Kinktober Day 6: Swapping Clothes
#6 of Kinktober 2023
These are very short, quickly written stories with no editing or review. Just writing to write.
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Day 6: Swapping Clothes
"I really wanna look good for tonight but I just don't know what to wear," I muttered, chewing my lip nervously. Amy nodded and gestured at her wardrobe, and I hesitated. "You sure?" I asked. Again, she nodded, sipping at her coffee as I quickly tore off my shirt and tossed it aside. My bra went next, freeing my breasts from their irksome confinement and letting myself stand half-naked in front of one of my closest friends as I looked at her massive wardrobe of clothes. "Holy shit you...have a lot of clothes."
"I like to look my best at all times," Amy laughed, leaning forward in her seat as I pulled out a shredded t-shirt that had some suspicious holes in it. "Those're...ummm...claw marks. From Eric," she admitted finally, falling back in her seat. "We got a bit...intense."
"Sounds...fun?" I offered, feeling a bit worried for my polar bear friend. She blushed and looked away, and I put the shirt back. I pulled out a nice, green blouse and held it against myself. "You're lucky; what could possibly clash with white fur?"
"Yellow," Amy responded. I thought about it for a moment then nodded, putting the blouse back where I found it and slipping through her closet a bit more. "I'd say go for something red. You look good in red," she advised me, and I nodded, looking through her closet for some red clothes. It was good we had roughly similar builds, even if she was a bit more top-heavy than I was. Sometimes she would borrow my clothes, sometimes I could borrow hers. It was more likely for me to borrow hers than vice-versa; she'd been raised to understand how important it is to look nice for the right occasion. My folks always taught me looks don't matter.
Nice sentiment, but anyone with half a brain can tell you that shit just ain't true.
"What about this?" I asked, pulling out a bright red dress and holding it in front of me. The polar bear nodded and set her coffee down, sitting up and gesturing for me to put it on. Hooking it up where I could easily grab it, I undid my jeans and pushed them down, shimmying out of them and leaving me in nothing but my underwear.
Taking the dress, I unzipped the back and slowly stepped into it. White hands came around and helped me into it, guiding my boobs into place. Once it was up and around me, she zipped me up from the back, making sure not to snag my fur as she did.
"Oh yeah, that'll knock him dead," Amy told me. "Just make sure when he tears this off he doesn't literally tear it though."