Their solution is to remove the catsuit

The grins on their faces as they turned back to me made me nervous.

"We've decided," Jess announced.

"That's right," Lucy added, like she didn't want to be left out. "Since you don't want to get... stuff.... on the catsuit, the best solution..."

"Is for you not to wear it," Jess finished.

"Not... what? But then what will I wear?"

Grabbing the catsuit Jess tossed it back where she found it and pointed at what remained. My eyes widened as realization struck, but just in case I hadn't figured it out Lucy helpfully stated the obvious.

"You're going to wear those by themselves. Without the catsuit."

"With no underwear?" I asked.

Again they acted in unison, nodding their heads while grinning maniacally.

"We knew you'd love it," Lucy said happily.

I gulped, wanting to object, but instead stood there like I was a mannequin while they dressed me. I'm not sure why I let them. I should have done it myself, rather than acting like I couldn't do it, but instead I stood there, shivering a little at the feel of their hands, which lingered a couple times, especially when their fingers pushed through the holes of the shorts, yanking harshly this way and that, almost as if they were trying to make the abundant, large holes even bigger than they already were.

"HOT!" Lucy exclaimed when they were done.

"Totally," Jess agreed. "Except..."

"Excep... eep!" I jumped as she hooked her fingers in two separate holes and gave the shorts a yank upward. The seam between my legs pulled up between my cheeks, giving me a wedgie, but the worsts of it was that the seam was now pressing hard against my pussy lips. "Th... that's... more th..."

"Not enough?" Jess asked innocently, and gave it another tug. I groaned at the sensations, both pleasure and discomfort verging on pain as the rough denim crushed my swollen clit.

"It's too bad we can't do the same with these jugs," Lucy remarked mournfully, hands cupping my sizable mounds. I managed a weak glare.

"Enjoying that?" I asked sarcastically.

"Immensely," she nodded. "I always did love playing with Barbies."

"Barbies?"

Before I could follow-up my friend came up behind me. "There's a solution for that. This top has ties at the back and neck. Meaning..." she tugged on strings I couldn't see and the bottom of the top tightened, a draw-string at the bottom of the top pulling itself up against the crease where boobs meet abs. "Also..." she tugged the strings that met behind my neck, pulling the top upward, giving my breasts even more gravity defiance than they already had.

"Nice!" Lucy exclaimed. "But I prefer this..." she remarked, and slackened the bottom draw-string, which meant my boobs dropped down a tiny bit to their natural position. I always was extremely firm. When the girls saw my boobs were two cups bigger after a single summer they immediately started the rumor that I'd gotten implants.

Jess and Lucy turned me toward my floor-length mirror.

"I like that," Jess said with a nod. "This is what you're wearing."

For a long moment I just gaped, unable to respond. The short's seam - frayed to the point that it was just threads - bisected my throbbing pussy mound, and my engorged pussy bulged to each side, bare skin glistening in the light. I've always had big pussy lips - tuggable, my ex liked to say, and I could feel them pushed up inside of my slit by the short's seam

Staring at my top I couldn't figure out why this was better than having the top encase my tits, but as I moved a little I felt the soft, light fabric caress my nipples like a lover. The bottom edge of the shirt hung loose, meaning nothing was between my breasts and the air, and as I moved about to test the get-up I more than once saw a hint of underboob.

"Could you..." I waved at the top helplessly, "My underboobs..."

"Oh, we can fix that," Jess grinned, and gave the strings at my back a tug. Before my eyes I saw the fabric creep up until a half inch of underboob was showing, making me look like a total skank.

"Enough?"

I nodded frantically, not wanting them to be yanked up even more.

"Absolutely," Lucy agreed. "Look how much she likes making the top rub her tits."

"I... am...?" I asked. "Isn't it a little..."

"Oh you slut," Jess smiled fondly. We can't make it any more revealing than that, so don't you try to persuade us again to remove more."

"More? I just meant..."

"Sit on that chair and I'll do your make-up while Lucy your shoes on for you," Jess said, again treating me like I couldn't do things for myself.

I started to object. "I can do..."

"Do it!" she ordered, and I plopped down on the seat without a thought.

"Good girl," she commented, and set about preparing my face for her attentions.

"Ooh, I can almost see your pussy," Lucy said as she knelt by my feet, making me blush. "The electrolysis you used Aunt Kay's birthday money gifts on really paid off."

"She's been getting electrolysis done?" Jess asked Lucy, holding my chin firmly as she worked.

"For a few years now. Everything but the hair on her head, I guess," Lucy said, slipping one foot into an overly tall shoe.

"I hate shaving," I started to say, only to be shushed.

"Don't talk while we're working. You don't want smeared make-up, do you?" Jess asked, apparently without expecting an answer.

Deciding that you didn't want to look like a raccoon, or to have a streak of lipstick on your cheek you fall silent, letting them finish, which took surprisingly little time.

"Hey, you just turned nineteen last week. We should take that money and do some more beautification," Lucy exclaimed, fiddling with your shoe straps.

"What, more electrolysis?" Jess asked.

"I was thinking more like permanent make-up."

"Perm..." I started to say, meaning to object, but Jessica gave me a glare and grabbed my cheeks hard.

"No talking."

"It's not really permanent, just long-lasting."

"Hmm... maybe. Or we can get her a piercing or two."

"Piercing!" you exclaim.

"See? She loves that," Jessica says, then grabs you chin, wielding a tube of lipstick with brutal efficiency.

"Or a tattoo. Like a tramp-stamp," Lucy giggled, working on your other foot now.

"Ta... ooo!" you tried to exclaim, but having Jessica's hand gripping your jaw made it hard to speak.

"She likes that one too," Lucy notes, working on the strap.

"I like those ideas. I'm not really satisfied with the make-up, but we don't have enough time to do things properly. Like nail polish, for example," Jess said with a frown.

"The boys are going to love this," Lucy said with a bit of awe, and something that sounded like jealousy.

"They sure are," Jess agreed happily. "Come on, slut, let's go," she urged, pulling me to my feet.

For a moment I wobbled in the shoes, but they weren't so high that I'd fall right over. Not quite. Taking a small steps I bit my lip, feeling the seam of the shorts rubbing across and even inside my slit, while the shirt moved left and right across my jiggling breasts, making my nipples stand out. I was afraid to look down, certain that my nipples would be plainly visible. When they perk up they poke through anything and get really thick. Feeling the fabric rubbing across my sensitive parts just made me even hotter.

"Don't go ruining the lipstick, Ash," Jess admonished, taking one arm while Lucy took the other. Between them they helped me conquer the stairs without an unfortunate accident occurring, and the three of us made our way out the door.

"I'm driving. Okay?" I asked, ruining my take-command moment.

They just shrugged, and hopped in the back-seat, leaving me to sit up front like a chauffeur. I squirmed a bit, wondering why I felt so much of the seat on my ass. Non-plussed I sighed and started the car.