Lauren tries it on

"Come on, we have time! I want to take it for a spin," Lauren grinned and began to take off her top. "First, just got to make sure the blouse fits. They're supposed to be pretty tight, so we may need to take it someone to fit it."

"We shouldn't have to; the lady said that the costumes are one size fits all, so it may be pretty stretchy," John said as he held up the top.

"Oh, you naive boy," Lauren shook her head as she took it from him. "Even if it is stretchy, doesn't mean that it will be comfortable--and you wouldn't be the one having your girls squished by the damn thing. Unless you want to give it a try?"

John chuckled as she pulled the blouse over her head. She slid it into place and sneaked her arms through the blouse's short sleeves. Some quick tugs and, to both their surprise, it seemed to fit perfectly. It hugged her skin, but there was still a little room to breath, and the neckline, while showing a hint of cleavage, supported and cupped her chest nicely.

"How does it feel?" John asked, as he tried to ignore a stirring in his loins.

"It feels really comfortable, honestly. The fabric breaths and it shouldn't need any adjustment at all! Lucky us." Lauren grinned as she slipped off her pants. With a gentle kick aside, she stood there in her panties and blouse. John tried to take his mind off the sight, but couldn't stop staring as he handed her the skirt thing as well. Lauren pulled it up to her hips; the smooth cotton fabric making her shiver with its gentle caress. She shook her head and noticed there was a drawstring along the top of the skirt, which she quickly tied and tightened until it was secure.

"And now, the hard part," She grinned, "Pass me the sari--the long fabric." John began to pull it from the bag; he marveled at its length, as it kept going on--he felt like a magician, after a while. Lauren nimbly gathered it up and set it on the bed. She laid her phone down, as she pulled up a video to help her with the draping process. She had had some familiarity with the idea, but wasn't too confident about actually doing it herself--and yet, while she was waiting for the video to load, her hands began to manipulate the fabric. Her mind went on auto pilot, while her hands nimbly seemed to know where to go. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it almost felt like something was guiding her hands along the thick border of the fabric until she found the starting point. Instinctively, she tucked the fabric into the skirt and began to tuck it around herself. After she had made one whole lap, it was like a spirit possessed him--One hand held the sari in place while the other found the other end of the fabric and, in what felt like a blink of an eye, had skillfully wrapped the remainder around herself. It was drawn over her chest and tossed over her left shoulder.

John watched in awe; he couldn't hear if a video was playing, but he saw as Lauren instinctively and without hesitation manipulated what had seemed like a long piece of cloth and elegantly manipulate it around herself and transform it into a thing of beauty. When Lauren would think back later, her memory would be hazy; she'd distantly recall seeing her hands begin to pleat the excess fabric hanging from her waist and tucking it into the skirt, and then doing something similar to the fabric over her chest, but couldn't tell you at all how she had done it. But before she knew it, she was standing there, in their room, a completely draped sari over herself.

Finally, she shook her head, almost as if waking up. "Wow, honey, you look amazing!! How did you do that?" John gushed. It looked gorgeous on her and the cloth showed enough but kept enough mystery to tease him--he wanted to rip it off her and throw her on the bed, but he also didn't want to destroy all the effort she put in. Still, his eyes wandered over the sari and a quiet part of his mind seemed drawn to it, almost feeling a little bit of envy. He noticed the thought and dismissed.

"I don't know. . . just beginner's luck, I guess," Lauren looked confused for a second, and then grinned. "It feels amazing; I almost don't want to move and risk it falling off." She laughed. "How about it, mister? Should I take it off and thank you personally, or keep it on?"