Hot, stylish sister

Denise Carson, manager of an upscale clothing store, valued being stylish, beautiful, and what she called "professional hot". With her mid back-length, full, auburn hair, long, dancer's legs often exhibited by shorter business skirts, goblet-shaped, firm breasts, 3" long, always-polished nails, and high cheekboned, model face, Denise drew attention everywhere she went.

Her 4 years younger brother, Mike, made no hiding of his desires for her, would spend as much time with her as possible, they kept up a greeting hug and quick-lip kiss long after a holiday season when it began, and, a bit of a clothes guy himself, would suggest things for her to wear. The sexy sister admitted to eating up the attention he gave her several times.

Chatting with his hot sister as she prepared for work in her apartment, Mike picked out a shorter, tight black skirt and button-down, white, silk shirt for Denise to wear to work.

"This" he stated. "You'd look great in this..Well, you look great in everything, you gorgeous woman, but..Try this skirt and shirt.." he handed her the items. "Leave some buttons undone while you're at it" he commented.

"Reminds me of my party days..Remember those? I'd go out looking like a hooker!" Denise laughed. "I'd lay on my bed and slide those super-tight jeans on me, and you'd help me pull tight tops over my tits..Not to mention the slutty makeup" she laughed. "I sometimes want those days back".

A light haze came over the room, then disappeared.

The skirt and half-unbuttoned shirt were now on Denise's body, only somehow..Half their size. Her skirt barely covered her perfect ass and was lycra-tight; Her shirt ended just below her tits, exposing her tight, tanned tummy and deep, oval innie navel; Only one button held it tight to her body. Her feet were now, somehow, in spiked, hooker heels, and her long nails 5" and, as she'd call it some time ago, fuck-me red.

"How..I'm.." she smiled. "Any idea how tight this skirt is on me? I may not be able to even peel it off! And the shirt! That is one strong button! My tits are exploding out!" she noted to her eyes popping out brother. "And look at these hooker heels! I'm.."

Mike chimed in with "Fucking HOT". He didn't understand how this outfit he chose for her shrunk in size and tripled in tightness, but, they both loved it. He started to wonder what else he could tell her to wear that would attach itself to her body.

"Wait, though..I have to go to work..Like this? I can't change now.." Denise stated. "There better not be any cops around..They'll arrest me for prostitution!' she joked as Mike's hands traced her body and felt her warm, exposed skin.

"I'll hang around the store all night" Mike promised. "Then help you off with these, if we can get them off..And see if other clothes do the same to you..We're going to have fun with this. And you..Let's call you The Sexy Clothes Shrinker!" Mike joked, to, surprisingly, her approval.

"Sounds about right, really..Pick out something else for me to wear later, IF..We can get these off of me..Tell you what, though..I kind of don't want to..Party Girl may be back!" Denise kissed Mike twice, with her textbook "Mu-wah!" lip smacking.

Mike looked for her next outfit..