Only one dressing room is available.

The saleswoman nodded her head, gesturing for the two girls to follow. They were led to the corner of the store where there were two dressing rooms for them to use, but there was a catch. Hung on one of the doors stuck a sheet of paper, on it a message that perturbed Eliza slightly.

Under construction
Temporarily Closed
Sorry for the inconvenience.

While normally this wouldn’t have been a big issue, they were shopping in between her classes, so running out of time was a conceivable risk. As Eliza was contemplating on what to do, the saleswoman gave Chloe the key and walked back to the front of the store, greeting a new customer as they entered. Eliza was then confronted with the problem as Chloe unlocked and opened the door.

“So, do you want to go first or should I?” She asked. Eliza gave it a few moments of thought before answering.

“Well, I still have a class after this, so I don’t have a lot of time. Maybe I could go first and you could go next as I run to class.” Eliza offered. Chloe, on the other hand, had different plans.

“What? No. The whole point is that I need your advice, not to mention seeing each other in different dresses is like half the fun of dress shopping.” She looked down, a saddened look on her face. It lasted only a moment though, before her head shot back up, her usual happy expression returning. “If you don’t have time, then let’s just both go in. There’s room enough for two people.” Eliza looked at the bubbly Chloe, unsure of what to do. The thought definitely crossed her mind, but she had tossed it away rather quickly. While the two of them were friends, they were rather new friends, only knowing each other for just over a week. Not to mention with her new found sexuality, seeing someone so attractive half naked might just tip her urges over the edge. Though then again, her experience with Sven was only a couple of days ago, would the urge even be a problem? While contemplating, she realized Chloe was waiting for an answer, the realization of which caused her to quickly blurt something out.

“Oh, um, sure.” She agreed, not actually deciding on if it was a good idea or not. The look on Chloe’s face brightened with a huge grin, her reaching out and grabbing Eliza’s hand. Before she knew it, Chloe had dragged her into the changing room, locking the door behind them. The two women were now alone, in a secluded, private room, about to undress in front of each other. This might have been a mistake.

Chloe was not nearly as shy as she was, apparently unaffected by their current situation as she kicked off her shoes. She had been wearing a simple graphic tee-shirt and short shorts, which she began stripping off without delay. Eliza was courteous and tried to look away, but the room had three large mirrors that reflected every inch of the room, leaving no blind spot of the undressing teen.

The shorts were the first thing to come off, Eliza unable to look away from the mirror as they slid down her slender legs. Her eyes locked onto her pastel pink panties that curved around her privates with a supple tightness. A lacey, slightly darker pink frill wrapped around her legs and waist, accentuating where the silky fabric met silky skin. As a cherry on top there was a small bow under her navel, adding an almost innocent cuteness to the whole sexualized scene. The visage of her small frame in panties and a tee-shirt was more than she could handle, finding herself unbelievably attracted and lustful over her petite friend.

Chloe, unwittingly strip teasing her friend, continued to undress, grabbing at the base of her shirt. She lifted the form fitting tee up as it clung to her body, revealing a slim stomach and slight hourglass shaped hips. The fabric struggled for a moment as it tried to crest the mounds on her chest, pulling up on them. It was then released in one beautiful moment, her boobs jiggling as they bounced. Her bra was a matching set to the panties, pastel pink with frills and another bow, this time nestled comfortably between her large breasts. Eliza gawked at the half naked beauty behind her, before realizing that she hadn’t even started undressing. Would Chloe realize she was ogling her body as she stripped? In response, Eliza quickly kicked her shoes off and began undressing herself. She wasn’t quick enough for Chloe though, who had finished and walked up behind her.

“Oh, don’t be so bashful, with that body you have nothing to worry about. Here, let me help.” Before Eliza could even attempt to object, a set of hands grabbed onto the base of her shirt and lifted it up. It was also form fitting like Chloe's, so it stuck to her skin as her stomach was revealed. Her vision becomes obscured by fabric as her arms are **** upwards by Chloe’s enthusiastic movements. The sudden pulling and dropping of her chest caused a similar, if not more energetic bounce as they fell back into position, her bra shifting slightly thanks to the speed. Her vision returned just in time to see her breasts stop jiggling, the bra doing its job to keep them in place. She silently thanked god that she was still fully covered, the sensation of her bra moving made it feel like it was lifted clean off.

Eliza’s bra was a boring plain white color, one you would find on any shelf in any clothing store. Her panties on the other hand were a slightly different story. They were the matching set of the bra she wore yesterday, which were suggestively frilly and lacey, something you wear to seduce or entice your partner. That morning she had just picked two at random, not caring to match them as it wasn’t like she was planning on showing anybody. She regretted that decision now, and especially regretted the choice of panties even more. The realization made her wonder though as she glanced at the underweared Chloe behind her. She had a matching set, which was something you would only do if you were planning on showcasing them. Did…did Chloe plan on this happening?

Eliza’s train of thought is cut short as a pair of fingers wrap around her waist and onto her shorts. She had enough mind about her to quickly decline the offered help, worried that the act of someone else taking off her shorts being the thing that triggered her. Eliza was having a hard enough time as it was, doing her best to stay level headed.

A red blush took over Eliza’s face as she slid the shorts down her thighs, revealing the lace panties that lay hidden underneath. Chloe had turned away to pick out one of the dresses, but Eliza was pretty sure she saw Chloe stealing glances through the mirrors. Kicking the shorts aside, Eliza quickly snatched one of the dresses, anything to cover herself up before her blood boiled and she lost complete control.

Three dresses had been picked out for her ranging in three different colors; red, black, and purple. The one she had happened to grab was the long black dress, the one she had picked herself and the most modest of the choices. It was a long sheath dress going down to her ankles, a slit riding up one side to not compromise movement. Around the chest was a simple two peak V-neck, her plain white bra peeking through as it dipped below her bra line. That was the issue she had with all three of the dresses, she wouldn’t be able to wear a bra with any of them,

As Eliza slipped the dress on as best as she could, she couldn’t help but watch Chloe wiggle herself into her own dress. Two straps came down from around her neck and covered her full chest, the bottom stopping right around where a sports bra would. It was rather revealing, Chloe’s breasts almost spilling out the sides of the cloth. Continuing downward was a mesh of interlaced threads covering her stomach with four larger threads snaking around to her back, bottomed off with a much too short mini skirt.

“How do I look?” Chloe asked, oblivious to Eliza’s inner struggle. She hesitated before answering, not exactly sure how she should respond. What she wanted to say was that she looked positively sexy, but she figured that would be too blunt. While she waited for an answer, Chloe spun around a bit, her and Eliza looking her over in the mirror. Besides her mini skirt and few of the stomach hugging threads, her back was completely bare, something that made Eliza’s head spin. She envisioned herself sliding a finger across her exposed back, tracing a drunken line downward to send chills down her spine. Eliza shook back to reality as Chloe raised an eyebrow, Eliza realizing she was still waiting for an answer.

“It looks…uh, good. It doesn’t…cover a lot though.” Eliza couldn’t help herself from glancing at her not so covered chest.

“I don’t know, you seem to like it.” She said flirtatiously, sending a jolt of panic through Eliza. Wait, does she know? Was it because I took too long? Did she see me ogling her when she stripped? A series of questions raced through her mind in an instant, only for Chloe to quickly derail it.

“I’m just kidding.” She chuckled, her breasts bouncing as she did. “This is much too risque for my tastes, I just wanted to try it on, that’s half the fun of dress shopping.” The lighthearted tone of her voice had a small soothing effect on the anxiety inside her head, only for it to skyrocket again when she approached her. “Here, let me help.” Before she could react Chloe clutched the cloth around her hips, pulling down on the bunched up fabric. Eliza let out her held breath, her panicked brain recklessly jumping to some, impure thoughts.

To calm herself, she managed to pry her eyes off the beautiful woman standing next to her and look at the equally beautiful woman in the mirror. That wasn’t just vanity speaking, as Eliza felt like she had become more attractive. It might just be a combination of the flattering dress and the confidence she had gained, but something still nagged at her that she looked different. It was subtle, but there definitely seemed to be something different. The sides and stomach had smoothed out, no longer having any trace of pudge overflowing around her hips. It seemed like the excess fat from her waist had migrated to her chest, her two lumps looking like they grew a bra size. Eliza never really looked at herself in the mirror at home, never really liking what she saw, but this time, she could truthfully say that she looked positively stunning.

“I think that looks good…but,” Chloe said thoughtfully. “I don’t think it’ll work to be honest. We’re heading to a club, not your highschool prom. You need something sexier, something more eye-catching. Try this one.” Chloe handed her one of the two remaining dresses. Though, Eliza would use the term dress lightly, as what she was handed looked like a pile of unspooled thread. She looked at the slightly tangled dress, wrapping her head around what went where and what parts covered what.

Putting on the second dress was easier for her, at least mentally. The shock and embarrassment of stripping down to her underwear had died off, becoming slightly more comfortable with the entire situation. What wasn’t an easier task was actually getting the damn dress on. She still wasn’t sure if she had the thing oriented right, Eliza having no idea how it should lay on her body. Chloe came to the rescue once again, but this time Eliza was happy for her help, the frustration of the ordeal overriding her normal flustered response.

Working together, the two ladies finally found how the dress was supposed to be worn, and Eliza couldn’t say she was happy about it. It was a strapless, purple dress, clinging tightly around her bust. The fabric between her breasts was just a pair of threads interweaved back and forth, squeezing them together, only accentuating her already overbearing cleavage. Her stomach was no more covered, the fabric looking like someone took a pair of scissors to it to make as many holes as possible. All of that ended with what could barely be described as a skirt, Eliza unsure if she would even be able to walk in the thing without flashing anyone and everyone.

Chloe whistled suggestively, her eyes thoroughly examining her entire body. “Looking good there, sexy. If you’re looking for one of the boys to take you home, I don’t think you could do any better. They’ll be drooling over you.”

“That’s the exact opposite of what I want.” Eliza said, reflexively covering herself regardless of it being a losing battle. “I want to blend into the background, not wear a sign that says 'take me home and fuck me.'”

“You’re loss, little miss single. Though I guess you do have a point, I don’t want you showing me up.” Chloe bemused playfully. Reaching around the back of her head, It was then Eliza realized something. The round bulbs of her breasts could clearly be seen peeking out from behind the thin fabric , as in, there was no bra in sight. Eliza hadn’t noticed she wasn’t wearing it the entire time, her mind being too distracted to put two and two together. Her face became flush with blood, her sheepish mind not knowing how to handle the situation. Eliza turned away in an attempt to be chaste, but she wasn't sure if she would have the willpower to resist.