James makes some selections for Felicity

When they arrived, James led her into an upmarket department store, his arm firm around her waist. The cool, air-conditioned air was a stark contrast to the heat of the taxi, and she felt her nipples harden beneath her shirt. She knew that she was on display, that the other shoppers might see the hunger in her eyes. It was thrilling, a delicious secret that only they knew.

The store was a maze of designer racks and gleaming surfaces, and James steered her through it with ease. He knew exactly where he was going, and she followed him willingly, her heart racing with excitement. He led Felicity to the changing rooms, telling her to wait there while he went to select some outfits for her.

When he returned, he was carrying an armful of clothes, including a pair of cut-off denim shorts and a white tank top that looked suspiciously like it would be very tight. He handed them to her with a wink, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Why don't you try these on first?" he suggested. "I think they'll look good on you. But as I can’t come in with you, I want a photo of you in that changing room in the outfit you have on now, and then your underwear before you try the new bits on. Send them to my phone."

Felicity took the items from him, feeling the roughness of the denim against her fingertips. She stepped into the changing room, her heart pounding.

Once she had snapped the pictures and sent them, she began to strip, feeling more exposed than she ever had in her life. She folded her clothes neatly and stepped into the tiny space, looking at herself in the mirror. The white cotton of her panties was already damp with anticipation.

James waited outside the changing room, his cock already hard at the thought of what she might be wearing. His phone buzzed, and he eagerly checked the photos. The first one showed her in the outfit she had been wearing—innocent and sweet, but with an air of mischief in her eyes.

The second was of her in just her underwear, her nipples clearly visible through the fabric. He groaned, his cock straining against his trousers. He knew he had to have her in these clothes—it was the perfect mix of innocence and sluttiness that he craved.

He texted her back, his thumbs flying over the screen. "Perfect, baby. Now put on the shorts and tank. I want to see you in them."

She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself, and then slipped into the shorts.

They were snug, the denim hugging her ass like a second skin. She tugged the tank top over her head, her small breasts barely contained by the thin fabric. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt a rush of excitement—she looked like the kind of girl who would do anything for her man, and the idea was making her wetter by the second.

With trembling hands, Felicity held up her phone and took a selfie, making sure to capture the way the shorts accentuated her curves and the tank top barely covered her.

She sent the photo to James, her heart racing as she waited for his response. It came almost immediately. "Fuck, you look incredible. I can't wait to see you in those on the beach on honeymoon."

Her cheeks flushed with excitement, she pulled the shorts and tank top off, feeling a strange thrill at his words. The next item was a short, floral summer dress, the fabric light and airy in her hands. She stepped into it, the skirt brushing against her bare skin, and pulled it up. The dress was a perfect fit, hugging her waist and flaring out just enough to show off her tight ass and shapely legs. The neckline dipped low, revealing the tops of her breasts, and she knew James would love it.

With a grin, she turned to the mirror, her phone held at an angle that highlighted her cleavage. She snapped a photo, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she sent it to him.

The response was almost instantaneous, his message a string of fire emojis.

The next piece James had chosen was a long, emerald green satin evening dress. It looked like something that belonged on a movie star, not a shy architectural designer from England. Felicity felt a mix of excitement and trepidation as she slid the hanger off the rack.

The dress was surprisingly heavy, the fabric rich and luxurious as it slid over her skin. She stepped into it, the coolness of the satin a stark contrast to the warmth of her body.

Felicity pulled the dress up, feeling the smooth material caress her curves. It was like nothing she had ever worn before—so elegant, so decadent. The mirror reflected an image she had only ever dreamed of seeing. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement, her eyes sparkling with a newfound confidence.

With a shaky hand, she took a photo of herself in the stunning emerald gown. Her small breasts almost spilled out of the plunging neckline, and the fabric clung to her waist, accentuating her hips. She sent it to James with a message, "Do you like?"

The response was swift, "Fuck, yes. You look like a goddess. That's the one."

Her heart pounded with excitement as she read James's text. The dress was definitely not something she would have chosen for herself, but knowing he wanted her in it was intoxicating. She felt a thrill of power knowing she could make him so hungry with just a photo.

Felicity slipped the beautiful green dress off and hung it back up. Next she grabbed the hanger holding a short, tight black dress. The fabric felt soft and stretchy, and she could already imagine how it would feel against her skin. She slipped the dress over her head and let it fall into place, her body seemingly molding to the material. The dress hugged her every curve, ending at her mid-thigh and showcasing her toned legs. It was way shorter than what she would normally wear. The neckline plunged into her cleavage, making her immediately feel both sexy and nervous of people’s reactions.

Her heart raced as she took a deep breath and turned to the mirror. The woman staring back at her was not the same shy, introverted person she had been her whole life. This Felicity looked bold, seductive, and ready to embrace whatever James had in store for her. She took a few photos, capturing different angles and poses that highlighted the dress’s allure. The last photo she sent was of her in the dress with a seductive look in her eyes, hinting at the naughty side of her that James had brought to the surface.

The dress was indeed a hit. James’s response was a simple, "You're going to drive me wild in that." Felicity felt a shiver of excitement at the thought of the reactions she would get from others, knowing that she was playing a role that was so different from her usual self.

But there was one more outfit to try—a short, dark red strapless number. The fabric was similar to the black dress, but slightly heavier so that it clung to her body like a second skin. She stepped into the dress with a mix of excitement and nerves, her hands shaking as she pulled it up. The dress was so tight it was like it had been painted on, hugging every curve and leaving nothing to the imagination.

Felicity took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. The color looked incredible against her pale skin, her green eyes popping in a way they never had before. She felt like a completely different person, someone who was not afraid to be seen, to be desired. Her confidence grew as she turned, watching the way the dress moved with her, the way it made her feel.

With a mischievous smile, she snapped a few photos, making sure to get the best angles. She knew James would love this—she could almost feel his eyes on her, devouring her image. She sent the photos, her heart racing with anticipation.

James's response was swift and to the point: "Fuck, you look like a walking wet dream. That's the one."

Felicity felt a thrill of excitement at his words. She had never felt so sexy, so desired. It was a powerful feeling, one that made her want to push her boundaries even further.