Before walking out, I gave one sneaky glance, just to see if he was upto something. Maybe... he had something in mind like last time. I even walked right beside him on purpose so that its easier for him to tell me. But... nothing.
Frustrated, I finally gave him a look, made sure he saw the dissatisfaction on my face. But that bastard didn't care. He just turned his face away, stretching his arms like he couldn't care less.
He was really going to let this end like that? After making me this damn horny right from the start?
Unbelievable.
He needs to take responsibility for what he started, he can't just act unbothered after riling me up. Fucking Asshole.
While the frustration simmered inside me, a small thought tried to push through.
Or Perhaps… he was genuinely busy today. Maybe he just wanted to wrap things up as quickly as possible. Otherwise, he couldn't possibly ignore me. Yeah, that had to be it, right? I mean, he even complimented me, after all...
I sighed, pressing my palm to my forehead.
God. I need to stop acting so desperate. It's not like it's the end of the world.
Yeah.
I couldn't stop the smile forming on my lips.
This is not the end.
And just like that, we were out the door.
Lina immediately pulled out her phone, focused on the screen as we walked side by side. I tilted my head, trying not to sound too nosy.
"Hm? Lina, you seem pretty busy today. Mind sharing what's got you so quiet?"
She held the screen up toward my face, showing me her phone. "Actually, I wanted to go shopping, so I was just checking for the best clothing stores."
"Oh?" I replied with a touch of curiosity.
"I've only ever been to the mall for shopping so far, and honestly, I haven't bought that many clothes either."
Lina perked up right away. "Well, I already have one place in mind, and it's not far either. So maybe we should check it out together?
I replied with a smile on my face. "Sounds good. What time?"
"How about 4 pm?" she answered with a happy face.
"Done, I'll be on time," I nodded and we parted our ways.
I quickly completed the chores and had a short, refreshing nap. The alarm buzzed about half an hour before 4 p.m., so I got up and got ready as fast as I could. Threw on something light and decent, did my hair half-properly, and by the time I was done, I heard the knock on the door.
I didn't bother telling him anything. He was probably busy upstairs, and we'd be back in an hour at most anyway. No big deal.
Lina and I headed off to the clothing store she had found.
As we walked, she leaned in close, nudging my arm and lowering her voice with that teasing smile on her lips.
"Look," she said, "that guy's literally rubbing his crotch while staring at you."
I blinked, half-thinking she was exaggerating, but when I followed her gaze, she wasn't kidding. He really was doing it.
Instead of being embarrassed, I actually found myself smiling. We were walking through a street full of drooling men, and somehow we were laughing like high school girls ditching class.
A few guys made bold gestures with their tongues and hands. One even called out something dirty I didn't catch fully—though Lina shut him down instantly with one look and kept dragging me forward.
I probably should've been more shocked. But weirdly, I wasn't. I wasn't even uncomfortable. If anything, I felt… oddly amused. Like we were walking through a sea of horny dogs on a leash, and we were just out of reach.
And I'd be lying if I said that little rush didn't make something inside me flutter.
Lina clapped her hands once we stepped into the store, her eyes sparkling like a kid in a candy shop. "Alright, Time to feast," she grinned, grabbing a handful of outfits—some normal, some... definitely not.
I followed her to the trial area, leaning on the wall near her fitting room. The curtain wasn't fully closed, and she didn't really seem to care.
"Okay, tell me how this one looks," she said, stepping out from the changing room.
My mouth dropped and my eyes widened instantly. "W-What the hell are you wearing?"
It was a tight red dress. It was so damn tight, every curve, every part of her body was on full display. From her chest, waist to those wide hips. The neckline dipped low enough to make me blush, and it didn't even cover her thighs.
I could feel the blush reaching all the way to my ears.
Lina just burst into laughter, clearly enjoying the look on my face. "Now, now," she said with a smirk, "I'm just showing you the kind of clothes women like us needs to wear."
"Don't be shy," she added, spinning a slow circle so I got a full view of her ass. "Just sit there and give me your feedback, alright?"
I sat, awkwardly closing my legs. "I-I mean, it's definitely… something," I mumbled, trying not to stare too openly.
She leaned forward slightly, letting her cleavage dangle just enough to make me shake. "So? Does it look hot?"
I swallowed. "It's... too revealing.
"Good," she grinned.
She winked, then disappeared back into the fitting room. I tried not to think about how strangely warm I felt. I'd seen outfits like that before—on models, in videos, sure. But watching someone I knew wearing it, confidently flaunting herself in front of me... it hit different. My thighs shifted slightly, uncomfortable. Or maybe not uncomfortable.
When she came out again, my mouth went dry.
This time, she wore a cropped black top, it stopped just under her chest, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her bra peeked out. Below, a tight, barely-there denim mini skirt that rode so high her toned thighs were completely visible. A small chain dangled around her waist, drawing my eyes lower before I could stop myself.
"Okay, this one?" she asked, striking a sexy pose with one leg out, arms above her head, turning just enough for her ass to pop. "This is my club killer look."
"You seriously wear that outside?" I asked, eyes widening.
She laughed again. "Of course. When you've got a body, you show it off."
"You don't think it's… too much?" I asked, though even I didn't sound convinced.
Her eyes softened slightly as she walked closer, still smiling. "Why should we hide what makes us beautiful? Clothes like this aren't about being vulgar. They're about appreciating what we've got. Confidence, curves, skin... it's all part of being a woman."
I stayed silent, but her words lodged themselves somewhere deep inside my brain. I didn't want to admit it, but watching her stand there so proud, owning every inch of herself—it made me curious. Maybe even envious.
She smirked, seeing the hesitation in my eyes. "Just wait. I've got a few more."
And she did. One after another, she stepped out in outfits that got even more daring. A sheer mesh bodysuit with a thong underneath. A white tube dress so tight it looked like it had been painted to her skin. A bikini top paired with tight jeans to give her ass a perfect round shape.
Each time, she twirled, posed, and teased—hands sliding down her sides, hips swaying, lips curled in a playful smile. And with every look, she threw in little comments, almost like seeds.
"This one's perfect for a summer walk, you'll have them staring for sure."
"Imagine walking past your man in this… I bet he wouldn't blink the rest of the day."
"Confidence, babe. That's all it takes."
I laughed nervously, trying to act like it was all harmless fun. But inside, something was making my heart pound. It wasn't just the clothes. It was the way she wore them. The way she owned them. The way her words made me feel seen. Made me wonder… if maybe she was right.
Maybe there was something thrilling about dressing like that. Something I'd never let myself feel.
Until now.
Lina finally stopped in front of the fitting room mirror, hands on her hips. "Alright. Enough of me showing off." She turned to face me with that playful smirk again. "Now it's your turn."
I blinked. "Wait, what?"
"You heard me." She was already grabbing a handful of clothes off the rack nearby. No hesitation, no second thoughts. Just picked them like she knew exactly what they'd do to me. "You've been staring this whole time. So don't even try to act shy now."
I swallowed. "I wasn't—"
"Please." She shoved the clothes into my arms. "You were drooling."
I looked down. The first thing on top was a tiny halter top that looked like it would barely cover my nipples. It had thin straps that crossed over the chest and left most of the cleavage open. The thrilling nervous started blooming inside my womb.
Below it was an even more scandalous piece. A black mesh dress—no lining, just sheer fabric that would show everything underneath. Lace trimming at the hem and neckline like it was trying to pretend to be elegant.
Then came a skirt. Or at least what she called a skirt. It was short enough that I didn't need to bend over to flash my ass.
"This one's for your husband," Lina said with a playful smile, flicking the hem with her finger. "At home. No panties allowed."
I tried to laugh it off, but I could feel the heat building up between my thighs.
"You're impossible…" I mumbled, avoiding her eyes—mostly because I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or imagine it.
She leaned in, whispering now, "This one's for the perverts outside." She held up a pink tank top with slits down both sides, the kind that would flutter and open every time I moved. "Give them a little treat. Nothing wrong with that, right?"
I just stood there holding everything, my breath getting faster. What the hell is wrong with me? Why is this making me so excited? Its... just clothes. More revealing than what I wear, but it's still clothes. But something about it all—the teasing, the boldness, the way Lina flaunted herself—it was stirring something twisted in me. The idea of slipping into something like that, of standing in front of the mirror and seeing myself differently, it lit something up inside me. Something I wasn't supposed to feel.
It was just us here. Just two women.
But somehow, it felt like the whole world would be watching me once I stepped out in any of those outfits. Like the mirrors had eyes. Like the air itself would wrap around my bare skin and whisper filthy things in my ears.
"I… I don't know if these will even fit me," I said quietly, still staring down.
Lina raised an eyebrow. "They'll fit. Trust me. You've got a better body than you think. And these?" She plucked the sheer mesh dress from the pile in my arms and let it dangle from her finger. "These are made to appreciate that body."
There was no denying it. I was turned on. Just standing there in the middle of the changing area, holding those slutty outfits, my nipples had already stiffened under my bra. I felt the low heat stirring in my stomach.
Lina grinned, like she could read everything I was thinking. "Come on," she said, "I'll be waiting. Try them. You might end up loving the way you look."
I bit my lip, finally stepping in and pulling the curtain behind me. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the first top. The fabric felt light, soft, like it belonged to someone wilder than me.
My heart kept thudding as I looked down at the first top in my hands. Just holding it made my fingers twitch. It was so small. Barely anything, really — two little patches of fabric joined by thin strings that would barely cling to my tits.
It took a few seconds to figure out where each strap went. The fabric barely covered my nipples, my entire tits except the nipple clearly visible no matter how I adjusted it. The moment I looked in the mirror, my breath went fast and hot. My skin, flushed. My breasts, pushed up and out. My stomach flat and naked. I looked… indecent. Like a woman asking to be stared at.
I didn't even get a second to breathe properly before Lina's voice came from outside the curtain.
"How's it looking in there?"
I hesitated. "S-Small."
She chuckled. "Let me see."
"No—"
But she didn't wait. She pulled the curtain aside just enough to peek, then whistled low.
"Damn. Look at those tits. That top's barely holding on." Her grin widened as her eyes moved over me. "You wear that outside, men would crash their bikes just trying to stare."
I instinctively crossed my arms, trying to hide myself. But even then, my cleavage bulged between my forearms.
She laughed. "Don't cover it. Own it. You look hot."
My body was burning like somebody threw me into a volcano. But she didn't stop.
"Imagine walking down the street like that. Just casually. Every eye locked on your chest. You'd feel it, wouldn't you? That thrill? That power?"
Her words seeping into me like slow poison. I turned back to the mirror once she pulled the curtain closed again. My breath caught as I stared at my reflection. I moved my arms away. My nipples strained beneath the fabric, hard and visible. I raised one hand, slowly brushing the side of my breast with trembling fingers. The way it jiggled, the way my skin felt so sensitive already—I shouldn't have touched myself like that, but I couldn't stop.
I reached for the next one. A pink tank top. So small, I thought it was a child's size at first. Lina had passed it to me with a wicked grin and said, "This one's for giving the perverts something to enjoy when you're walking to the market."
I shouldn't have even considered putting it on.
But I did.
It stretched tight over my chest, tightly pressed. The fabric was so thin, I could clearly make out the shape of my nipples pressing against it. No bra, no padding. Just me—raw and visible. The cut was high enough to expose my midriff and low enough that any quick movement might flash the entire bottom of my breasts.
I stared at myself in the mirror and exhaled slowly.
Lina peeked in again, instantly lighting up. "Holy shit. That's perfect. Every guy you pass would stare straight at your tits in that."
I blushed. "It's too much."
"No," she said, stepping inside again, circling slowly. "It's just enough. Just enough to make them imagine sliding a hand up from your stomach, slipping a thumb under the top, lifting it higher inch by inch…"
She leaned in near my ear, her voice playful, sultry. "You'd act innocent. Pretend you didn't notice the way they looked at you. But deep down, you'd love it. You'd feel alive, wouldn't you?"
I turned slightly, my hand brushing my stomach. Her words wrapped around my thoughts like a slow, pulsing heat. I imagined it—walking down the street, the stares, the glances, the growing tension in the air. Being seen. Wanted. Desired.
"Now try bending forward a little," she said.
"What?"
"Just try it."
I hesitated, then bent down in front of the mirror. The neckline dipped low, the thin fabric pulling tighter. If someone were standing in front of me… they'd see everything.
Lina grinned. "Told you. Those perverts wouldn't even blink. They'd eat you up with their eyes."
I stood straight, flushed and panting lightly. This wasn't normal. I was just trying on clothes. But my body was reacting like I was in bed.
I turned around, and reached for the skirt. That ridiculously short skirt she said was "for my husband." I pulled it up over my hips. It was so tight, I had to pull hard just to get it into place. It hugged everything, squeezing my waist, clinging to my ass.
But it was short. So short that when I turned to look behind me, I could see the bottom curve of my buttcheeks peeking out.
"Holy shit," I whispered.
"You got it on?" Lina called.
"Y-Yeah…"
"Let me see."
I didn't say anything, but the curtain pulled again anyway. Her eyes widened.
"Oh my God." She stepped in a little. "Turn around."
I hesitated, then turned slowly. Her low whistle returned.
"Your ass looks amazing in that. Like, genuinely—men would die to get a handful of that. You know that, right?"
She leaned against the mirror, eyes fixed on my exposed area. "You walk by in that, and you'll hear the smack in their minds before they even think it. You'd feel them watching you. Wanting to grab it. And you'd pretend not to notice. That's what makes it hot."
I was breathing faster. The mirror was fogging slightly with my breath. I turned again, looking over my shoulder at my own ass. She wasn't lying. It looked obscene. Barely covered. Tight. I gave a tiny twist at the hips, just to see how much it bounced.
Lina licked her lips. "Now imagine your husband walking behind you in this. And every guy around thinking, how the fuck did he get her? Makes you wet just picturing it, huh?"
She wasn't wrong. My pulse getting out of control between my legs. I could feel it building. A pressure that made me lick my lower lip.
I reached for the next outfit—if it could be called that. A mesh slip, transparent and delicate. There was no hiding in this. Every inch of me would be visible, from the hardened peaks of my nipples to my pussy.
As I pulled it over my head and let it settle on my skin, I looked in the mirror again. My whole body was on display. I turned. Twisted. Bent slightly.
The air itself felt hot.
Lina peeked again, and this time she didn't even try to hide her grin.
"See?" she said softly. "That's what a beautiful body's for. Letting the world enjoy it. Feeling them hunger for you."
She was speaking so casually, but every word sank deep. My nipples were so hard they ached. My fingers twitched at my sides, itching to touch more.
And inside, something was shifting. Breaking. A thrill that no longer scared me. A fire that wanted to be fed.
I stared at myself longer, pressing a palm gently to my breast. It felt electric.
Her voice returned, soft, low.
"Feels good, doesn't it? Knowing they'd all be watching. That they'd want you."
I didn't answer.
I couldn't.
Because she was right.
And I was already dripping.
The next piece in the pile was a top barely bigger than a bra, paired with a thong. A proper one. Thin waistband, string back. Not the kind of thing you accidentally wear—it was designed to show skin. Deliberately slutty.
I slid the thong up my legs, hesitating as I reached my hips. It barely covered me. I turned in front of the mirror and my stomach twisted. My entire ass was out. Entirely. Round, soft, delicious.
The top clung tightly across my chest, pushing everything up. My nipples were visible through the thin fabric. I looked like a woman on the cover of a trashy magazine. One of those women.
"Ready?" Lina's voice teased again.
I should've said no.
Instead, I opened the curtain.
Her eyes dropped to my waist instantly.
"Well, fuck, girl."
She walked a slow circle around me, openly staring.
"I'd spank that ass if it were legal. Look at it.
I swallowed hard, heat flooding down my neck.
"You ever worn a thong before?" she asked, tilting her head.
"N-No…"
She grinned. "You should. A body like yours was made for them. The way your cheeks bounce with every step… Men wouldn't survive."
I turned back to the mirror, and I hated that she was right. The way the string vanished between the roundness of my ass, the way my skin looked so soft and bare—I felt humiliated. But I also felt… hot. My body betrayed me with every heartbeat, warmth spreading between my legs like a quiet confession.
The next item was almost a relief. Tight jeans and a crop top. At least I'd worn something like it before, right?
Wrong.
The jeans were skin-tight. Once I pulled them on, I realized just how dirty they were. They wrapped around my hips like a second skin, pressing into my crotch so clearly I could see the shape of it. When I turned around, the denim clung so tightly to my ass that the outline of each cheek was visible. There was no room to breathe in them—just curves and tension.
Lina peeked in again and raised her eyebrows.
"God damn," she murmured.
She stepped closer. "That's not an ass you ignore. That's an ass you chase down the street for."
She laughed, and I couldn't help but glance at myself in the mirror again. Was she right? Would people really stare at me like that? Want me?
Last outfit. A bikini.
A tiny black one.
The top lifted and squeezed my breasts, making them look fuller, heavier. The bottoms were low. So low I had to swallow before pulling them into place. I looked vulgar. Like a whore who was getting ready to shoot a porn video.
I stepped out.
Lina stared, and then broke into a wicked smile.
"Jesus Christ. You're walking sin, you know that?"
I tried to cover myself, failing miserably.
"You ever been to a beach like this?" she asked.
I shook my head, cheeks burning.
She leaned in close, whispering near my ear. "You wear this, men won't be swimming. They'll be jerking off in their heads the moment you walk by."
I quietly listened to every word of her. My body trembling with arousal.
When I finally changed back into my normal clothes, my body still pulsed with heat. My thighs were sticky. My heart was racing.
Lina leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, watching me calmly.
"So," she said, "you gonna buy them?"
I opened my mouth. Closed it. The words wouldn't come.
Then, finally, I mumbled, "I-I guess. They're… not bad."
She smiled. Not the teasing one she'd worn before. This one was knowing. Like she'd already seen the ending to a game I never participated in.
I paid, heart thudding as the cashier bagged the items. The plastic rustled like it was whispering my secrets aloud.
When I got home, I slipped the bag straight to the bottom of the closet. Behind boxes. Beneath old clothes.
I wasn't ready to show them to him yet.
Not yet.
But maybe… one day.
Maybe, little by little, I'd take them out.
One piece at a time.