Twisted Testing - Part Five

Watching as Fiona goes to the cafe, leaving several minutes after with a coffee and muffin in hand as she wanders into the boutique, I sit and stew in the car. My head pounds, the ache behind my eyes returning as I ruminate over our brief argument.

"Cute..." I mutter dimly, my voice lacking much conviction in it as I slowly find my gaze lingering on a broad brimmed mustard yellow hat with a thick black ribbon tied into a bow. In an instant my head ache ends, the throbbing building to a sharp pain before vanishing as I unbuckle my seat belt.

"Fuck it..." I huff, opening the door as I kick my legs out and haul my body from the car with a little jump. "... It's just one outfit... then I can try... something else..."

My pout simply refuses to leave my adorable face as I stumble across the wet asphalt in the oversized shoes before quickly hopping to the foot path and ducking into the quaint little clothing store.

I'm immediately met with the scent of freshly pressed linen and vanilla bean, the soft scents hanging in the air and acting to accentuate cozy nature of the boutique. The brick wall are painted a bright white and the floorboards are a light shade of brown, the colors likely being aimed to make the narrow storefront feel a little bit larger.

A long set of shelves run down the center of the shop, dividing it up into two walkways leading down either side of the shop. Along the walls sit a series of racks and stands, the eclectic mix of furniture playing host to different articles of clothing.

 

As the door creaks shut behind me I watch as Fiona perks up, her arms full of clothes already as she swallows hard at a mouthful of blueberry muffin. Shuffling her drink and food between her hands she finally gets one free, reaching up to wave towards the back of the shop and the little counter in the right hand corner.

"There she is..." Fiona giggles, standing on her toes to try and see over the shelves. "Willow! This is who I was wanting to asking about, do you think you have anything in her size?"

I watch as from behind a small and aging LCD screen a tall and lanky older woman slowly stands up. Her frail and lanky frame stands at around six feet tall, with her wild and frizzy auburn hair adding a few additional inches to her height. A set of piercing emerald green eyes lock onto me from behind a small set of half-moon reading glasses, the quirky gold frames working well with her light brown linen dress sitting cinched in tightly with a braided leather belt and accompanying gold buckle.

As the woman rounds the desk, her slow stride still carrying her towards me rather quickly thanks to her size, the woman in her late fifties adjusts her glasses with a ring covered hand. Her lips purse for a moment in thought, creases forming in her pale skin as she looks me up and down with an apprising eye.

"Oh my..." she coos softly, her voice crackling slightly as she lets out a small cough. "You certainly weren't kidding about her proportions" she chuckles, leaning in as her eyes narrow. "Do you mind..." she mutters, spinning her finger as she gestures for me to turn around.

"Uhh..." I blurt out, looking to Fiona as she simply gives me a nod and returns to comparing items of clothing before pairing them together. Slowly but surely I begin to pace around, the bespectacled woman soon reaching out to tug at my shirt in an effort to get it to sit more neatly over my frame.

"I don't normally stock these things in your size dear..." Willow murmurs, her eyes darting around as she seemingly measures me up with each slow step. "I'm guessing... G... and your build is so..." she continues, vocalizing her thoughts as they race past. "I will need to check the back, I might have an old order or two that never got picked up."

Willow soon turns away, walking towards the counter and the open doorway behind it. As she passes Fiona she looks over, pointing to a nearby shelf.

"Anything on the bottom two shelves should fit her hips" Willow states, looking back for a moment to me and the shoes I was poorly wearing. "I will get some pairs of shoes for her to try as well."

"You're a life saver" Fiona coos, snatching a bundle of folded underwear from one of the shelves before looking back towards me. "Come on, there's a changing room in the back."

 

Shuffling up to Fiona I pause for a moment, my eyes locked to the growing pile of cloths in her arms. Fiona for her part simply continues shopping, taking a lace trimmed ruffled blouse and piling it atop the rest.

"Ummm... I just need one..." I begin to meekly mutter, my lip quivering as I stare at the mountain of clothing. "What did you tell her?"

"That you lost your luggage" Fiona states in a matter of fact tone. "That you're my niece and that you lost your luggage so we need some new outfits and underwear. Now come on, dressing room" she continues, barking the order as I feel a chill run up my spine.

My head throbs as I slowly and meekly shuffle around past her, a simple nod being all I can muster as I pace off towards a curtained off section in the far left corner. Passing by a rack of cable-knit sweaters the headache spikes back for just a moment, the surge of static ripping through along with Fiona's description of the clothes here

'Cute'

 My lips quiver as I look away, any thoughts of getting some simple shirts and jeans from the Big-Mart vanishing as I plod along towards the changing room. Peeling back the curtain I find myself looking into what would have been a small storage room that had been repurposed into a makeshift dressing room, the door frame missing its door while a small bench and mirror rest affixed to the soft cream colored walls.

As I shuffle inside, my gaze locking to the sweet young woman clad in an ill-fitting shirt turned dress and over-sized shoes, I hear the rustling of the curtain as Fiona shoves it aside before drawing it back shut. With a heavy thud she dumps the huge pile of clothes onto the seat, her icy blue eyes darting back and forth as she quickly begin to pair things up to build out a series of outfits. 

Separating things out she grabs a set of deep burgundy panties, shoving them in my direction before she looks over me.

"Well? Come on, we don't have all day" she states, cocking an eyebrow as I look at her behind me in the mirror. For a second I just give her a vacant look, my eyes glued to the stretchy cotton underwear in her hand. "What are you waiting for? Shoes and shirt off, chop chop"

Kicking off my shoes I slowly try to get the t-shirt off with one hand, my other covering my groin as I squeeze my thighs together in the hope of hiding the wiry brown hairs and the pretty pink slit nestled between them. Noticing my struggle Fiona can't help but chuckle, the older woman sitting down on the bench as it groans a little under her.

"I've seen you naked before idiot" she laughs, rolling her eyes. "We dated for... what? three and a half..."

"You haven't seen me like this..." I squeal, finally whipping the shirt up over my head as I reach up to cover my chest as best I can as well. My cheeks burn red, my dainty hand doing little to cover the voluminous flesh as I instead strain to just grab a hold of the generous rack and cover the perky pink nipples from view.

Suddenly, the curtain parts as Willows ring coated hand slithers inside with a clover green bra dangling from her fingers. My lips part as my jaw drops, my eyes watering a little as I stare at the seemingly massive cups of the damned thing and question if it would even fit.

"This is all I could find I'm afraid" she calls out, jostling the bra as she tries to get me to take it from her. Reaching out I tentatively grab one of the straps, the older woman dropping the undergarment before retracting her hand. "It may pinch a little, but I'm happy to give a discount considering it's owner never showed up after paying the deposit."

"Thanks Willow" Fiona calls out, gesturing for me to pass her the bra. "We're going to try on a few different things, mind if we..."

"No no take your time" Willow calls back, the sound of her leather sandals soon traipsing away. "Shout out if you need anything!"

Swallowing hard I look at Fiona in the mirror, her mouth twisting into a mischievous grin as she holds up the bra and looks to me. Tilting her head slightly she looks to my chest, her tongue clicking as she waves the bra in the air.

"Well now... let's get started"

 

It feels like we're in the changing room for hours, my former girlfriend getting me to strip and dress over and over as she treats me more like a dress-up doll than a real person. Before long I find myself stepping into skirts and adjusting blouses as though it were second nature, each droning coo and giggle from Fiona as to how cute I look leaving my wincing and my eye twitching as I stare into the mirror and unfortunately finding myself agreeing with her.

 

"My fucking shoulders..." I whimper, my dainty fingers reaching under my clothes as I try to adjust the dark green strap digs into my soft sensitive skin. As I pinch and shift the slender strip of fabric I wheeze in discomfort as my chest is lifted and compress, the hefty mounds of fat already overflowing the lacy cups as the edges dig into the voluminous flesh.

"You get used to it" Fiona giggles, watching me struggle as she gathers up some of the clothes to take to the front with us. "Are you sure you want to wear that out?" Fiona asks, cocking her head as I give up on fixing my bra with a pathetic huff. "I mean I was joking about..."

"It's..." I begin mutter, my cheeks growing flush and my head feeling fuzzy right behind my eyes. "... Cute..." I mutter, my voice growing warm yet dim and I parrot the older woman behind me.

Leaving behind the less interesting outfits, I pull the curtain back as I shuffle meekly out into the shop. My cheeks burn red as I catch the sight of my reflection in the window and the view of my body clad in...