Fishnet Shirt

Zayne clapped, "Whoa! You look like a model!"

I smiled and blushed at Zayne's approval of the next 'outfit' he got me. I was wearing a fishnet tee-shirt that clung tightly to my torso and a pair of faded jeans with rips and holes around the knees. This is definitely not the kind of thing I would have picked for myself. The shirt alone was practically transparent, you could see my whole chest but Zayne found that to be a plus. He threw his arms around my waist and rubbed his face into my stomach. "I am just loving all these muscles! You look so badass! I love it!" Just like that, this ridiculous fishnet officially became my favorite shirt...though in secret only. I try to avoid outfits that make me look more intimidating because when you are over six feet tall, people already tend to give you a wide berth. I never liked the idea of scaring anybody but if Zayne liked it then I will wear it anytime he told me to. I patted his fluffy hair then Zayne backed away and pulled out his phone. "Okay, now strike a pose for me Jack-my-bee!" Zayne was bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly as he snapped a picture of me. I just can't say no to that face, so I flexed my right arm and placed my free hand on my bicep and faced him. Zayne was practically gushing, "Ahh, you look so cool!" That got a response from me. Just like at Zayne's apartment I started to get in to Zayne's requests. I did a whole bunch of poses with a smile on my face until he was completely satisfied with his photo op.

"Alright! Time for the next outfit. Let's take this off for now cause I have already decided we are buying it." Zayne pulled up my shirt from the hem and it bunched up around my pecs.

"Uhh, Zayne...I can get undressed myself." I blushed as I helped the poor guy along by leaning over so he could get the rest of the shirt off of me.

"Yeah, but it's faster if I just help...and a lot more fun!" Zayne smiled broadly as he folded up the fishnet and put it in a store bag. That beautiful smile faded a bit as he turned back to me and placed a hand on my now bare chest. "Unless...you don't like it when I help you?"

I immediately became worried I just dampened Zayne's happiness,"Wha-no! No no no no no! You misunderstand! I love it when you help! Please, help me more! I'm all yours! Seriously!" I spread out my arms in invitation.

"Great." Zayne's smile reinvigorated then he quickly reached for the button of my pants. With swift motions he undid my fly and my pants fell to my ankles. I probably should mention I was going commando. When Zayne had me take off the swimsuit the dressing rooms were still full so I had to strip naked once again. The crowd from earlier moved on so thankfully nobody saw me but I was in a hurry to get dressed so I just threw on whatever Zayne tossed me quickly without bothering with underwear. Meaning now, I was standing in the middle of the store stark naked, pants around my ankles, upon a dais, before a three-way mirror, and this time, it did not go unnoticed.

Two elderly women walked in at that moment covering their mouths at the site of me. I flung my hands over my manhood and the two women scurried back out the door. "Z-Zayne! Maybe now would be a good time to add some underwear to the next outfit." Even now, I was trying to preserve Zayne's feelings while regaining my dignity. It seemed the former mattered most to me.

"Oh! I think I saw a few things that would look great on you, wait here!" Swiping away the pants around my feet, Zayne ran off to some random part of the store leaving me stumbling while holding my junk. I stood there for what felt like ages eyeing the dressing rooms hoping one would open up; praying no one else would come in the store.

"Hey there Jack."