Play the doll.

You wait back in the bedroom as she digs through her wardrobe. Only a few moments later, she comes out with a black bra and panties, and she hustles up behind you. It catches you by surprise when she wraps it around your best, and squeezes it tightly before wrapping the straps around to your back. You hear her thinking and humming to herself right behind your neck.

"Wow. First guess was right. I must be looking at you a little too much." She starts to tug on your bikini top string. "I figure it might be too bold to dress you from naked, so let's get you into some underwear. Does that sound all right? Hey, you put these on and let me know how they feel. I'll be back in my closet."

She hustles off yet again.

Even though you're both girls, it feels weird to strip when there's only a wall between the two of you, but you pull off your bathing suit and place is onto her bed. Then, you strap on the bra and slip up the panties. The bottoms fit snug. While the top is a little tight, it fits well enough. Not something you'd want to wear long-term, but it doesn't bother you now. You call out and tell her they work fine.

This time, you wait a little bit as she gathers together different things. Eventually, she comes out with clothes stacked up in her arms. She moves over to her bed, and drops them all over the place. A spark shines in her eyes. Clearly, she's looking forward to this a little too much.

"Arms up," she says as she brings up one of the tops. "Come on. Don't be shy. No you can't do it yourself."

You admit defeat and do as she says. Over your head, she slips on a shirt, sliding her hands slowly down your sides as she squeezes it on, despite it being incredibly tight. The white fabric ring stretched makes it almost transparent, and your black brassiere is clearly visible. She looks it over closely.

"Hmm. As expected. It was a little small on you, and your chest is bigger than mine."

You cover up and ask her why she tried it then!

She grins. "Why not? All right. I'll get it," she says as she eagerly peels the top off her body, plopping it over your head. It feels even stranger to be undressed by somebody.

This continues for awhile. Next, she puts you in a pair of denim booty shorts and a tube top the leaves little to the imagination. Next, a black skirt with skull themed thigh-highs and a see-through lace top with the pattern of spiderwebs. Next, a sexy firefighter? Why does she even have that?!

After all that, you feel your face radiating with heat. You look to Hannah, and she's blushing a little too. It seems to take a lot to make her visibly flustered, but when she does, she's incredibly adorable. You shake her head and once again try to focus on the matter at hand. You need an outfit, but she still isn't satisfied. Perhaps she's enjoying this a little too much.

"Some of those were too tight or too lose. Let's try this one though."

She bends down your legs, and you shiver as her fingers tickle your skin. She guides a pair of knee-high white socks up, though her hands continue to rise until they meet your thighs. She then brings them back down, and pulls a blue skirt with a white strip along the hem up to your waist. It covers you enough, though only to your upper thighs. Next, she brings your arms up again, and slides on a white and blue top and cuts off just beneath your bust, showing off a generous amount of your midriff. Lastly, she tucks your feet into a pair of fancy black shoes.

You look at the mirror. It's a sailor uniform? No, it's a schoolgirl outfit! Not only that, but it isn't one that's regulation. This is a skimpy, fetishy version. The skirt is too short, and you're pretty sure uniforms aren't built with crop tops. You shift uncomfortably, and feel pressured to push down your skirt. It reminds you of yesterday.