A tight leather halter top and a miniskirt

Chapter originally by PhantomPen on writing . com

Mackenzie turned as Debbie walked in, her long black hair was waving in the wind. The first thing she noticed was how much skin Debbie was showing. Her cleavage, waist, and legs were all completely bare. She was clad in a tight leather halter top that barely covered her torso and might as well have been acting as a bra! Things got even worse as Mackenzie looked to her legs. Normally when Debbie wore skirts, she displayed her thong straps riding above it, but today they were nowhere to be seen, meaning she was going commando.

"Hello gorgeous!" Debbie greeted gleefully as she placed her handbag down on the counter. Debbie had a body rather similar to Mackenzie's, although her ass was a bit curvier. "Are you ready for our little switcheroo?"

"Deb, you really can't expect me to wear that," Mackenzie bargained, thinking of how ridiculous she'd look in that outfit.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Well for starters I can only assume you haven't got underwear on," Mackenzie said. Debbie only grinned cheekily in response. "And besides, it's way too skimpy for me!" Debbie simply laughed and moved to the other side of the counter to check out Mackenzie's outfit.

"Well that's the point, isn't it?" she said with a grin, "You know I love to embarrass you, Mack. You're so cute when you blush!" The comment in itself made Mackenzie's face redden slightly, much to her own chagrin.

"Yeah, like that!" Debbie chuckled. "But I love your outfit today! I think I'm gonna squeeze into it well." She began gently running her hands over Mackenzie's shirt. As her hands moved further upwards, Mackenzie quickly slapped them away before they could reach her breasts.

"Hey!" she warned. Debbie simply looked at her and winked. Mackenzie knew that Debbie was gay, and it really didn't bother her. She hadn't shown much interest sexually in Mackenzie past the playful teasing and flirting.

"Come on Debbie, you know I would never wear something like that. You've got to let me off the hook for this dare."

Debbie looked up mischievously. "Hmmm, I do have one idea to let you off the hook..."

"Name it!" Mackenzie eagerly replied.

"Instead of wearing my outfit, I'll pick out an outfit for you from stuff we have on sale here! Let's see, we can start with one of those leather body harnesses, and then add in-"

"Never mind," Mackenzie sighed. "I'll wear your outfit."

"Excellent!" Debbie declared. "So go ahead and shuck off those prudish rags and look sexy for once!"

Mackenzie frowned at that. Her outfit wasn't prudish! It just wasn't as revealing as what Debbie was comfortable parading around in. There was no point in debating that with the other woman, of course, as Mackenzie had learned before. Mackenzie hastily slipped into the stock room, using it as an impromptu changing room to keep Debbie from getting more of a show than she was already in for. Even having agreed to this stupid dare, Mackenzie couldn't help the shaking of her hands as she unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped her skirt.

Rolling down her stockings and peeling off her underwear was the hardest part. Mackenzie wanted to try and bargain with Debbie to keep at least her undergarments, but the terms of the dare were clear: they were going to swap their entire outfits. Besides, there was no way a bra would have worked with the tight halter top Debbie had elected to wear. Now standing naked in the stock room, Mackenzie gathered up her clothes in one hand and opened the door a crack, just enough to reach through.

"Okay. Here's my stuff. Hurry up and give me yours!" Mackenzie pleaded.

Debbie took her sweet time, likely relishing the idea of drawing out Mackenzie's naked helplessness. Eventually, however, the door opened once more, and the scant clothing was tossed through. Mackenzie wasted no time in getting dressed once more, stepping out from the stock room and back to the store proper. Debbie had wasted no time in "modifying" Mackenzie's outfit; the blouse was unbuttoned far enough to show off a great deal of cleavage, enough to make it clear there was no bra underneath. The skirt had been hiked up to show off as much leg as possible, and Mackenzie had a feeling Debbie had elected not to wear the provided bra or panties.

Mackenzie nervously tugged at the miniskirt she was wearing, futilely trying to make it a bit longer. The redhead thought about asking for the panties if Debbie wasn't going to wear them, but knew better than to ask. It would have been useless. She was just going to have to be very careful that day.

"Happy now?" Mackenzie asked.

"For now. The day is young, Mack. I promise you'll see why my outfits rock." Debbie said, giving the redhead a coy wink.