Brian's choice!

Bree gave a smile as she saw Logan desperately trying to restrain himself from staring at the way Ashlyn's now soaked top clung to her padded bra. The facsimile of a chest was not particularly big on Brian, but Logan was a typical guy and had locked on to what he thought he could see, regardless of how sweet he came across.

Boys really were all the same. For a moment, she felt a pang of guilt. But then the mention of Jess, another good friend that oh-so-clever Brian had mocked, galvanised her. This was for the good of women everywhere.... and was too much fun to stop anyway.

As they walked, Brian gave a small shiver. The coffee was cooling rapidly.

"So, you gave Logan your number, right?" asked Bree, sweetly.

Brian gulped.

"Uh... no."

Bree raised an eyebrow.

"Shit! I mean, I, like, totally forgot?"

She lowered the eyebrow again.

"Better. But Ashlyn really doesn't curse like that. Well, maybe in the bedroom."

Brian's eyes widened.

"I mean, sugar?"

"Thatta girl." Bree relented. "But I should really punish you for this. You ruined an outfit, tried to blame your nails and didn't give your number to Logan. Ashlyn really is the sort of girl who gives her number to every boy she talks to, after all. But, maybe it's the caffeine buzz! I am feeling magnanimous!"

"Oh, that's... great." sighed Brian, only to be interrupted by an abrasive noise from Bree.

"BZZT! Oh dear. Really? Ashlyn doesn't know the word 'magnanimous', does she?" said Bree, adding a series of 'tsk's. "We're going to have to find a way to really remind you the correct way to speak, little sister. Despite that, what shall we dress you up in?"

"Just some, like, jeans?!" begged Brian, on edge.

"Of course!" replied Bree.

20 minutes later, Brian was still in the changing room.

"They don't, like, fit!" he whined again. "And the other panties were fine! These are, like, so uncomfortable!"

Bree gave a theatrical sigh. He had been so cowed by the idea of going into a women's changing room that he had been quite malleable for a moment. Realising that the smaller, trendy boutique didn't have gendered changing areas had emboldened him a little. At least until he realised the what he had agreed to... and now he was trying to weasel out of things.

"I'm coming in, Ashlyn." stated Bree. "It's just us girls after all."

"N-" started Brian as she pulled back the curtain, exposing him to the mostly empty store.

Brian was half twisted around as he struggled with his latest outfit.

The top was a deeply scooped t-shirt with a cutesy unicorn motif, picked out with glitter. Underneath, girlish script read 'I glitterally can't even!'. It was a light blue top otherwise, with capped sleeves and cut tight on the chest and high to show a sliver of belly.

Beneath this, Brian was wrestling with a pair of jeans. Bree had based the selection on his normal boy jeans... and then picked out a pair three sizes smaller.

He had managed to **** the skin-tight denim mostly up, displaying every curve of his calves and thighs. The material at the rear was meant to be sculpting, with a tighter band that was intended to push the seam between the cleft of his cheeks and highlight his butt. That was part of the reason for making him put on the new panties. Part of the reason.

"Here." said Bree, playing the role of helpful sister as she stepped in, pulled up the scandalous jeans, eliciting a yelp and pulled up the straining fly to the button.

In the mirror, Brian could now see his butt, show-cased to perfection in dangerously tight denim that stuck to every curve of his butt and squashed his front flat. The low rise, carefully cut material made Ashlyn look like a girl **** to show off her rear assets.

And in case anyone missed, the electrically neon pink of her thong was there as an attention stealing whale tail, pointing in just the right direction.