A simple dress

After several hours of giving quite a show to the small crowd now formed on the street, you finally hear the gruff voice of the tailor behind you. "Arms up." You immediately oblige, despite allowing your breasts to fall, the slight bounce they produce eliciting smiles from a few of the men watching you outside. Quickly you are turned around, only seeing a brief flash of red fabric before your vision is covered by the tailor pulling the new outfit down over your body.

The dress itself pulls over your torso fairly easily, but the tailor isn't finished just with the outfit being draped over you. One by one, he tightens several sets of laces running up and down the torso, pulling the loose fabric together into something that is more form-fitting. First the fabric tightens around your hips, flaring out around you thighs and leaving a smooth back that accentuates your ass. He then pulls it tight around your waist, forcing your posture up slightly but he makes sure it is still loose enough to give you a full range of motion. He then gives attention to your underbust, slowly tightening the fabric to give support to your ample breasts. This process takes several minutes and includes several slips where over-aggressive tightening makes your breasts spill out of the dress, forcing you to readjust the outfit to fit your breasts properly.

Eventually the dress is fitted over you perfectly. The fabric itself is very comfortable, soft and not too heavy. The tight 3/4 sleeves come up to plain cut shoulders, which give way to a wide swooped neck. This neckline combined with the way the fabric in the underbust fits to your body and lifts your breasts only serves to make your cleavage extremely accentuated. You get slightly embarrassed at the view you'll be giving everyone you interact with but it's miles better than being naked, and you don't think you'd even be able to get the dress on otherwise. Nell steps forward and offers you his hand, letting you step down from the pedestal as the tailor leaves for a moment before presenting you with a pair of lace-up booties to put on. They only come up over your ankles but the way they fit you're sure they will support your feet for any journey your adventures with Nell might take you.

Once you're all set, Nell takes your hand again, lifting it above your head to let you twirl in a circle, the knee-length fabric flaring out as you do so. The wind you feel on your legs reminds you that you never received any bra or panties to go with this outfit, but after Nell pays for the dress you don't want to impose on him any more than you already have. You thank the tailor and leave, following close behind Nell to wherever he's going next.