Her Outfit

The blond is walking back, an outfit clear in her hands. She walks close, and states, "Dad, what do you think of this outfit? I think it would work great, and it will fit. Besides, I was told I could wear anything I wanted, given I'm an adult and all."

She looks at the outfit, and then to her, and says, "I don't have a problem with it . . . and you’re right, but I also don't want to run rough shot over mom so much... Hey, why don't you put it on the mannequin, and let us all see how it looks?"

She nods, happy not to take another but another no. She walks over to me and quickly puts the dress on me. I feel the fabric then, rubbing against my otherwise exposed breasts and nipples. Only once she stands back to get a look at the dress in my reflection, can I see why there is some concern.

They stand back, looking it over, and soon their Dad speaks up, "I don't have a problem with it. Quite a few women are dressing like that, and besides, it’s not the most revealing thing you've seen her in."

"Yea, Mom, what’s the big deal?", asks her sister before walking back for her turn at picking out an outfit." As she walks by, their mom is shaking her head before saying, "Fine, she can wear it. With a sigh, she walks off, and I watch as the blonde walks back around to stand by my right side again. And once her mother is out of sight, she says, "Thanks."

"Don't mention it. Hey, take a look at this mannequin! How could it seem so real?"

She smiles at him, before turning back to me, and I resist the urge to gasp, as the pair turns their intense gaze on me.