New taste in clothes

For the next days you keep listening to the CD you got from Josh every time you can. It surprises you, since you hated that music at first. But after a few days you can't remember why you hated it in the first place.

Actually, more things changes in the next days. For instance, one day you decide to wear a skirt for work. You always wore trousers after that one time you wore a skirt and almost all men at your work stared after your ass lustfully. But one day you decide to wear it and when you think about the possibility of men staring at your ass... it doesn't bother you. In fact, when later you catch men staring at your ass it makes you proud of it for some reason.

Few days later you stare at yourself in a mirror before leaving for work and frown. Something is wrong. But what is it? You stare at your reflection and try to figure out what's wrong. Your gaze falls on your shirt. You hesitantly reach toward the button closes to your neck. Slowly, you unbutton it. You look at yourself and nod. Now it's better. In the next days you don't even notice when you unbutton another button and then another.

When you return home after the first day you unbuttoned three of your shirt's button, you come across Josh. For some reason you straighten up at the sight of him. Your heart also starts beating faster. When he notices you, he smiles.

'You look very nice today, Jane,' he says. You smile, pleased he's satisfied. You frown. Why you're pleased he's satisfied with your look?

'Is everything okay?' he asks, walking closer to you. Your eyes land on his headphones. You can hear music coming from them.

'Yes,' you answers slowly. 'I'm fine. Thank you for the compliment.'

'Of course,' Josh says and caresses your cheek. 'You're a pretty girl and pretty girl should receive compliments. Don't you agree?'

'Yes,' you answers, smile slowly spreading across your face. 'Thank you.'

Slowly, you head into your apartment. When you close the door behind you, you notice Josh is staring at your ass. That makes your heart skip a beat. And next day you decide to wear a shorter skirt.

***

Few days later your in a restroom at work, cleaning your hands. You straighten up and look into the mirror. You gasp and your eyes go wide. You're not wearing any bra. How did that happen? Well, at least you know now why all the men (and some women) were staring at your chest.

'What was I thinking?' you whisper to yourself. You wonder whether you can use your lunch break to quickly buy a bra. But then you remember how you met Josh that morning. He smiled at you and nodded approvingly. He said: 'Looking good, Jane.' You smile.

'Yes,' you say, your voice a bit dreamy, and puff your chest out. 'I look good.'

When you return from work today, you throw away all your bras. You won't need them anymore. You look much better without them. You also look at your skirts and shake your head. Nope. You need shorter skirts. Much shorter. Guess that means you're going shopping.

Few days later you're once again getting dressed for work. You're about to put on your panties, when you freeze. You remember how you stumbled yesterday on the stairs. After you regained your balance you noticed that Josh took a peak under your skirt. He smirked at you when he saw you noticed and that made your heart race.

'What if...?' you whisper to yourself. Feeling bold, you put the panties away. You finished getting dressed and go to work. Few times you bend over in front of your colleagues. You notice how flushed they are and that makes you aroused. But you're completely dripping when you come across Josh after you come back.

'Jane, I like your new style,' he says, grinning at you. 'It suits you much better. Don't you think?'

'Yes, Josh, thank you,' you say dreamily. You enter your apartment and hurry to play the CD you got from Josh. Once it's playing, you drop on your bed and start fingering yourself.

'Oh. Oh, oh, oh!' you moan, quickening your pace. 'Josh... Josh. Josh!'

You come and fall on your pillows. Then you stiffed, horrified. Did you just... masturbated while thinking of your neighbor. Before you can understand it you fall asleep, forgetting you're still wearing the clothes from work or that you're wet from your come...