A lingerie shop...

I felt a deeply embarrassed excitement course through me as I stood outside “Secret luxuries”, a popular lingerie store in the city. It was a chain, spread throughout the country, and had always been well known for its wide variety of sexy styles designed to get things steamy in the bedroom, fueling the fantasies of horny men who craved seeing it on their wives and lovers, and empowering the women who wore their products to feel like icons of desire.

“After all, every girl should have at least a few sexy sets to wear, right?”

I stepped inside the darkened shop, nerves unable to stop the excitement I felt any longer.

“Wow…”

I gasped as my eyes adjusted to the light inside, taking in the opulent design of the place. The architects and interior designers had worked hand in hand to ensure the store lived up to its name; every surface seeming to echo touches of luxury. The floor was black marble, with zebra print carpets laid out at key points, and chandeliers gleaming with crystal, light down low to provide an atmosphere as intimate as it seemed expensive.

It wasn’t necessarily as expensive as it seemed; even with it’s affectation for lux styling, ordinary women looking to treat themselves weren’t priced out of coming here, although at the same time, spending nearly a days wages for most people on a bra and corresponding panties was certainly enough to sting the wallet a little.

“Oh well, I mean, aren’t I worth it?”

I giggled a little as I wondered it out loud, enjoying playing the part of the spoilt brat, even if it wasn’t like Grace at all.

Maybe I should try on a bitchy rich girl sometime, I think that’s a role I could really enjoy playing. Then again…

I caught my reflection in the mirror, appreciating Grace’s beauty and her innocent, accidentally sexy schoolgirl influenced clothes. She definitely has her own aesthetic, but with the right makeup and clothes, Grace could easily look like a slutty Asian Babygirl, partying with millionaires and having sex on a yacht. With my attitude and her skin, there’d be nothing I couldn’t have…

My thoughts were interrupted by the shop assistant, smiling as she approached. I’d been so lost dreaming about the body I was wrapped up tight in, I’d barely noticed her until she got nearly on top of me.

“Good evening miss, is there anything I can help you with today?”

She was a classy looking woman, red lipstick and a hair bun in a well-tailored skirt suit with a slit up the skirt; the perfect mix of class and sultriness. Her white teeth gleamed a little in the light, while her blonde hair sat in a bun atop her head, with just the right amount of fullness. I could tell she was very good at her job from the way she carried herself, and I figured she’d make the perfect help for me.

“Ah, yes…”

Grace’s voice came out, cute and sweet, as I let the nerves the real girl would feel coming here play out in my body language.

“… you see, I just got a new boyfriend, and… and…. I want him to think I’m sexy…”

A blush took to my cheeks, adding that extra layer of embarrassed sincerity, while the professional politeness on the expression of the shop assistant seemed to soften just a little as the beginnings of a genuine connection started forming between us.

“It’s just, I’ve never done anything like this, but I really want to, so I just wanted to get some pieces to really make his heart race!”

I looked at my feet as my blush dialed up higher, feeling all the shy nerves from Grace’s innocent personality be displayed on me. It felt like there were butterflies in my stomach; like everything was almost an adventure, like coming here was the bravest, most cathartic thing. I could see the shop assistant’s heart almost seeming to melt in real time too, as she really took in the adorable young woman in front of her.

“Oh my! I think we can find the perfect pieces for you! Come right this way!”

She lead me into the store, asking all sorts of questions, eager to help me find the perfect lingerie to capture the heart of “my new boyfriend”. I followed along, suppressing the urge to enjoy a lewd grin, wrapped up tight in my impression of bashful femininity, and the skin of my new girlfriend.

We launched into a conversation, the shop assistant asking me all sorts of questions about styles I might like, the relationship, how long we’d been dating.

“Oh, well… we really just started. It’s my first relationship… I really like him.”

I fidgeted with the edge of my skirt as I said it, roleplaying shy Grace as the shop assistant almost melted with how cute she was finding me.

“Ohhh, you’re so adorable! I hope you don’t mind me saying that. We’ll get the perfect set for you. Hmm, what aboouuuttt, this?”

She gestured a set displayed proudly on a manikin, all emerald green and silky.

“Silk is really the best in my opinion, so comfortable and soft on the skin. It’ll make you feel like a million dollars.”

“I’ve never worn anything like that… I… I want to try.”

My heart fluttered a little at the thought. I’d always loved silk, how smooth it was to the touch, the way it caught the light, how your fingers could just glide across the material. Men’s fashion so rarely used it, but women’s fashion…

The shop assistant went to get the set, only to stop, looking back at me.

“Do you know your measurements?”

“I… I don’t”

I looked to the ground. Grace actually didn’t know her measurements, a consequence of never really needing to get clothes that fit perfectly, and I wasn’t quite perverted enough to tell automatically just from looking at her.

“I’ll take them for you.”

The shop assistant was all smiles as she lead me to the counter, producing a tape measure.

“This’ll juuussst take a second, can you take off your jumper and shirt so I can get an accurate reading?”

She sounded reassuring, even as I hesitated.

“Don’t worry, there’s no-one else here right now! It’s just us girls, and since you’re my only customer you get my full attention.”

She’s really cute herself…

I let my eye snake down to read her name tag, figuring thinking as her as “the shop assistant” wasn’t really the most polite thing to do. “Sandra”… a nice enough name.

I removed Grace’s jumper and shirt, letting her big breasts free in their boring beige bra. Without any more ado, Sandra slipped a tape measure under my boobs, drawing it tight as she took my band measurement.

“Eppp!”

My startled little moan at the temperature caused her to laugh just a little, causing me to blush, before she regained her composure.

“Now, just exhale all the way for me, okay?”

Little tingles ran through my whole body, hearing Sandra’s voice so close to my ear, as she took the measurement.

Getting to experience something like this… a bra fitting from a cute, bubbly shop assistant, feeling the tape measure on my big, soft boobs… it’s more subtle, but this is totally the kind of fantasy I would have consigned miserably to always stay in my imagination before. Now I’m really getting to experience it… I’m so happy.

The realization of how much I’d secretly wanted something like this made my heart so warm, a rich patina of pleasure erupting through me as I fully enjoyed experiencing something so uniquely feminine.

“Now, for your bust measurement. Could you just remove your bra for this part?”

I blushed deeply as I took off Grace’s bra, letting her boobs hang freely on my chest. The tape measure came around their fullest part as the measurement was taken, the feeling of its cooler surface on the warm, soft flesh giving a really nice tactile sensation.

“There now… I’d say you’re a DD size.”

Her confident smile met my shy one, as she asked;

“Is there another set you saw that interested you? Something like…”

As she asked my eyes alighted on something that instantly captured my full attention.

“That one.”

Eyes widened a little as my shy act was momentarily paused, as I lead Sandra back to a wall of the shop dominated by all white designs. At it’s center was a set featuring sheer lace mixed with see-through delicate mesh paneling, that seemed like the perfect mix between class and intimacy.

“This is actually from our bridal range, but… I know it would look incredible on you.”

“I’d love to be a bride someday…”

Sandra gave me a soft look, loving seeing such an innocent young woman share her deep desire for love. Wrapped inside my girlfriends skin, my thoughts raced as I dreamed of getting married in a luxurious white dress, stealing a bride’s big day, or even having a full relationship in the same woman’s skin before sealing the deal of a relationship that had been all me at the helm.

“Can I… try it on?”

“Of course you can! I’ll bring it to you in the waiting room.”

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A few minutes later, I stood naked, Grace’s magnificent body reflected back as I looked in the mirror. I stepped forward and reached out, the novelty of her following my movements still not lost on me, before I looked closer at her face. Those dark eyes, so deep and black that it almost seemed like every color was contained in their depths, those were what I was seeing the world from now. They were certainly very different from my original eye color, that was for sure.

My fingertip traced the line of Grace’s eye lids, marveling as I watched at how different they were again from my own. Grace was half-Japanese and her features carried all the aesthetics of her heritage… I definitely wasn’t. It was such a peculiar feeling, knowing right now I was a completely different race, alongside being a different gender.

Who would have thought someday I’d be a cute, short Japanese girl with big tits?

I smiled and laughed at how weird and miraculous it all was, Grace’s voice making even that sound adorable.

Well, no time like the present.

I pulled the panties up my legs, watching myself do it in the mirror, loving the view. It was so strange, it felt like I was a voyeur watching Grace get dressed, but it was so much hotter knowing really I was the one wearing the girl in the mirror. The panties sat snug, no dick to distort them, as patted her flat mound. Not feeling a dick between my legs was such a novelty, like I was missing something, but somehow very liberating too as it remained a sensational reminder of the female reproductive organs I now carried between my thighs.

The panties were extremely light and sexy, the white material just covering my slit even while it seemed the see through mesh skirted dangerously close to revealing all.

How intimate and sexy…

I slid my arms through the bra and pulled it tight next, sighing with pleasure as I felt its support, pillaging Grace’s experience to clip it tight at the back. It was very similar, white lace only just covering the nipples and providing the structure of the bra, while that clear mesh left large parts of it to expose the skin underneath, at least to the eye.

I blushed like mad as I let Grace’s personality take over a little more, seeing herself in such scandalous underwear almost being too much for the shy girl.

Oh my God, I can’t wait until she gets to see it on her… my first present to her as her boyfriend.

I giggled at I slipped on the garter belt, connecting it to sheer white stockings I pulled up soft, smooth legs. It was almost like wearing ultra-soft diamond, the way the stockings caught the light there was almost the shine like they were crystal, even while they felt like the lightest, most comfortable thing to wear in the world.

I struck a few poses in the mirror now that I was all dressed up in the finished product, the embarrassed blush on my face mingling with the ecstatic feeling of power at knowing how sexy I looked, and how amazing Grace was.

I really, really landed a hottie…