Jinny dressed differently.

"How about you wear something of mine? Since you only have that one outfit with you now," Isabelle suggested. "Sorry. I don't want to push you. I just don't want you to be uncomfortable with yourself."

Jinny's face was hot and red. "M-Maybe..." Clearly, she wanted to go along with it, but the situation was still humiliating, even with Belle beside her. "I don't own other outfits anyway."

Belle gasped. "Really? I see. We should go shopping then. My treat."

"You don't have to do that."

She pulled the red-head against her, and once again gave her a passionate kiss. When she pulled away, she looked the girl lovingly in the eyes. "Please let me?"

Dizzy, Jinny nodded. "Well, if you insist."

"How about I wait outside, and you wear what you'd like. Anything in my house is yours. Or you can wear your own clothing of course. I don't mind either way. Then we can go for a walk down to the market and see what nice outfits we can get you."

"O-Okay. Thank you, Belle."

"I'll meet you out the front door. Take your time." She the continued through the main room and out the door, leaving Jinny alone with her thoughts.

Is this really happening? It's so exciting but so scary. I love her so much, she thought.

Jinny entered her girlfriend's bedroom, and felt strange having been given full freedom to raid it. It felt wrong, but Belle insisted it was all right. Curious, she started opening drawers and looked in her closet, trying to get a scope of what she owned, though given she never owned much in the way of clothing herself, she had no idea what she was doing.

First, she slipped down her bottoms, and once in the nude, she decided to not keep the black-haired beauty waiting too long. First, she found a skirt, and though there were many, she threw one onto the bed that was a checkerboard of red and black. Next, a button-up white blouse. In front of a stand-up mirror in the corner, she slid the skirt up to her waist, but it was apparently that the two girls had very different physiques.

Isabelle was slim and tall, while Jinny was curvy and well-endowed. The skirt fit, though a bit shorter than it should have.

Next, she pulled the blouse around her body and buttoned it up. The buttons themselves struggled to contain her bust, and the points were obviously present from beneath the thin, white fabric. Her face became flustered at such a sight. That's too much!

To help, she found a black coat, and hung it over her shoulders. She didn't button it up, but it covered just enough to hide what would become an issue if she continued to feel excited. Everybody would see right away.

Next, she slipped on a pair of sandals she found, and that was it. She stood, knees shaking, at the cute image of herself in the mirror. Besides the skirt perhaps being a bit short, she looked normal on the outfit. In reality, she had nothing on beneath it all. While she rarely wore a bra, her normal top worked with that. The blouse did not, and in addition, she did at least always wear panties. Not anymore.

Cautiously, she stepped out of the bedroom and eventually out the front door.