This choice: She couldn't wait, she just had to try them on! • Go Back...Chapter #6To the changing rooms! by: Reneg4de   "Oh, what the hell!"
Halfway to the exit, Alisa swiftly and rather smoothly spun on her heel, changing directions towards the changing area at the back of the store. Striding excitedly down an aisle of knitted tops, she peered through the opening of one of her bags. Her newly purchased tartan outfit stared back at her, silently demanding that they be worn.
"Here we are..."
Arriving at the changing area, which was just a row of individual stalls with lockable doors hidden away at the back of the store, Alisa slipped into an empty cubicle, locked the door behind her, and practically ripped her new clothes from the bag. Hanging them neatly on the back of the door, her current clothes got no such treatment, getting tossed rather carelessly towards the back of the stall. Taking a moment to pose in her underwear, Alisa hummed happily to herself as she gently took the skirt in her hands, enjoying the soft feeling of the fabric before slipping it up her legs.
"Mmmmm, shamefully short!" She giggled, running her hands down over her hips and around her back to cup her buttocks. The skirt was a little longer than she originally believed it to be, but not by much. Her cheeks were covered, but even the slightest breeze threatened to reveal them. Hell, even moving too quickly presented a hint of her panties to the world, not that she minded too much. "And now, the top!"
Gripping the tartan bodice, Alisa pulled the zip down slightly and pulled it onto her torso. After a brief struggle with the zip, which was unfortunately located on the back of the garment, she turned towards the mirror, a wide grin plastered on her face. Placing a hand on her hip, she fiddled with the cups on the bodice for a moment, trying to get her tits to sit right within them. No matter how she shifted them or the bodice, it always seemed to be digging into her breasts, creating a slight squish of tit flesh around the cups.
"Whatever!" Alisa eventually conceded defeat, returning her gaze to the mirror. As she locked eyes with her reflection, her clothes almost seemed to tighten on her body, sending a sensation running through her. Blinking in confusion, Alisa adjusted both parts of her outfit again, getting them to sit right before looking at herself one final time. "God, I look good! Buuuuttttt, what if I..."
Reaching back into her bags, Alisa pulled out the leather jacket she had also purchased. Pulling it on, she smirked at her reflection.
"There we go! Outfit complete!"
Dressed in her new clothes, Alisa spent a moment posing in the mirror. She just looked so incredibly sexy right now, and she wanted... no, she needed to share it with Adam.
Mmmmm, Adam... Alisa licked her lips at the thought of her rugged boyfriend. Grabbing her phone, she snapped a quick selfie, sending it off to him followed by the question of 'What do you think? Sexy, or super sexy?'
Pleased with her appearance, Alisa left the changing area, a slight sway to her hips that hadn't been present before...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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