Yes, but only for her benefit

"Okay, sure. Where do you keep your pyjamas?"

No response. Allie seemed to already be asleep; it looked like she was out cold. Her hair was dishevelled, a few strands falling over her face, and her mouth was just slightly open. I shook her shoulder gently, then a bit more forcefully.

Still no response.

Her clothes didn't look very comfy for sleeping in, and she did ask for help with her pyjamas. It didn't take me long to find some in her drawers - a light blue t-shirt with a cute cartoon dog on the front, and a matching pair of shorts in darker blue with little bones on.

Thankfully, Allie was slim and very light, so it was easy to lift her up enough to get her t-shirt over her small breasts, revealing a plain white bra with a bit of padding. Her skin was soft and flawless, I noticed with some jealousy. Manoeuvring her arms out through their holes was a bit trickier, but I managed in the end. She stirred briefly at one point, but she just helped me with a particularly difficult adjustment and went right back to sleep. I pulled the top gently over her head and stepped back to fold her t-shirt and place it neatly on the floor beside her bed.

Her jeans were the next task.

I popped open the top button easily and unzipped her flies, revealing her plain white underwear. Pulling her jeans down was a little bit easier than the t-shirt had been, though getting skinny jeans off is always a struggle. I left her underwear and socks on, dressed her in her pyjamas, pulled the covers up to her neck, and softly brushed a few strands of hair away from her sleeping face.

"Thank you," she mumbled softly as I turned away. I looked back at her sleeping form, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She was a beautiful girl.

Trying not to disturb her, I changed into my own pyjamas, slipped into my bed, and slept soundly until morning.