the first dress

Douglas held out a white cotton dress on a hanger. "This is the first one. It's a very simple dress, and if it works, we'll probably dye it or add some decoration to the outside. But just for size and fit, can you try it on?"

"Of course," said Abbie. She took the dress from him. Douglas and Paula looked down at some pictures they had on the table, and discussed colors and styles. Abbie looked around the room a bit, unsure what the protocol was for changing. Should she just do it right here?

She waited a few seconds, expecting that maybe one of the designers would advise her on what to do. But at the same time, she didn't want to look like such a novice, and wanted them to know she was on board with whatever they had in store for her.

She had come in wearing a pullover sweater, jeans, and sneakers. She swiftly pulled the sweater off over her head, revealing a purple silk bra with lace trim. She pushed her shoes off with her toes, and then unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs to the floor. As she reached for the white dress, she bumped the corner of the table, which caused Paula and Douglas to look up.

"Oh!" said Douglas, who then quickly looked away.

Paula chuckled. "Abbie, you didn't have to change right here, we have a fitting room." She gestured between some shelves. Abbie hadn't noticed it, but there was a small shower rod and a cloth hanging down, and apparently that's where people typically changed.

Abbie decided to double down on demonstrating her comfort and confidence. "Oh, it's fine. I figured if we have to do a whole bunch of looks, it would save time for me to just stay here with you."

Douglas looked back, trying to balance the fact that he needed to be part of the fitting with the reality that Abbie was standing there in her underwear. He looked at Paula, who simply said, "Okay, Abbie. Whatever suits you." She obviously didn't care one way or the other. "Douglas, can you check on the fit of that dress, please?"

Abbie pulled the white dress off the hanger, and pulled it over her head. Douglas looked at her. "Can you turn?"

Abbie turned in place, allowing Douglas the opportunity to examine the fit of the dress from different angles.

"It's pretty loose at the middle," Douglas said. "Do want it to be more fitted?"

Paula looked up and stared at Abbie's waist. "Yeah, it should be more fitted. Can you pull it in the back, we can pin it and then alter."

Douglas stood behind Abbie, and reached for the dress material. As he clutched the cloth to pinch it, he accidentally pinched her ass underneath it. He instantly let go of everything. "I'm so sorry, Abbie." He shook his head, as if trying to escape the moment. "I totally forgot to ask you first, is it okay if I touch your clothes? I apologize for the incidental contact."

Abbie giggled. "Yes, it's okay. My ass is fine."

Doug thought to himself, oh boy, yes it is indeed. He once again collected the material, and bunched it up behind Abbie's waist. She looked over her shoulder at him, and smiled. As he pulled the material in the back, the lower portion of the dress got a little askew. With one hand holding behind her waist, he used his other to smooth out the skirt portion, running the palm of his hand down her hips, and then down her ass. He may have been only straightening the dress, but he may also have been getting a more intentional feel of Abbie's ass.

She smiled to herself as Douglas manipulated her clothes. It was like having a private clothier. She was feeling professional about it, and didn't flinch when Douglas touched her this time. He's doing his job, she thought. There's no way he's just trying to feel my ass.

Douglas put some safety pins in the back of the dress, and showed it to Paula so that they understood where it needed to be adjusted.

"You have such a narrow waist, Abbie! You're built like a mannequin!"

"Hopefully with slightly more realistic parts?" Abbie asked with a laugh.

"Oh god, of course!" said Paula.