She's so skittish...

"Wow, so this is your place?" Bethany asks, looking around at your little dorm room.

"Yeah, not much, but it's comfy," says Trish. "And it does have the one thing we really need to fix you up." She leads Bethany to the full length mirror you and Trish managed to get pretty cheap at a garage sale.

Bethany tries to look away from herself, almost as if she's embarrassed about her looks, but Trish isn't having it. "What's this?" she asks, wrapping her arms around Beth's shoulders. "Why Jane, look at this - in my mirror there's a super cute brunette with lovely blue eyes."

Beth touches her toes together, not used to being the center of attention. You give her a hug, your belly pressing against her hip. "It's funny," you say, "You always give off the impression you're shorter, Beth, but you're exactly the same height as Trish. And I know she's a solid 6'0". I'm 5'7", which is still a little tall for a girl, but I'm the little one here."

"Yeah, you're so nice and thin," says Trish. "Tall and thin, what guy would turn you down?"

"And that hair," you say, stroking her long, chestnut mane, "How long did it take you to grow it down to the small of your back? Asking for a friend who's hubby would love to see her grow some extra length." It's true, Trish loves the idea of getting you to look even more girly by letting your hair grow out. Long hair might be annoying sometimes, but you love looking special for her so much that you agreed immediately.

"How can you be worried?" asks Trish. "You're so hot. He'll love you." She takes Bethany's chin and turns her head to face the mirror. "Come on, what's not hot about that?"

"Well, um, my face is kind of too long."

"No way," you tell her, "your face is just perfect. It's not shaped like an egg, but that doesn't mean it's ugly. I think it fits well with that long neck and those small shoulders."

She does something halfway between a grin and a grimace, but you think she does appreciate the compliments.

"What else?" you ask her. You put an arm around her waist and nuzzle against her shoulder. That seems to relax her enough to help.

She practically whispers her answer. "My chest isn't big enough for how tall I am..."

"No!" Both you and Trish say together.

"I'm gangly."

"Bullshit," says Trish. "Literally every model out there is gangly then."

"I've got no hips."

"I can feel some hips right here," you tell her, squeezing her flank. "You can tell because they're right below this flat tummy."

"My hands are too small."

"So silly," you say. "That's a bonus for guys. Tiny hands always make a cock look bigger." That makes her ears go red.

"Seriously, who told you that you're not pretty?" asks Trish. "They need some beatings to straighten them out."

"Well... I don't really have a lot of friends. But I can tell what other girls are saying about me."

"Okay, well now you're hearing what two more girls have to say," you tell her. "So listen close - gorgeous!"

"Yeah," says Trish, "you've got a hell of a body. You're one naughty outfit from breaking some guy's mind."

"Exactly," you tell her. "Any man who gets to date you or even sit and talk with you is going to consider himself lucky."

"Maybe you were gangly at 14, but not now," says Trish. Then she pauses. "Actually, how old are you? I just realized we never talked about that." You can hear the worry in Trish's voice, though Bethany is too nervous to notice.

Neither of you wants to hear seventeen or younger and the tension builds until Bethany replies. "Oh, wow, that's true. Well, it's a shame because I had my eighteenth birthday just a month before I met you two."

You watch Trish's muscles relax a little. "Huh. Well that's too bad."

"Yeah, something else Zoey gets to do first," she says. "In about eight months it's her ninteenth, just a month after mine. You just missed her birthday by a bit."

"So you two are only eleven months apart?" says Trish. "I always heard that kids who are so close together tend to get along well."

"Yeah, we are close," she smiles.

"I guess that makes you two Irish twins, too," says Trish. "So we know your Mom must have been at least flirty. Zoey's keen to find herself a boy to toy with. Did you inherit all the shy genes in your family?"

"Ah, well..."

"You shouldn't be shy," you tell her. "Cause you also inherited all the looks! We've got to prove it to you - let's see what some jewelry does."

After raiding your jewelry boxes...

"But it's yours..." she squeaks.

"It literally won't fit me right now," you answer.

"I don't want your husband to get the wrong impression about me."

"Who do you think bought me a belly chain?" you ask. You also look over to the side, catching the huge smirk on Trish's face. Not only did she get you a silver belly chain, she got you a tight one and told you it was for those rare times you weren't going to be pregnant.

Bethany happens to look over and notices the smirk too. "Wait, Trish? You got her a belly chain?!?"

"Yeah, but her husband loved it!"

"God, I would be so embar..." she goes silent as you slip the chain around her waist. While she's quiet you slip off her stretchy black top and fetch something Trish brought out. A thin, silky crop top. It's technically black, but it's so sheer that you can see everything through it. When the cool metal touches Beth's bare skin she freezes up, giving you the chance to slip the fine crop top into place. She's just recovering when you button it up in front.

Trish then points her to the mirror. "What do you see now?"

Bethany stands up and looks. You managed to convince her (after many promises about how your husband would feel) to wear a nice, tight wrap skirt, so the leggy eighteen year old is a sight to behold. Soft legs and arms, firm and soft belly - all on display. Her chest completely covered by her bra, yet every curve of her tantalizing treats are exposed. The silver belly chain, necklace and earrings complete the look.

"See? You have a body that's to die for. If we were out on the street you would cause traffic accidents," you tell her. She'd probably also get accused of prostitution, but you're not about to mention that.

"Damn!" is all Trish can manage. She's taken to sitting down a lot so she can constantly adjust her position to hide her rather significant erection.

"I... wow," is all Bethany can manage. She takes a few steps toward the mirror as if she's not willing to believe her own eyes.

"Total babe," you tell her.

"Bombshell," says Trish.

"Now the only thing you need to do is stop being so nervous," you tell her. "Come here." You pat the bed next to you and Beth walks over in a daze. You wait for her to sit and then you cuddle with her. "You just need to let all this anxiety wash away. I'm going to sit here with you as long as it takes." You deliberately pull her hand to your belly as you say this and immediately feel Beth loosen up a little.

"I'll help too," says Trish, getting behind Bethany and starting a deep, powerful massage of her shoulders.