Dressed

To Felicia's complete shock one of the girl's grabbed her by the bicep and pulled her from the stall. Felicia's bare feet slid on the tile floor as she hunched over and covered up.

"Come on, we have to hurry!" Eleu said urgently.

"But... I'm not." Felicia stammered, but Mikala cut her off.

"Here, we'll help you get dressed." She said.

Mikala grasped the hula skirt and put each of Felicia's bare feet into it, then slid it up her legs and around her bare hips. At the same time Eleu grabbed the coconut bra, **** Felicia's arms aside and began tying it around her waist. Felicia squirmed, trying to resist, but the pair were much larger and stronger than her, and easily manhandled the naked, totally flustered CEO. In less than 30 seconds she was totally clad in this strange new outfit.

Felicia looked at herself. She in no way looked like her normal formal, refined self. The minuscule outfit showed off her tan, toned torso and short limbs. Barefoot, she was plainly short. At least the coconut bra gave the illusion of the large breasts she pretended to have, but she was naked under these novelty items!