The girls pick a dress for him

Lissa stared thoughtfully at you, pursing her lips and tapping them with her index finger.

“No,” she simply said. “Robin!”

Robin scampered over and shoved a hanger with a black, wet-look dress hanging from spaghetti straps on it into Kyle’s hand. Some black stripper heels were shoved into “her” other hand. Darla spun him around, giving Kylie a shove and a swat on “her” rear back, getting Kyle back into the dressing room.

Kyle sighed. He was so hoping the pink dress would be acceptable. He inspected the dress the other girls had chosen for him.

It was short. A zipper ran down the front middle seam. The dress had lined cups, as he suspected, push up pads in them. The zipper opened downwards, so the amount of cleavage he could show would be adjustable. He didn’t want to think about what the girls would say about how much he should show. The zipper didn’t go all the way to the bottom of the hem, leaving a noticeable gap that came almost up to to his crotch. And to top it all off, it was stretchy and form fitting. He didn’t want to do this.

“Come on our, Kylie!” Darla called.

“Show us! Show us!” Melissa chanted.

Kylie wriggled out of his little pink number and unzipped the black one. He slid his arms into the tiny little straps, and zipped it completely up. It cling to him like a second skin. His boobs looked like they were two cup sizes bigger. Looking in the mirror he could see the lower curve of his ass hanging out.

“Kylie!” Robin called.

He hung his head and opened the door.

The girls swarmed around him, unzipping the zipper, showing quite a bit of cleavage. He was made to step into the shoes as they were strapped into his ankles. A choker was placed around his neck. At least ten dangly earrings were held up before they were inserted into his earlobes.

“Perfect,” Darla finally said, smiling. “But there should be a few additions. Hold on, I’ll be right back!” She ran off to the rear of the store.

“Gotta show some cleavage to attract the men!” Robin added. Kyle’s phone pinged.

“Remember,” Melissa said, hip checking Kylie, making her take a step in her skyscraper heels, “your goal is a date with Rob!” The phone pinged again.

“Yeah, yeah,” Kyle said, hating every second of this.

Darla returned, her arms behind her back, smiling broadly. “And to make sure you’re in the mood, perhaps you should get these!” She brought one of her arms forward and presented an item that Kylie most definitely did not want anything to do with. “A pearl thong!”

It was essentially a waistband if black lace with a string of pearls that would run right over his crotch and up his crack.

Melissa modded. “I have one of those in white. It really turns me on with every step, so I don’t wear it often. But that’s a great idea, Kylie!” The phone pinged.

“Uh, look...” Kyle started to say, but was quickly shushed as Darla presented what she had in her other hand.

“Now this I don’t know about, but...” and she winked at the pun, “it’s an anal plug that has a microphone! It pics up sounds and vibrates in time to the music! How cool is that!”

“It’s not,” said Kyle, horrified at the thought of that.

“I bet you’d be constantly on the dance floor,” Darla winked.

Robin was uncertain about the plug. Melissa seemed curious about it

“Tell ya what,” Darla said, “we’ll get both. Wear the thong to the party and you can decide to try out the plug or not.” Kyle’s phone pinged and he winced.

“And practice in those heels, Kylie,” Robin added. You want to move gracefully, not stomping like you’re kinda doing.” The dreaded phone pinged again.

Once again, Kyle was shoved into the dressing room and told to change. He had to hand out the items that the girls had deemed party acceptable, then changed into his “normal” clothes. When he emerged, the girls were finishing up checking out. Robin and Darla hooked arms with Kylie and they walked out of the store.

“Where to now?” Robin asked