Brief

You hesitated for just a moment, then answered, "Brief will do."

Blushing even more, you slipped off the wet bikini panties, feeling a mix of embarrassment and strange relief as you stood there, completely exposed.

Mrs. Geoff paused for a moment, then reached into the drawer and pulled out a lacy yellow thong. Holding it up with a playful smile, she asked, "Are you sure you don't want a thong? You'll look really sexy in a thong."

She stepped closer and, with a mischievous glint in her eye, positioned the thong in front of your naked crotch, as if to visualize how it would look on you. You stood there, frozen, as she nodded to herself in approval. "Definitely cute," she teased.

You blushed deeply, feeling a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. The idea of wearing the thong was both thrilling and intimidating, but you stood by your choice. "I think the brief is fine," you said softly.

Mrs. Geoff chuckled, then handed you the brief with a knowing smile. "Alright, but if you ever change your mind, you'll know where to find the thong." She put back the thong and passed you a pair of pink panties.

"Here," Mrs. Geoff said as she handed you a lacy white dress. "Try this on. It should fit you nicely."

You took the dress from her, your fingers brushing against the delicate lace. As you slipped it over your head and let it fall into place, you felt an odd mix of emotions—nervousness, excitement, and a touch of apprehension. The dress was snug but comfortable, and when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you were surprised at how well it suited you.