Lisa checks the fitting

Feeling a mix of dread and curiosity, you take the panties and head back to the changing room. You quickly change into the pink bikini panties, feeling the soft fabric against your skin. The fit is snug and comfortable, just as Lisa had promised.

When you step out, you can feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. The t-shirt hangs loosely on you, and the pink panties are clearly visible. You stand there awkwardly, waiting for their reactions.

Lisa and Sarah exchange glances before walking over to you. Sarah is the first to reach out, lifting the hem of your t-shirt to get a better look at the fit. Her expression is a mix of amusement and approval. "Not bad, Alex. They fit you pretty well," she says, nodding.

Lisa steps closer, her eyes appraising. She lifts the t-shirt a bit higher, examining the waistband and how the panties sit on your hips. "The fit is good, and the material looks comfortable," she observes, her voice professional but with a hint of surprise. She adjusts the waistband slightly, and in doing so, the top of the panties opens a bit, giving her a glimpse of your diminutive penis.

Your face turns crimson as you realize what she's seen. Lisa's eyes widen for a moment before she quickly recovers, her expression turning to one of understanding. "Oh, I'm sorry, Alex," she says gently, letting go of the waistband. "These panties do seem to fit you perfectly."

Sarah steps in, noticing your embarrassment. "See? I told you they were better than regular underwear. And now you have Lisa's expert opinion backing you up," she says, trying to ease the tension.

Lisa gives you a reassuring smile. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Comfort and fit are what's important. And you wear them well."

You nod, still feeling a bit self-conscious but also strangely validated. "Thanks, Lisa. And Sarah."

With that, they step back, allowing you to lower the t-shirt and cover yourself again. The moment of embarrassment fades slightly as you realize they both genuinely support you.