A micro skirt

“Well I was thinking you'd look adorable in this…” Rouge said as she pulled something out of her bag. It was a micro skirt. A short micro skirt. A VERY short micro skirt.

“What! I can't wear that! I don't have any panties! People would totally see my butt!”

Rouge smirked. “Would you rather go bottomless?”

“Hmph, alright fine. Hand it over.” She said, extending her hand.

“Not so fast.” Rouge chirped. We still have to buy it. Come to the counter with me.”

“What?! There's no way I'm letting that cashier ogle at me again!”

“Do you want the skirt or not?”

Amy only whimpered. Why me?

Rouge walked confidently up to the counter with Amy shuffling along behind her, still covering pulling down her tank top to cover up.

Rouge placed the skirt on the counter. “Just this will do.”

“O-of course ma’am.” The cashier said, fumbling over his words. He stared at Amy the entire time as he scanned the skirt, swiped Rouge’s card, and handed them both back to Rouge. “Here you are.”

“Thank you. Now Amy, I’d like you to put this on. Right here, right now.”

“WHAT! Can’t I put it on in the dressing room?”

“Either you put in on here, or you don’t get to put it on at all.”

Amy sighed in defeat. She really is getting a kick out of this. In order to put on the skirt, I’d have to move one of my hands away! But I need that skirt! Oh man, this is so embarrassing. I guess I’ll just face them and use hand covering my butt. Hopefully then they won’t see anything.

So, Amy released her hold of her tank top from behind and used her free hand to grab the skirt. She attempted to get it on with only one hand, and with a bit of a struggle, she was able to put it on. This allowed her to move her other hand too, as her important parts were now covered. They were barely covered, but covered nonetheless. She kept adjusting the front of her skirt, trying get it to cover more, but pulling it down to cover more in the front meant revealing more in the back, so she was **** to leave it.

“I have to say Amy, your butt looks amazing in that skirt.”

Amy swerved around to see Rouge standing behind her. “H-how long have you been standing there?”

“Since I gave you the skirt.”

“Does that mean you-”

“Saw your bare butt? Yep. And I must say it looks even better without the skirt.”

Amy put her head in her hands. “Oh, I could just DIE…”

Rouge giggled. “Your face is redder than Knuckles! Ah well, I suppose I've had my fun.” But just as Rouge was about to exit the door, she turned her head and said, “Well, maybe just one last peak.” She then flapped her wings extremely hard, sending a gust of wind that blew up Amy's skirt before she flew away.

“Eep!” Amy quickly pushed her skirt back down and turned her head to see the cashier with a nosebleed. No doubt he got a look at her uncovered behind. “If you tell anyone about this, you're dead!” She then rushed out the door as fast as she could, keeping her hand over her backside to prevent the back of her skirt from blowing up.