You finger the blouse in your hand, and while it looks just like the one you were wearing before, you can't help but notice that all of the buttons seem to have been hastily removed. With a sigh, you pull it on anyways, and the voice comes from behind the door again.
"You choose your next article. Skirt or panties."
How original, the slutty schoolgirl, you think, as you pull the blouse on. "Skirt." you say quickly, reasoning that the somewhat modest skirt you were wearing in the outfit before will cover more of you from the gaze of the people in the shop.
As you tie the blouse together around your torso (only noticing now that the top seems to rise much farther up your back then it should), a skirt gets thrown over the door, but it's not the pleated one you were wearing earlier - it's the short one you wanted as a part of your clubbing outfit, and wearing that without panties would be downright dangerous in public. Still, it's better then nothing, you reason as you slip it on.
"Are you giving me anything else?" you stutter out bravely, and you give a quick look to yourself in the mirror, feeling incredibly exposed.
"Out here." You here the shuffling of feet away from the door, and you... |