Dress to Test

“What do you mean ‘see where we’re at’?” Paul asked.

“Well, you’re not there yet and we still have to get stuff, so lets try a few things. First, your tits,” Katie responds and pulls out a large brassiere from her suitcase. “Take off your shirt and put this on.”

“Okay,” he slides off his work out shirt and sets it aside taking the bra, puts his arms through the straps, and tries to reach behind him to snap it close.

Katie picked up the fake breasts from table and raised an eyebrow watching him trying to reach behind him, “you might want to do it front and turn it around first until you’re more used to it.”

“Oh, ya! I think I’ve seen ya’ll do that.” Paul takes it off and wraps the band around him and clips it in back, then slides it around and puts his arms up.

“K, lets put this in,” Katie puts the faux flesh in the bra cups and adjusts the straps until the fit, “now we’ll need to get some glue for them and they should hold longer. She was wanting for you to go braless, but she’s talking up to 8-12 hours for starting dressing you until we send people home and I don’t know the glue would hold without the bra.”

The duration finally hit Paul, “wow! It really might be that long. How long will the glue hold with and without the bra?”

Katie continues to adjust the bra and tits while she talks, “well, the standard stuff I have will probably hold 12 hours depending on how much you sweet.” She stands up to get a better view moving side to side, “and if we keep you clean well enough if they are supported by your bra, but if you didn’t have the bra I wouldn’t be surprised if it fell in like 6 hours or so.”

“Standard stuff? Is there something better at there?”

“Well,” Katie replies hesitantly, “there is another style. It requires a solvent to remove it. It can basically stay until enough of your skin sheds if you don’t use the solvent, so... a few days even.”

“Is it dangerous?”

Katie stopped staring at his chest and then looked at his eyes for sincerity, “it's not dangerous but it can get a little expensive. Why would you want to?”

“Because she said she wanted it... tit for tat so to speak. If it's more expensive, I more concerned about it being right.. Well and safe.. As long as it's not super expensive.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re thinking of her and not your comfort. I will warn you they will not be very comfortable, but I’ll talk to my silicone vendor about getting you some of that. Speaking of,” Katie pulled something that looks like paint chips you’d get form the local hardware stores paint department for samples. “I need to get some shots for them to get these colored closer to you.”

Looking down at the fake breasts almost pink look next to his faux tan was rather jarring, “I was wondering about that. So, you’re saying they can match my skin tone.”

“Exactly. I’m going to have these custom made for you by their team and their bonus features will match them to your skin tone so it's vital you keep up your tanning appoints and make sure they keep this tone otherwise it's going to ruin the look.”

“I thought the dress had a high neckline.”

Katie rolls his eyes at him as she takes a moment testing different color strips over his chest, “you really are thick. It's vital that these are close to you as they can be to help the whole blend of the picture.”

“Um... k.”

Settling on two strips she puts one over his exposed chest and one next to a fake tit, “hold these right there.”

Paul looks down at them and holds them still, “alright.”

Katie turns around and grabs her phone, zooms in her camera, and takes a picture.

Paul looks up at her with a shocked look, “what are doing?!?”

“Don’t worry, I’m just getting a picture of your skin and the swatches; everything above your neck is cropped out. This way they can match your tone perfecting; these guys are true artists!! Its amazing what they can do with silicone.”

“Umm... good,” Paul hesitantly affirms as she takes a couple more shots for herself.

“Alright, stand up,” Katie instructs as she turns around to grab a corset. As he complies she continues, “lift up your arms,” and she wraps the boned cotton around him and clips the front closed, “hold this and turn around.”

“This one of yours? Damn, I didn’t realize I was that low.”

Katie giggles at that, “hardly! I had to borrow a few from some friends. This is from a drag queen friend of mine. I figured you’d need some more space, but I have to admit this is larger than you’ll probably need. No hold still,” Katie grabs both bunny ears and pulls taught to have the corset hold onto his torso.

“That’s not too bad,” Paul replies.

“Not done yet, put your arms up over your head,” she replies.

“K,” Paul responds as he puts his hands up, “but I’m surprised ya’ll gripe about these things for cons as much as you *fwefff*” Paul suddenly has the air pushed out of him as she makes a bigger pull from the strings.

“Still not done,” she continues feeding slack down to the ends as she gets ready for another pull, “keep your arms up.”

Another 5 pulls and she’s almost got the back touching, chuckling as Paul is trying to catch his breath. One more big pull and she’s able to get the back stays next to each other, so she ties it off.

Katie puts her fingers along the upper line of the corset and sees the gap there and feels it able to slide some on him still, “well, looks like we’ll need to go down a few sizes.”

Paul gasps out, “down a few sizes?!?”

“Relax, Cinderella. You’ve just done a good job loosing some weight; better than I thought. It’s a complement to go down a few sizes.”

“Well, thanks, but this feels rather tight already.”

“Oh, bless your heart! This is nothing. No you’ll easily get another 2-4 inches off at least I think.”

Paul already felt cut in two; he was not looking forward to that.

“Anyway, next need to check your movement in a skirt; arms up,” Katie then pulls out a green summer dress from her case and tosses it over his head and puts his arms through the sleeves. She pops the waist down over his tits and pulls it down, “k, bring your arms down.”

Paul puts his down over this dress and is thrilled by the lightness of s simple cotton dress and how exotically foreign it feels.

“Take of your shorts its not working.”

Paul looks up at her, “uh, what??”

“Sweety, take off your running shorts; your panty lines are showing.”

“Oh, um,” Paul starts to look around trying to figure out where he could hide and starts to move to the door.

“Stop,” Katie instructs quickly, “another girly lesson that I’m sure your beau would love, reach your hands up under your dress, grab the edge of your shorts and pull them down over your hips and then let them fall.”

Paul hunkers over and sheepishly does what she says trying to make sure the hem of the skirt stays down; doesn’t want her to see the workout thong he still has on from the tanning session earlier. However, once its down to his thighs he stands up straight and lets them shimmy down to the ground.

“See! That’s wasn’t so hard! Do that with your panties and you can have the boys hard almost instantly,” Katie teases, but Paul can think about times Molly would do that and walk out the door; it still causes his rod to stiffen up.