Have her pick

You look at the collection in front of you. Too overwhelmed and still blushing you cannot make a decision. "I'm not sure. Which one do you think?"

She smiles and pulls a hot pink bra out she had been hiding behind her back. If it could even be called a bra. It looks like strings and not much more. She fans it out for you to see and revels how little the bra is.

"I can't wear that!"

Her smile widens, "you asked me to pick so you're getting this one." The way she said it left little room for arguing.

Your fingers shake for a moment as you reach out for the bra and put it on. It leaves little to the imagination as you examine yourself. If you had been with Jessie, you would have been excited to show it off. No, you tell yourself you would love to see Jessica wear this, you are a male after all. You like how revealing it is but on other girls not yourself and yet here you were getting turned on by wearing it.

"Looks good," says Rachel reminding you of her presence. Having momentarily forgotten about her you quickly cover yourself

She laughs, "don't be so shy. I saw the look in your eye's just now."

You go to take it off when she stops you, "aren't you going to wear it out on the way out?"

You mumble something not wanting to buy something so revealing but she does not respond to your mumblings and you put your shirt back on. The two of you leave the dressing room. You start walking toward the register when she stops you.

"Where are you going?"

"Well, I thought we were done. This is the one you wanted me to get isn't it?"

"Well yes, but you can't just get a bra. You have to get a matching pair of panties." Her pragmatic way of saying it once again stuns you. Buying panties? That was way more than you had planned.

"But I can't try on panties here!"

"Ew, of course not, but you can still pick some out. Fitting for panties is much more straight forward." She stops and looks at you. "You do know your size, right?"

You stare blankly.

She rolls her eyes, "wow, are you sure you're a girl?"

She once again takes you into the dressing room. This time she does not need to remove any of your clothes, which you are grateful for, but she does want you to pull your skirt down a bit to examine your current pair of panties.

"Why?" you ask.

"Because you might have the wrong size panties too knowing you," she says as she checks you out. She quickly decides the pair you are wearing are the correct size and you leave the dressing room to look at panties.

You knew there was a lot of different types of lingerie but looking through the varied displays amazes you. A familiar tingling starts in your core again as you picture yourself wearing the different types. You shake yourself again. No, you are simply getting turned on picturing girls wearing these, not yourself.

"So, what will it be?" she asks.