Something Trashy

Megan slowly walked over to the stall. "Lauren, my friend got changed at mine for a costume party and left her clothes recently, they were in my car for me to return them, let me just say she's a bit outgoing. Trust me, these clothes will be fine on you. We'll get you back to the car and back home to get changed, ok?" Megan asked almost nervously. She knew the little **** in Lauren's food and drink would help Lauren be pushed around.

Lauren quickly complained before receiving the clothes: "I need to get to work right now; just pass me the clothes and we'll leave."

Megan slipped them under the door.

The t-shirt was white with a bold, glittery pink message that read, "Trailer Park Princess!" emblazoned across the front. What made it even more wild was that the bottom half of the shirt had been cut away in an uneven manner, strings of cotton material on the shirt hung down, and it left a significant portion of the midriff bare. Accompanying it was a tiny white mini skirt that left very little to the imagination. Along with the clothes were six-inch bright pink wedge heels.

"Megan, are you serious?" Lauren asked, her anger evident in her tone. "I can't wear that. It's so... revealing, embarrassing; what on earth was your friend thinking?"

Megan asked to be let into the stall. Lauren was very ****, but eventually gave in. Ain't **** wonderful thought Megan.

Lauren clicked open the stall door. Megan walked in and gave Lauren a reassuring smile. Lauren was a sight to see, holding the items nervously over her naked body. She asked if Megan could go to the shops to get her something to wear, but Megan, who had managed to hold a laugh in at seeing Lauren, said, "Nooo, you'll be even later for work. Trust me, girl, beauty comes in all shapes. Don't be embarrassed. Put YOUR clothes on."

Lauren hesitated, biting her lip. She glanced at the outfit again and started getting dressed. She had on the whole outfit until she looked at the sandals and asked, "Can't I just wear my original shoes? Surely the drink could be cleaned from them," but Megan simply explained that with that type of drink, they would be ruined forever, and she had already thrown them away after failing to clean them in the sink.

Lauren slipped them on and was fully dressed; she was certainly not used to a heel so high.

Megan's eyes lit up. "See? You look incredible! Sorry, there is no underwear, but don't worry about that.

Despite her initial doubts, Lauren couldn't help but be reassured. Megan's confident voice calmed her, despite something in her head telling her this was wrong. Maybe Megan wasn't such a useless person after all.