Tiffany's Goal

You walk down the street with your daughter. She is wearing a knee-high skirt and a short-sleeved button-up shirt. They are clothes you bought the last time you went shopping. Risque at the time, but now too conservative for your exhibitionist daughter.

You're wearing a well-fitting sundress made of light fabric. You aren't wearing anything under it, your long one-inch nipples point out from your small breasts. The light skirt flutters about as your butt bounces rhythmically with your steps.

"Mom, did you always have such a hot butt?"

You laugh, "Of course!"

"I can't wait to get sexy clothes," she says, holding your arm as you walk.

"You can unbutton your shirt," you suggest.

"I can. I'm so used to buttoning up, I didn't think about it," Tiffany says as she pulls apart the buttons, showing a white lacey bra.

You reach and pull up your daughter's skirt and stuff it into her underwear. "With this, you're showing more."

Tiffany looks down at herself, shifting her hips with an unsure face. "I don't know, it's uncomfortable and looks a bit dumb. I do like showing off my underwear, though."

You nod in understanding and fix your daughter's skirt. "I agree it isn't the most attractive."

You continue down the street as your daughter enjoys the attention she's getting from passersby. "I've been thinking. Adventuring could be fun."

You look over at your daughter, "Adventure?"

"Yeah, like in the movie and game."

You furrow your brow, "I fear reality is different. People can be ruthless, and even if there were ancient traps, they aren't likely to work anymore."

"Yeah, I figured. But traveling the world, discovering new things, seems exciting!"

"Hmm, if that's what you want, we should talk to grandma after we finish shopping. She's been doing something a bit similar, I think."

"Okay! Thanks, Mom. I love you!" Your daughter hugs your arm tightly, making you feel warm.

"I love you too."

You soon reach Allison's store and enter. "Welcome," Allison says, turning towards the door. Her face quickly shows surprise, a slight frown, then a professional smile. "Miss Squirter, it's nice to see you again."

"My daughter is jealous of the clothes you sold me. So, we're here to pick up some outfits for her," you explain with a smile.

Allison nods and gestures to the back, "You arrived at the perfect time. I just got a new shipment based on your recommendation."

Tiffany jumps with excitement, "I want something hot and skimpy."

You head to the back, where the clothes haven't been unboxed. Allison apologizes for the mess, but you assure her it's worth it to get the first picks. While Tiffany looks at the boxes with interest, you activate Allison's Level 1: Dress up - Effect: The subject will undress the user and dress the user. The subject will suggest outfits and accessories, but will follow the user's instructions. Level 2: Fashion Show-Effect: The subject will wear clothes for the user or other subjects so they can pick out the perfect outfit.

You also activate Tiffany's Level 4: viewgasm- Effect: The subject will feel physical pleasure in the location that is being looked at. If the subject isn’t covered, they will feel increased ecstasy.

Allison walks over to Tiffany and says, "Excuse me," as she removes your daughter's shirt.

Tiffany blushes, "Thank you," as she lets Allison skillfully undress her.

You observe your daughter's back, enjoying her taught butt and toned legs from years of marching band. Allison looks at Allison's chest and frowns in thought. "I fear I won't be the best example," She hesitantly says.

Tiffany looks down, "Mmm, don't worry."

Allison jumps and bows, "My apologies. I didn't mean to stare."

You walk behind your daughter and grope her breasts.

"Mom!" Tiffany yelps in surprise.

Allison looks up from her bow and sees you cupping your daughter's chest. You leave the nipples visible, focusing her gaze on the sensitive spot. They quickly harden and perk up. "Don't worry," You reassure Allison, "She likes being looked at. That's why we are buying her these clothes."

Allison looks off to the corner and says, "Ahem, I see," before undressing herself. Her large breasts surely don't match you or your daughter's figure.

"Please show us the new underwear first," you say with a wave of your hand.

Allison does her best to cover herself while picking out the clothes. But in the end, you get a good look at her vagina and nipples. It's cute how she's embarrassed but still trying to remain professional.

Allison walks over to a desk and picks up a binder. "This has all our new wears," she explains as she hands it to you.

You open to the underwear section. Tiffany leans on you as she looks as well. "I like this one," Tiffany points to crotchless panties and a bra with cut-out nipples. You nod and show the pick to Allison, who asks, "What color?"

Tiffany picks a vibrant red color. Allison points out while blushing, "Red is eye-catching, but it'll distract from your body. Black underwear will make the cutouts obvious."

"You're right, thank you, Allison!"

"We can look at both anyway," you say.

A moment later, Allison pulls out the underwear in her size. She puts on the red one first. "Move your hands," you chastise.

"Yes, sorry," Allison says hesitantly, putting her hands to her side.

You shake your head and walk over to Allison, "That's no good. You need to sell the outfit."

"What? Whoa!" Allison exclaims as you pull her hands towards her bra.

"Come now, pinch your nipples and show off your crotch," you command.

"Mmm~" Allison can't help but let out a sexy sound as her nipples harden, and you pull her thighs apart.

"Wow," Your daughter says. She walks over and closely examines the saleswoman's underwear. "It's pretty striking. But I think you're right, it draws my eyes to the underwear instead of your body. I'd like to see the black ones."

"Right away," Allison responds. She quickly changes and this time displays herself more confidently. She blushes as she looks down at her perky nipples and areola poke out obviously from the bra. "As you can see, my nipples are more obvious. Even my vagina is clearly visible. If you wear a white shirt, I think everyone will be able to see that they are cut out."

"Hmm, you might be right. I want to try it on," Tiffany states while scrutinizing Allison.