Changing

Speechles Emily stares at the obscenely short skirt and crop top combo Stephanie holds up to her. Slow and shaking she reaches out and takes it from her best friends hands and awaits, her eyes lowered in embarassment, for any additions to the outfit to be handed to her.

After a uncomfortably long pause Emily raises her head and is meet with an expectant look from her friend. It dawns on her that she won't get any more clothes.

Reluctantly she gets dressed, repeatedly looking over to Stephanie in hopes that she misread the situation and may be getting some underwear. Her hopes should be crushed, when she pulls the form-hugging top down and into place, the material stretching over her bosom letting a hint of her hardened nipples protrude.

"Well, let's go out out. We are going to need a couple of things for the photo shoot we are going to do later," Stephanie explains happily as she looks Emily over.

"Ahm...wait. Just like that? Can't I at least get some panties or something?" Emily asks nervously.

"Huh. But we were trying to figure out if you are an exhibitionist, weren't we? Wouldn't letting you get fully dressed be counterproductive?"

"But...!" Emily starts but is immediately cut off by Stephanie "Now stop stalling. You've been wasting a lot of our time already. We need to hurry up if we want to find an answer today."

Before Emily can respond, Stephanie grabs her by the arm and drags her out of the room. The short skirt around Emily's hip flares up at the sudden move exposing her behind herself in the mirror on the opposite side of the room Emily can see all her charm in as she throws one longing look back over her shoulder, at the secure room leaving her with a scary idea of what she will be going to expose publicly in the near future.