‘Minimal’ would best describe it

With Sir gone, Vyki giggled as she stood up. She considered getting dressed but thinking of his finger along her still tingling lips, Vyki thought it would be best and grabbed the lip gloss Mitsy had left behind and re-applied a coat before retrieving the clothes left for her.

Enjoying the warm prickling sensation, Vyki practically bounced over to the hanging garments. A little disappointed that they are a bright pink that might be more fitting Molly, she felt the shade would at least scream femininity. However, as she grabbed the shirt, she had to double check the size. While it clearly read in the larger realm where she was, the garment looked well short of it. Feeling the fabric, it seemed to have stretchiness to it, and she was reminded how clinging women’s apparel was and just dismissed as that. However, examining the skirt made it evident this wasn’t much more than a belt with flare. She worried greatly about the length of its pleats, but she was hoping it was just the perspective she was looking at it.

Regardless, she only had limited time and other than the two hair scrunchies, she wasn’t given another option, so she may as well try. Grasping the skirt, she pulled it up her bare legs and was unfortunately correct about the very abbreviated hem. She had to rest the waistband of the skirt below her corset just to try to have some modicum of coverage, but she still felt the edge not reach the bottom of her ass as she attempted to sweep it down behind her. She would definitely have to send Sir to get her some spankies or something to keep from getting arrested.

Moving over to the top half of the outfit, Vyki pulled the shirt over her head and was pleased at how much it stretched out to move over her shoulders and was impressed at how well it seemed to come back to shape without a lot of fussing or feeling like she was going to pull a muscle. Even working the bottom of her shirt over her bust, she was impressed that it managed to encompass the width of her chest. However, it quickly fell short.

While the shirt, if she could call it that, did manage to stretch around her torso, it did not want to stretch down it. In fact, as she pulled it down, it managed to go over her breasts but then pull back to just below her nipples leaving the lower curve of her tits clearly exposed. She continued with trying to pull it down, but invariably, it would pop back up wiggling her tits in the process. After a half dozen or so attempts when the recoil of the shirt caused it’s abbreviated him to bounce over her breasts leaving her chests exposed, Vyki pulled it back over her breasts to at least cover her fake nipples.

About that time, Mitsy knocked on the door lightly and opened it announcing, “it’s just me to check on the fit and see if you needed any help,” before slowly walking in. Looking over, she could see the frustrated lady with disheveled hair and the apprehensive look she knew all too well. She finds many women have the impossible vision that the can recapture their youth with trendier, sexier looks, but when nature’s cruel reality shows them that is not possible, they become disillusioned and complacent to abandon the attempt.

However, Mitsy found if you can help them see that with the right grooming and accessories, while they may not appear as youthful as the models (because nobody can photoshop themselves daily), they have their own genuine sex appeal. And especially if they brought their husband, or boyfriend, most guys will be so thrilled with the result and change from their drab attire, that the sale is an easy win. Even if they turn around and change back into their regular attire, the husbands enthusiastically hand over the card to take it home even for just bedroom play. But with this girl’s options, she was sure she could get the girl fixed up enough to have her boy toy drooling over her and exhibitionist enough to walk out of here. At the very least, she could get her trusting enough to buy something slightly less sexy from the recent fashion rack.

“I think these are too small,” Vyki frustratingly announced.

“Actually, these are a modern trend. Underboob is all the rage,” Mitsy said reassuringly, and she grabbed the hairbrush. “Let me fix up your hair and you can get the full effect. Halsey ain’t got nothing on you.”

Vyki was a bit apprehensive about the salesgirl touching her wig, but she tugged on it harder than Vyki could pull away and didn’t seem to notice anything as she tightened up her hair into a side ponytail and attached one of the scrunchies.

In short, practiced order, Mitsy had moved over to the other side and made quick work of the other tail. As she stroked out the hair, she was impressed with the wig’s quality; she knew the customer at least wasn’t destitute, but she did wonder if she had gone through some trauma that required her to replace her hair. A scenario of something as tragic and life altering as cancer ran through her mind. She felt that would at least explain the fake breasts. In her mind she saw a strong, driven woman focused on her career only to have her life threatened by a silent killer. Looking the mortality we all face and somehow making it through, this false character in Mitsy’s mine decided to finally give up her societal grind and live what short life she had getting a boy toy companion and throwing caution to the wind; living each day for her own thrill without a care in the world because it could be her last. By God, if Mitsy could help out this hero of women who fought her entire life bottling up her sexuality just to be cast aside, Mitsy was going to make her the object of any man’s desire. Looking again at the woman’s caked, weathered face, Mitsy dropped her goals. ‘Well at least the desires of any schlub being dragged through this mall,’ she thought to herself.

Finishing the last ponytail and ensuring they were tight and straight, Mitsy sprays here a few more times with the latest aromatic making sure her ponytails are dosed well enough to emit the pleasant scent as they swing in the air while she walks. With her finish, Mitsy announces, “alright, let’s see what you look like on stage!” Grabbing her hand, she leads her to the door.

“I’m sorry?” a confused Vyki asked as she stumbled barefoot out of the little dressing room into the hall of the back dressing area only to hear the gated door latch behind her.

“Oh, it’s just what we call our little viewing platform with the mirrors,” Mitsy explained as she guided the lovely lady over to the raised area surrounded by reflections.

Vyki had been starting at the women aghast not really sure what she meant until Mitsy stopped her and pointed out. “Watch the step! Don’t want to stub your toes!” Finally looking down, Vyki saw the elevated, polished, wooden platform and stepped up as instructed. However, when she looked up, she was truly surprised by what she saw. No longer was she a little older woman in a sweet dress; she was a subbie slut ready for a club or a night waking on the street. Looking from her head to her bare feet, she could see how an outfit like this would have been worn by someone looking to role play at the dungeon.

“See!” Mitsy said excitedly. “isn’t it hawt!?”

The shirt could have been considered ‘sexy athletic’ with its color and cut across the shoulders, but with the abbreviated hem ending before her breasts did exposing the lower portion and her entire corset displayed, it screamed ‘slutty’. Add to it the skirt which she wasn’t even sure made it past her butt, she felt like she was showing all sort of under-cleavage. Yet, as she looked at the person in the mirror, she couldn’t deny how aroused she was getting herself. The fact that the sexual creature moved when she did just added to the allure and caused her trapped rod to pulse against its prison, begging for relief.

“I think your boyfriend would love it,” Mitsy assured as she watched the lady with the less than vanilla tastes seemed to really be turned on with the daring attire.

Vyki continued to stare at herself thinking about all the things she would want to do to the slut in the mirror, enjoying watching her ponytails twist in the air as she turned side to side feeling her skirt twist around. Barely processing the commentary, Vyki thought of what Daddy would think of this outfit. Considering the outfits he bought for her in the past, this seemed right up his alley. Standing up on her tip toes to think of how she’d looking standing next to his massive form going back to Phit’s dance club. She starts shaking her hips, side to side.