shirt she tries on a blue top, pulling it over her head. straightening it out she tuns from side to side admiring her own reflection " . . . a bit tight on the chest, but damn, I look good" Going back to the box she fishes out a pair of leggings, underwear and even a bra. While fishing around for other options Ella's excitement to play a bit of dress up grew distracting her from the uncomfortableness of her current situation. She finds a pair of jeans that look brand new, but they don't fit past her plump thighs (Rena was always a skinny bitch). Ella considers a tank top but ultimately decides its a bit too revealing. Finding several pairs of panties she searches for a pair to better match the one bra in the box when she suddenly stumbles upon something shoved in the bottom corner of the box.

Pulling it out she squeaks out a involuntary yelp, dropping the object and falling back on her plump ass. The long purple silicon dildo hits the floor with a thud causing it to turn on and roll around while vibrating on the hardwood. Quickly snatching the toy, Ella twists the base to shut it off. She smiles to herself, the memory of her and Rena nervously visiting the adult store at the end of main street. She bought this for her then girlfriend, but as far as she knew, she only used it that night (Allways told her she enjoyed the real thing better). Holding it in her hands she grips onto the shaft not remembering it being this big.

"hmm I suppose my hands are smaller now . . ." She slowly slides her dainty fingers along the faux flesh, enjoying the soft but firm feel of the material wrapped in her fingers . . .