Unexpectedly

Dana stood in the stall, one hand trying to cover her breasts while another cupped her crotch. She saw the gears turning in Candace's head, and she hoped her friend would help her find something to wear.

"Oh, honey," Candace began speaking. "I know how it feels. I know your breakup was bad, and sometimes you need to take drastic steps to recover your confidence. I've been there before."

Dana was confused. What did she mean by that?

"I mean, look at you! You've clearly been working out - there isn't an inch to pinch on your body!" She grabbed Dana's hands and moved them to her sides. This unexpected motion caused Dana to practically die from embarrassment, and she quickly put her hands back in their protective positions.

"I-It's not like that", Dana protested, but she was silenced by Candace.

"Nonsense. Babe, I know what you're going through. If what you're doing now helps you recover your confidence, then I fully support you. I always say - if you've got it, flaunt it. And you, girl, have got it!", Candace said, smiling encouragingly, looking approvingly at Dana's nubile form.

"B-b-but the others", Dana began to say, but Candace silenced her with a finger on her lips.

"I'll take care of them. Hell, I know the owner of this place personally - he's a client of mine at work. Nobody will interrupt you, or **** you to wear anything.", she smiled. "This is about you, girl - go out there and show 'em!" She planted a small, encouraging kiss on Dana's lips as she opened the stall door.

Dana was crestfallen. Candace must think she was some kind of exhibitionist - and while Dana felt happy to see her friend support her, the way she did it was entirely unexpected. She would have preferred something to cover herself, but that didn't seem to be forthcoming.

Candace grabbed Dana's wrist, gently but firmly. She started walking towards the restroom exit, and Dana had **** but to follow.