Your body them began trying on bras, trying to find one that matched your thong. All of the bras seemed to be slightly too small, and caused your chest to be squished slightly with every pair. Finally, your body settled on a yellow bra with small cups that just managed to cover your nipples. It happily strikes a pose, and then slides your cell phone into your cleavage once again, before rummaging through the myriad of shirts. Everything was incredibly revealing, and you blushed as your body tried on a tight tank top. "Could we please try something less revealing?" You whisper to it, and pat's you on the cheek. It then proceeds to remove the most revealing shirt from the pile and attempts to slide it over your chest. It's a shirt which shows off your stomach, but the plunging neckline is large enough for the cups of your bra to be visible too. The front of the shirt reads "my tits are down here!" And you groan at the sight of it. You pack up the clothes amd exit the stall, paying for them (the clerk oggles you) and exit, your body taking you to the next destination.