Kyle tries on the bikinis

Kyle took his armful of choices and stated heading to the checkout. “Woah!” Robin said. “Aren’t you going to try those on?”

“Yes,” Melissa said, “She’s going to try those on first.”

“But I...” Kyle started to say, but Darla had already asked the salesgirl to unlock some dresssing rooms. Kyle was led to one of them and the door closed behind him.

He was annoyed at both having to try these nightmare things on as much as not getting to change with the girls. He started sorting through the pile of things he was given. The black bikini, a red bikini, a silver metallic bikini, a bright blue bikini, some coverups, a couple of pareos, three pairs of sunglasses, some espadrilles, and a few pairs of flip flops.

He stood there, looking at the mass of clothing, when a knock on the door came. “You OK in there? Do you need any other sizes?” The sales clerk asked.

“Uh, no...” Kyle said. “I’m good.” He held up the black bikini and stared at it.

“C’mon our, Kylie!” Melissa said. “Let’s see you!”

“Show us!” Robin called.

Defetedly, Kyle stripped. He examined his glued up crotch in the mirror for a few seconds. It was flat hidden, but up close it wouldn’t pass inspection. He had to get out of that gym visit tomorrow.

He noted the “do not remove this when trying on!” strip in the bikini bottoms, and pulled them in place. He tied the string around his neck for the top, taking a second to stare at his chest before stuffing himself into the cups and finally getting the back hooked. The push up top did a number on his false chest, and he was worried about looking like that. He stared at himself in the mirror, swallowing hard, when he was broken out of his reverie.

Darla was knocking on the door. “Can we come in?”

He opened the door a crack and Robin pulled it open. The girls gave him a critical look. “I don’t think that fits,” Robin said.

Melissa came over behind him and tightened up the tie around his neck, hoisting his boobs up further. “Yeah, I agree,” she said, looking Kyle over.

Darla had him spin, and he felt like his ass cheeks were hanging out. “Yep. Wrong size,” she finally said.

Kyle was relieved. He was certain that it was too small too. Darla went to the sales clerk and said, “The black bikini she’s in, could you get the next size down, please?”

“Darla!” Kyle said. “Isn’t this too small as it is?”

“Don’t worry, Kylie,” she replied. “We’ll make sure you look good,” drawing out and emphasizing the last word.

The clerk returned with the smaller sized bikini and again, Kyle was shoved into the dressing room. Trembling, he put it on. The bottoms practically rode up his ass and the push up top REALLY pushed up his boobs. He was summoned back out. Robin was in a similar bikini, and she pulled Kyle over and struck a pose.

Darla snapped a few pictures. “These will get a ton of likes!” She said, tapping away on her phone.

“You’re posting my picture online?” Kyle said, somewhat horrified.

“Yep,” Darla said. “Bikini....summer....babes!” She said as she typed. “And... posted.”

“And that’s the one,” Robin said, smiling. “Now let’s get others tried on.”

And so it went. The girls made him try on variations of the bikinis (which were mostly decided to be too big, so he had to try on the next size down) with the wraps, each pair of sunglasses, with the shoes. The girls made sure to get pictures of him in each bikini that went up online, and he could hear his phone buzzing, apparently from the likes. He wound up with the red, black, and metallic silver bikinis, the espadrilles, all three sunglasses, and several covers and wraps.

“That’s a start,” Robin said with a wink as she paid.

“Let’s grab some coffee,” suggested Darla. “We can plan what’s next to get. I want to look at some shoes, we need to get Kylie’s skin care straightened out.”

They went to the coffee shop in the atrium of the mall, got their coffees, and sat down at a table off to the side.

“Ok,” Darla said. “What’s the plan here? What else do we need to get besides her skin care stuff” she said, gesturing at Kyle.

“Workout year for the gym tomorrow,” Robin said. “Some cute outfits? Oh! Makeup!”

“How are you set for lingerie?” Melissa asked Kyle.

“Um... OK?” Kyle hesitantly answered.

“Girl, you can’t ever have enough undies.” Darla said with a wink. “Do you have your black lace set ready?”

“My black lace set of what?” Kyle asked.

“You know,” Robin said with a playful nudge on Kyle’s shoulder, “for when the right guy comes along. Something sexy to wear to impress him, get his motor going...”

“To jump your bones!” Melissa added with a wink.

“Uh...” Kyle tried to think of an answer.

“Speaking of,” Darla said, “Everone remembered their pill today?” The girls nodded yes.

“Pill?” Asked Kyle, hoping to change the subject away from guys for a while.

“BC?” Robin said. Kyle started blankly at her. “Birth control? You’re on the pill, aren’t you, Kylie?”

“No?” Kyle said, not really sure how to answer.

The girls all looked incredulously at Kyle. “Hang on,” Robin said, pulling out her phone. She hit a quick dial number and held it to her ear.

“Hi! It’s Robin. Sure. I’ll hang on.” She looked at Kyle and winked.

After a bit, Robin said, “Hi Daddy! Yes.... oh, we’re at the mall.... not too much, just got Kylie some bikinis..... yeah.” She held up a “one sec” finger at Kyle.

“So Kylie... Yeah, her.... she’s sexually active.. No, she isn’t on the pill. Could you.... sure! One sec,”. Robin handed Kyle the phone. “Daddy wants to talk to you.”

Kyle was sure he was in Hell. Sexually active? The girls thought that? Uncertain of what to do, Kyle put the phone to his ear. “Uh... hello?”

A pleasant baritone voice responded. “Hello, Kylie. I’m Robin’s dad, Pete. She’s been talking non-stop about you, and I’m happy you’ve found a group of girls your age to fit in with. I’m sure you heard her tell me you wanted to get on birth control.”

“Um... yeah,” Kyle said as the three girls watched him intently.

“Before I prescribe that to you, I wanted to ask you some questions. Are your periods regular, or do they seem to come at varying times?”

Kyle had no idea what to say here, so he guessed. “They... vary?” Surely a bodily function that occurred like clockwork would be unreasonable, he figured.

“And bleeding? Heavy? Manageable?”

“Manageable! Really manageable! They’re just fine!” He didn’t Pete to think he had blood trickling down his leg.

“Any severe cramping? Anything abnormal?”

“Oh, no!” Kyle said, “Everything’s normal! Normal as can be here!”

“Ok, great. I’ll call in your new prescription. You can pick it up after a while later today while you girls are out. If you could, please put Robin back on so I can fill her in.”

Shocked, Kyle handed the phone back to Robin. “Yep!” She said. “She’s thrilled! Yeah... OK, I know that pharmacy. Yeah.... got it. Kylie Gladstone... just as it sounds... G L A D S T O N E. Ok. Thank you, Daddy!

“He’ll call that in and we can pick it up on our way home,” Robin said. “You should be on the pill, Kylie. It’ll help even out your period.”

“And it may even make your boobs bigger!” Melissa said with a smile.

“You really shouldn’t be dating guys and not be on it,” Darla said. “But don’t worry, we all have each others’ backs.”

She turned to the other girls. “Ok, now that we’ve got Kylie safe for dating, what’s next? Shoes? Undies? Clothes?”