"Just a few more adjustments"

"Just a few more?" Malon repeated. "But I barely have anything left!"

"No, trust me, I know what I'm doing."

Malon was starting to lose that trust, but Lydia was the one holding the shears, so she let her finish. "You know what's in?" Lydia asked. "Bare midriffs. Nothing draws the eye like an exposed nipple–I mean navel!"

"Are you sure that's necessary?"

"Absolutely," Lydia said, cutting away at the bottom of her shirt, if it could still be called that. But she didn't just expose her navel, she exposed everything below her breasts! Her entire flat stomach was on display for anyone who looked.

"Huh," Lydia said, stepping back. "Now this part just looks tacky." She moved forward again and started snipping away above Malon's breasts, and when she was done, Malon was revealing more cleavage than she ever had before in her life, and her top was just a strip of cloth held together by a single button. "Perfect! Now you're good to go!"

Malon looked down at what was left of her clothes and grimaced. Perfect? No, it was horrendous! If she sat down, bent over, jumped, or even breathed the wrong way, she could end up exposing herself completely! If she could just convince Lydia of that, her friend would surely give her something else to wear, wouldn't she?

Well, maybe not. Maybe Malon should just take this opportunity to get away from her friend while she was still wearing anything at all. And face the world barely dressed. Neither choice looked good, but she had to choose something.