Dress to impress

You drove Jan, and Jane by proxy, to the bridal studio of choice earlier. As promised, Jan didn't offer up any opinions about where to go or anything else wedding-related, she seemed just happy to accompany you to the studio. Although, she wasn't entirely on her own... at the moment, Jane had spread her influence elswhere through the body, particularly into the arms. While Jan would have been content to just sit in place and ride along, her pesky hands kept reaching up to fondle her larger breasts. Jan's squeaks were adorable whenever this happened, and then you were able to save the day by telling the hands to knock it off, particularly when nearby cars might see something.

"Thanks, John. They, uh... I guess they look really good, though, and they definitely feel good. It's the body I'd always wanted..."

You nodded a little, not wanting to make the mistake of saying that you'd want it as well!

"She does look pretty good," Jane said, causing Jan to jolt in a bit of pleasure. Each word still resonated between the legs, even if influence had spread. "It's too bad you can't just stay like this, Jan, you'd be walking down the aisle in no time!" Jan just laughed a little nervously at that prospect, with your wife teasing her about that in front of the man she'd like to do that with herself. "Hey, John, hold out your hand."

Since you came to a stop light, you did as requested, not really thinking about what was about to occur. Jan's hand, separate from her conscious intent, reached out to your hand and placed it upon her chest. You jerked back as Jan yelped, both of you realizing that Jane was going to be causing trouble for you wherever you went. Jan was merely the vessel through which torment would be **** upon you, in the guise of pleasure.

You parked in front of the bridal studio and turned to Jan. "Ground rules? No touching in public, for one. But how are you going to signal what you like and what you don't, hon?"

"Oh, easy," Jane said. "Dresses I want to try, I'll touch, and Jan will relay that info. Once we've picked a few... I'll do the rest in the dressing room. Jan will come out, give you a little pose, and she'll relay my thoughts to you."

It seemed simple enough. The two of you entered the boutique, and the nice staff offered any assistance if needed, but for the most part left you and Jan alone. Jan's face was still filled with starry-eyed wonder that she was in a bridal shop for the purpose of trying on dresses! Her body meant business, however, and occasionally you caught a glimpse of distress in Jan's eyes as she was unpredictably being tugged left and right to grab dresses, her body working against her.

Not long after, five dresses were swiftly chosen, and when a dressing room was procured, Jan was swept right into it by her impatient feet. The door closed, and your girlfriend, and the girl's body she had stolen, was briefly gone.

You waited patiently, not really sure what to make of this situation. What was the point of someone else trying on dresses, even if their bodies were exactly the same size? As far as you were concerned, the look had to complement the entire person, not just confirm that the boobs could fit into the dress.

You could hear some rustling, some discussion--arguments, even?--before the dressing room door swung open, and out stepped...

...an unparalleled beauty.

The white dress hugged her hips and waist perfectly, trailing into long shimmering white fabric that flowed out to near the floor. The chest was pushed together slightly, creating unmistakable cleavage for a little bit of a showy look, but still it was quite tasteful. But it wasn't just the dress and how it fit. It was Jan's face atop, shy and blushing but filled with pure happiness, that really stunned you into silence. It's not that Jane wasn't happy, she smiled a lot and she was always trying to be the life of the party. But you'd never seen her smile the same way that Jan smiles at you, even in the most romantic of circumstances. It makes you wonder if you were maybe thinking about this marriage thing all wrong.

Still smiling, her hand lifts up as she motions you into the dressing room. When she realizes what she was doing, Jan looked down at the hand beckoning you forth, and then looked back up, shaking her head in contrast to what her body was suggesting. It seems like Jane would like to do something interesting in the dressing room, but Jan knew better, not the kind of girl to have a wild streak that would let her get in trouble in a bridal boutique! The last thing she wanted was her face to be on a wall behind the counter of people to refuse service to, all because her body couldn't help itself and wanted to do something naughty with you within the store...