She agrees to try it on

The moment Emily saw the outfit, she gasped. The outfit was so restricting, but at the same time no revealing. What kind of slut would wear something like that?

Which is why the corresponding thought, that she never wanted to try on an outfit so much in her entire life, was so confusing. There was something about how how restrained it would make her. All the straps and supports, the way it left not an inch or crook up to her imagination, that made it impossible for her to imagine wanting to wear an outfit more. The minute she saw it, she wanted to wear it more then anything she'd ever seen in her whole life. No matter, how *naughty* it was. no matter how *exposing* it was.

"Wh-where..." She stammered, pushing her glasses up her noes. "Where is the changing room?"

"There isn't a changing room. We don't normally let a customer try on any outfits before we sell them. Don't want to damage any of the merchandise. I just decided to make a special exception for you, since you're just such a cutie."

"Where am I going to change then?" She asked. The hunger he looked at her with would have bothered her more if she could drag her eyes away from the outfit. It was just so smooth. It was just so perfect. She just had to wear it.

"Well, right here. Where else?" He laughed. Emily gulped. There was no way she'd be able to fit it over her current clothes. And besides, having anything underneath it just felt wrong to her in a way she couldn't put to words. She had to have it on her skin. She just had to.

Without a word, Emily reached down grabbing the hem of her loose fitting t-shirt and slowly and reluctantly pulling it over her head, letting her D-cup tits feel the air. The store clerk salivates at the sight.