Enter the dressing room

You walk up to the only closed dressing room door, and knock on it. The trophy wife opens it up, and peeks her head out. "Ah, thank you," she says, and reachs an arm out the door. Instead of immediately handing her the dress, you give her a long gave, and she changes her mind. "Just bring it in," she says. Holing the door open, she steps back from it. You walk inside, and let the door close behind you.

The room is small, but well furnished; there is a couch against one wall, with end tables holding a variety of magazines to read; on the other wall, there are hangers and shelves. You turn your attention to the woman in the room. Trophy is currently not wearing a shirt, and her bra lifts and emphasizes her healthy C/D cup breasts. She takes the red shirt you offered her, and shrugs it on to her shoulders, leaving it unbuttoned. She then undoes, drops, and steps out of her slacks. You watch with interest as she picks up a skirt, and puts it on. She buttons her shirt up, and looks at herself in the mirror.

She then turns to you. "What do you think?" she inquires. You gaze at her judiciously. You think she looks amazing, and say so. She smiles. You look at her harder, and ask if she would mind trying on some lingerie for you. She says that she doesn't mind at all. In an instant, the red shirt is unbuttoned and off, as is the skirt. She playfully asks you to close your eyes as she switches in to some of the other undergarments she brought in to the room.

She eventually tells you you can open your eyes, and when you do, you see that she is dressed in a skimpy black camisole with garter hooks attached to black thig high nylons. She is not wearing any panties. She is also clean shaven, but for a small red landing strip that shows that she really is a redhead. Her jewelry glitters as she walks towards you.