Bimbofication: Part 1

"Right...I have your measurements now." Sadie said incredulously. "Why don't you get dressed, and then you can both follow me to select some items to try on."

Again, Sarah interjected before Emma even had time to process what was said. "Em, you stay here. No need to get dressed. We'll pick some things out". Sadie continued to be amused by Sarah's forceful nature and how compliant her friend seemed to be. She couldn't help but laugh.

They walked out of the room and closed the door behind them. Emma wanted to get dressed, but she couldn’t find her glasses. She heard the noise of the mall briefly as the door was opened. She felt vulnerable, wearing only panties, and she instinctively covered herself. Her pussy was throbbing, and she could feel a wet spot forming. Why was this happening? Being measured, touched, directed, and inspected. She swooned, dizzy, and moved to sit down. She spread her legs far apart, slouched in the chair, and rubbed her pussy. Emma bit her lip, and her eyes moved back into her head. She stopped, her arousal fading. What am I doing? 

Just then, voices outside the door got closer. Emma jerked her hand out of her panties and tried to cover her body with her hands. The door flew open 

"-appointed with the limited selection of normal clothing? Who dresses like this?" Sarah was speaking to Sadie as they walked into the room. She turned to Emma, saying, "I have a bra for you to try on. Get back in front of the mirror." Sarah's eyes were fixed on Emma's exposed breasts as though she were talking to them.

Emma's heart skipped, and her face went flush; her arousal was returning. Sarah’s commanding tone had this effect. Emma moved to the mirror, hunching, covering herself. 

"Arms higher, c'mon, up, up" Sarah said impatiently, testing the limits of her power over Emma. 

Emma stood tall and raised her arms up high. She pushed her breasts out in front of her. Her legs were crossed awkwardly while she stood. Her face went flush again, and she breathed heavily through her mouth.

Sarah held a bright red push-up bra to Emma's chest, examining it. "Help me put it on," Sarah directed to Sadie. The bra's fabric moved across Emma's nipples as it was adjusted, and she felt the wetness growing. She bit her lip and hoped they would not notice. Her knees felt weak again. 

The bra was clasped on, and Sarah took some steps back. "Oh it fits perfect," Sarah said, satisfied with the item she’d chosen for Emma.

"It's really tight, and it won't be very comfortable for her..." Sadie replied. The bra supported Emma’s breasts and lifted them up tightly.

Sarah ignored Sadie. She thought the bra made Emma’s breasts look stunning. And, when Sarah was in a certain mood, her desires were prioritized over someone else’s discomfort. 

Sarah reached for the other item she had selected for Emma. It was a simple black tank top, the only top Sarah could find in this store that wouldn't be wildly inappropriate at school. The intent of their shopping trip was, after all, to make Emma look like a regular student when they went to school the following week. 

Standing in only a bra and panties, Sadie helped Emma pull it over her head, careful not to bump her glasses. Emma looked at herself in the mirror. It had spaghetti straps that kept her shoulders bare and a plunging neckline. It covered little more of her cleavage than the pushup bra did. The tank top was tight around her chest and stomach, hugging her curves and narrow waist. It was long and came down just below the bottom of her panties. Emma’s wetness was hidden, to her relief. 

Sadie gave Emma her glasses, and she examined herself in the mirror, turning and posing. She normally slouched terribly, but she stood straight to push out her breasts and flatten her stomach under the tight material. Her collarbones caught the light. Her breasts felt squished in the tight bra, but it felt good. She continued looking at herself for some time, almost forgetting Sarah and Sadie were still watching her. Emma felt sexy, perhaps for the first time in her life.

"That's good for now; let's get some lunch and then try another store," Sarah said. She picked up Emma's ratty old hoodie and held it up. "You don't need this old thing anymore," and she threw it into a garbage can near the door. Sarah thought that the tank top wasn't much more appropriate than a ratty old t-shirt, but at least it was new. Sarah dropped the sweatshirt in the garbage can as well. "She can just wear those out?" Sarah asked Sadie, pointing to Emma, not awaiting a response. They walked out of the room and towards the sales counter.

Emma studied herself in the mirror. She was happy with her new look, although her remaining arousal clouded her judgment. She'd noticed Sarah discard her old hoodie and would have liked to keep it, but she thought better of it. This was a chance for a new start, to replace that old thing. She put on her jeans and laced up her high-top sneakers. Before running out to catch up with Sarah, she posed in front of the mirror for a few more seconds, admiring how her body looked in the tight tank top.