A red micro bikini

Seconds felt like minutes for Jordan as she waited, in the nude. She was in the middle of a crowded store, completely nude. The only thing keeping her dignity were a set of fake paneled walls making a dressing room.

"Okay this is what I was able to get" she heard Veronica whisper on the other side of the dressing room stall door.

"Thank you" Jordan felt relieved for the first time in a long time. Only for her eyes to go wide when she saw a few very small pieces of elastic fabrics. She waited for more. Nothing. She bent down to pick up what she thought was scraps and a cruel joke. Upon further inspection she saw it was in fact a bathing suit.

"c'monnn I need more than this!" Jordan whined

"Give me 5 minutes, I'll pull my car to the front, you just have to walk out of the store in it. Than I'll drive you home." Veronica said, "Deal?"

Jordan thought hard. A walk through the store would mean at least a couple dozen people would see everything she could show legally.

"f-Fine." Jordan said pulling the red bathing suit up her legs. The two piece was... small. Too small. Jordan got it to her thighs when the fabric started stretching. Stretching so much it started to lose its color. Fading from a deep red into a lighter red. Jordan pulled the bottoms up to her ass. Where it stopped right before covering all of her ass crack. The suit was pinching into her sides. Uncomfortable on all fronts. The front barely covered pussy, basically her entire crotch was bared to the world. She blushed knowing what was to come.

She put her arm through the tiny red straps. Pulling the tight red top to her body. It went over like a tank top, but covered less than 5% of what a tank top would cover. Three thin lines connected with 2 inch large triangles, Jordan moved the triangles to cover her hard nipples. She blamed that on it being cold in the store. The top was so tight it mushed Jordans already perky b cups to nothing.

Jordan frowned "Okay... 5 minutes... be ready please--"

"WAIT!" Veronica shouted, "One more thing actually" Just than a pair of 3-inch red heels slid under the changing room door. "walk out in these as well"

Jordan was stunned, "I-I...I don't know how to walk in heels..."

"Sucks, see you outside!" She could hear Veronica walk away. Jordan whined, she bent down and slid the heels on. She stumbled forward trying to step in them.

Jordan found her footing, standing up straight. The tight scraps of fabric draped across her body caused an incredibly unusual uncomfortableness. The bottoms shot straight up into her ass making her feel each movement of her legs. She took a few steps forward, tripping over her own heel and slamming into wall.

"Ouch" Jordan rubbed her head.

"Are you okay in there dear?" A random ladies voice peaked through the silence she just grew used to.

"YEP all good here" Jordan panicked. Hoping she would just leave. She could see under the stall door, her shadow exit. Jordan took a deep breathe. Just had to walk out here. That's all she had to do. She had her backpack, all she needed to do is take the steps. Jordan spent another minute, practicing to walk in the heels around her small cubicle of a dressing room. After a second, she started to get the hang of it.

Jordan stepped out of the dressing room. Her face a shade of bright pink. She inched her way slowly. Taking tiny steps in her heels. She could see the exit. In the midst of dozens of people. She took one last look at herself. Her pale body was showcased in all ways. Her pale thing waist was shining from the red of the bikini. She stepped into the large clearing leading to the entrance, away from the safety of the clothing racks. She just kept focus on her feet. One step. Two steps. Three steps.

Jordan's eyes went wide. Her face swelled with red as felt what had just happened. She froze for a moment.