Changing Clothes: Kelly - Part Four

Leaving her to stew for a moment I wriggle deeper into the seat of my old sedan, my heat skipping and fluttering as we pass by police cars as I worry about being pulled over without any sort of ID. I feel a her nudge me eliciting a giggle from the two of us as I finally respond.

"Fine, but I get to be your maid of honor when you and Sarah..." I giggle, blinking a little as I find the request slipping out without a second thought.

"Shut uuuuuuup" Kelly squeals, turning away as she opens the window in search of fresh air. "You'd better not be like this the whole trip."

Changing Clothes: Haley - Part Three

As I open the door to the Mitchell's home I slip inside, pouting a little as I compare their far more spacious apartment to my cramped little box.

Suddenly, the sound of a door shutting behind me snaps me from my daze. I whip around only to find the door to my apartment shut as the clicking of the lock rings out into the hall. Cocking one of my bushy eyebrows I pace slowly into Alex and Haley's apartment, pouting and nibbling at my lips in frustration.

"Where could..." I huff, pausing in my tracks as I spot a small silver frame. My eyes go wide, my blood running cold as I stare into the picture. The frame was familiar, having held a picture of a heavily pregnant Haley and Alex at their wedding only a few months back, any sight of that original photo having vanished without a trace

'Bethany' stands next to the slightly taller Alex, the grinning woman holding a familiar little lilac bundle in her arms. Alex's arm wraps around her shoulder, a modest side hug between friends or so I had thought. We had taken the picture a little over a week ago, Haley demanding that the three of us pose so she could get a picture of 'The Best Auntie in the World'.

However, I'm left reeling as I read the cursive text beneath the frame.

Mr & Mrs Mitchell - Congratulations 

Changing Clothes: Rachel - Part Three

"Vicky asked about Luci specifically, she couldn't remember the last time she saw you, it would make the event so special and who knows how many more she..." Rachel begins to mumble, the thought of her friends advancing age seeming to weigh on her.

"I like greens, yellows, and browns" I mutter under my breath, pouting a little as I shuffle towards the door. Catching my intention Rachel immediately perks up, the older woman cooing excitedly as she quickly minces to catch up to me.

"Earth tones, they'll suit you dear, very mature" she remarks, jotting down more notes in her notebook. As we reach the door I find her wrapping her arms around me from behind, my heart melting for a moment as my body reacts to the affection.

 

"Don't you worry on second dear" Rachel coos, reaching up to open the door. "Let Nana organize everything, you just head down to the office." 

Changing Clothes: Margaret - Part Three

As she opens the door she looks outside, a smirk spreading across her borrowed lips as she places a hand on the small of my back.

"Actually, perhaps we can have a drink tomorrow.." she muses, shoving me out through the door almost violently with her newfound strength. "It looks like you need to get home" she chuckles, dropping her keys in the hall before slamming the door shut on my confused form as I hear a voice call out.

"Well hello there" coos Mr. Richards "Thought you'd be getting ready for date night?"

 

The man is a silver fox in the making, his dark brown hair only just starting to develop a few grays along his sideburns and in the gruff muzzle of five-o-clock shadow he calls a beard that runs down his firm and chiseled. A set of black glasses set on his nose, amplifying her gray-blue eyes as he looks down at me. Standing at only around 5'11" he is a bit shorter than I had been, though in my current state he manages to steal a few inches over me.

He is dressed in a tight white button-up shirt, a dark navy blue suit jacket slung over one shoulder while his of-hand holds a fine leather messenger bag. A stripped range, white, and blue tie hangs loose around his neck, having been let down over this trip home from the office. 

Despite his age, being somewhere in is very early forties, he still remained rather fit and healthy, looking more than able to pick up a sweet and curvaceous woman like Margaret without much trouble at all.

Changing Clothes: Gracie - Part Three

Gracie chuckles nervously, her face growing redder by the second as she takes a sharp inhale from her cigarette before putting it out in the sink.

"I know, you can thank me latter" she mumbles, downing her glass of wine before heading towards the door. "So if I get you some shoes I take it you're keen to..."

"Fuck yeah!" I shout, draining my far larger glass of wine in excitement before stubbing out the cigarette in the bottom of the glass. "I owe you one."

Lurching forward, staggering for a moment as the heft of my chest threatening to topple me over, I quickly begin to waltz towards the door. My narrow waist and fairly slender hips thankfully lack much of the same sway I had found when trying on the other clothes, the entirety of the destabilizing wobble coming from the heavy sagging weights in front of me.

Through the large holes in the side of my dress I constantly feel my arms brush and bump into the fishnet mesh and the soft squishy flesh as I walk, my gait shifting slight as I find my stride shrinking to adjust to the lack of a bra. Ahead of me Gracie bolts out the door, her combat boot clad footfalls echoing loudly as she races towards the stairs and up towards her shared apartment.

Snatching up my wallet and phone from the coffee table I sigh groaning under my breath as I pat the sides of my skin tight leather pants. For a moment I shift awkwardly, trying to think of a solution short of using a backpack or cleaning out my leather messenger bag.

Biting at my lip I reach up to the stretchy neckline of the fish net up, tugging it forward as I slowly inch the icy cold mobile between my overwhelming cleavage. Shiver run though my shrunken form, a gasp slipping from my plump lip as the device quickly disappears between the soft mounds and grows stuck to the sweaty flesh.

Toss my wallet back to the table I simply decide to hold my keys for now, my mind now hyper aware of the jiggling of my chest as it holds my phone in place.

Changing Clothes: Kelly - Part Three

"So... pleeeeease Heather..." she whines, teasing my hair as she tests the strength of the long and large singular braid now resting behind me. "I'll owe you! I bought you everything you'll need, and you can keep it as like... eighteen years of missed birthday presents and... and I swear you'll love them, like I got them from cool thrift stores and..."

"Okay okay" I giggle, shaking my head as I feel the heft if the braid behind me. "When do we need to leave."

Changing Clothes: Emily - Part Three

"Maybe some lingerie..." she coos, gently kissing my cheek as I nod eagerly. "Maybe a cute little dress, and an apron for your to wear around my apartment" she continues, kissing me tenderly on the lips.

Suddenly, she begins to chuckle before pulling back. I feel myself get placed back on the ground, the redhead obviously very pleased with herself as she tries to fight back the laughter.

"You really do make a cute woman Jess. Come on, we've got to go to the gym."