Convince Traci to wear her new outfit

“So,” Kelly mused softly, almost to herself, “as luck would have it, we did get that new outfit for you today…”

“Yes…?”

Kelly placed a hand on each of Traci’s shoulders. “Yes. And now, you’re going to wear that outfit.”

“What?” Traci spit the words out. “No! I can’t!”

“Sure you can.” Kelly began removing Traci’s shirt, then reached around to unclasp her bra.

“What are you doing?”

“Come on, let’s get this show going.”

Traci shook her head frantically from side to side. “No, no, no! Please don’t make me wear that out. I can’t do it!”

Kelly rummaged through the closet until she found the new outfit. She thrust the two small articles of clothing out at Traci who meekly accepted them. “Good girl,” Kelly said with a satisfied grin as she motioned for Traci to carry on.

“Um, I need my bra.”

“Nope,” Kelly said very plainly.

“Um. Yes?”

“Bra straps are going to ruin the look. Time to let the girls fly free tonight.” She leaned in close and winked. “Besides, it’s not like you have much there, you know?”

“Hey!”

Kelly laughed. “Don’t worry about it, lots of guys are into itty-bitty-titties. You’ll look great!”

With her roommate’s urging—or as Traci might more accurately describe it, nagging—she finally changed into her new outfit. And she felt just as uncomfortable in it now as she had trying it on in the store.

“Come over here,” Kelly said as she stepped over to the standing mirror on her side of the room.

Reluctantly, Traci followed. And gasped when she caught sight of her reflection.

“See? You look great.”

“I look like a whore.”

Kelly moved up behind her and rested her chin on Traci’s shoulder. “Little bit,” she said with an evil grin.

“I hate this,” Traci said in a dejected tone. But now that she had the outfit on, she doubted Kelly would let her change back out of it. She tugged at the tiny skirt, trying to get just a bit more coverage over her thighs only to find that it caused the back of the skirt to ride up which just exposed her butt. And there was just so much exposed skin everywhere—not just her legs, but her belly and shoulders were all laid bare. And Traci wasn’t so crazy about the way the crop top clung to her chest. She was sure she could see her nipples through the thin fabric. The red cartoon heart seemed to be mocking her in her discomfort.

“Stop fidgeting,” Kelly ordered. “You know, there is something I forgot to pick out for you at the store, though...”

“What?”

“Should have got you some stripper heels to complete the look. Oh well, you can borrow one of my pairs tonight.”

“Thanks. I guess.”

Kelly let out a cackle. “Hey just be glad I’m not making you sit for a full face-makeover. I think that skirt and top are as ‘adventurous’ as you can handle. For now.”

Thank heavens for small mercies.