Shopping with Personality

James was, like, totally happy to have won the prize. She got to go shopping! And the personal shopper was a totes cute redhead with the yummiest clothes. James had the store all to herself for the day, just her and Amy.

"Try this on and tell me how you look," Amy said, handing over a hanger with an outfit on it.

James, already naked, put on the new clothes. "It's, like, totally cute. I'm wearing a pink tank-top and a pair of the juiciest booty shorts. The shorts make my ass look awesome, especially with the heels I'm wearing. The hoop earrings and gold bracelets make me feel totes hot." James felt herself turned on describing her outfit, and how slutty it made her look. She loved teasing men and showing off her hot body.

Amy looked critically at James. "No, this style doesn't suit you at all. James, you're not a bimbo, you're a goth. Here, here's another outfit."

Fuck. Why was James wearing something so...pink? She fucking hated pink. She took her new outfit from the gorgeous shop girl and put it on as quickly as she could.

"How does that look?" Amy asked.

"Much fucking better. I love the fishnets, they make my legs look so fucking hot. The black microskirt and corset make me look like a vampire mistress, and the black boots make my calves feel so tight."

"They go great with your makeup and jewelry, too," Amy complimented.

"Fuck yeah. Black always goes with black. That's why I always wear black eyeshadow, black lipstick, and black nail polish. The corset also shows off my tit piercings. People staring at those makes me so fucking horny."

"Still not quite right for you, though. You're not goth, you're a hot, traditional American housewife. This is all too dark. Let's try this outfit." Amy handed over yet another hanger.

Gosh. Amy was right. What would the ladies at the PTA think if they saw James wearing something so slutty. She gratefully took her outfit from Amy and put it on.

"Much better, honey, thank you," James thanked her shopper. "This floral sundress fits so much better, and these practical flats are so much more comfortable than those whore's boots. I'm sure everyone will like me much better in proper makeup, red lipstick, tasteful mascara, and a touch of rouge, than in that black nonsense I had. I also like that you left out the underwear. My husband will love the access, and it can be a naughty secret just between us."

"Yes, James, we'll go with what you're wearing for now," the sensibly dressed Amy responded. "In fact, I want you to realize what you're wearing and how you really feel about it."

James looked down at that. He was naked! Damn, he remembered, Amy was a hypnotist, not a personal shopper. James looked up, dreading what he would see, but the sounds of hoots and laughter made him look up. He was naked in front of a bachelorette party, and Amy had never handed him clothes. He had been modeling air and describing slutty outfits. And it had felt so good. Fuck.

"Good boy, James. Sleep." Amy commanded, and the laughter faded away with the rest of the world.