Swapping clothes

"Let's look at the problem you have Vicky. You don't want to have your butt full of smeared make up, specially if it then smears against your underwear, right?" We stand up and I wait for her to nod before I continue talking.

"But that's not your only problem, is it? Your top is still wet, and you're still going around in those shorts that ask people to spank you, right?" She seems confused that I'm bringing that up, but she nods again. "And you really want one of our shirts, right?" Even more confused, but once again, she nods.

I smile to myself as I lift my shirt over my shoulders, leaving only my bra to cover my chest. "I'm a solid head taller than you, and I wore it tucked in. I'll gift you my shirt in exchange for your top and your shorts." I hold my offered item in my hand, ready to swap when she takes off the items I asked for.

Regina needs to shove a fist into her mouth to contain her reaction, but she's clearly as excited as I am to see if Vicky goes for it off her own volition.

I can see from her face that she's struggling to make a decision. Everything I just told her about was true, including the part where she really wanted one of our shirts. At the same time, she was afraid someone would see her while we were going to kiss her ass, so she wasn't exactly going to be too excited to keep walking across the park without any pants on.

"How- how would it help, exactly? You're asking only for my shorts, but my underwear will still smear the lipstick, won't it?" She points out, and it would be a great point, if it wasn't for one little thing...

"I don't see how this thong is going to do anything." I point out as I lift it up from her knees with my ring finger, allowing Vicky to see that there was a lot less fabric covering her lower regions that she remembered.

"I put on a thong today?" She screams in surprise, and a mind inside her tells her that she did. Curious, seems like convincing that she went with the booty shorts made convincing her of the thong far easier.

"Seems like you did. Like I said, the shirt will be really big on you, so those lovely kisses on your ass-cheeks will remain our secret if you make the deal." I try to convince her without using my problems.

"Do you really need the top?" She asks me while biting her nails. "I mean, it won't cover much more than your bra, and I'm not wearing anything under it."

"If that's your only problem with the swap, then I have an idea." Regina interrupted.