They walked into Tabitha and Rick’s bedroom. “Now it might be hard to find something to fit all of us,” Tabitha said. “I’m not the same size I was, and you two are definitely not that size, either.”
“Not my fault they made them this big,” Ricki said, running her hands over her breasts. She seemed to enjoy doing that too much.
“Would you cool it for five minutes, please?” Tabitha asked, while laughing. “We don’t want to be a trio of sluts.”
Ricki laughed. “I think that’s the way we’re going to end up looking, so what’s the point?”
“The point,” Tabitha continued, undeterred, “is to be able to think about something other than sex for a period of time.”
“Oh, fine,” Ricki pouted childishly.
They laughed as Tabitha searched through her closet. “I know I’ve got some stuff back here that might work,” she said, disappearing further into the walk-in closet. “I haven’t worn these things in years,” she said, her voice sounding muffled. “Ah, here we are!” she exclaimed and reemerged. She was carrying three dresses over her right arm. “Here,” she said, tossing one each at Ricki and Brenda. “Put them on.”
“Wait a sec,” Brenda protested. “How are they supposed to fit over these,” she said, pointing at her breasts, “When we know you were never that big.”
Tabitha smiled knowingly. “I used to buy these when I was younger. They were bigger in the bustline so I could make them look bigger. It certainly attracted Rick.”
Ricki laughed. She knew exactly what Tabitha meant. “She’s right, you know.” Ricki started to put her dress on and Brenda followed suit. “It’s strange,” she said while pulling it onto her slender frame, “that I have all of Rick’s memories but I’m not acting like him at all.”
“Me too,” said Brenda. “I know all about Brendon, and I’m not acting like him.”
“I guess it’s another effect of our change,” Ricki said. She asked Tabitha, “Do you feel any different?”
Tabitha thought for a moment. “Kind of. Obviously I’m not a whole new person. But I feel more…liberated. I feel looser and freer. It sounds weird, but I don’t feel as held back as I used to. I feel like I can do anything I want.”
“Me too,” Brenda and Ricki said in unison. They all laughed.
“Which is kind of funny,” Ricki said, tugging the dress over her breasts, “because that’s exactly what we’re about to do.” Ricki’s dress fit her perfectly. It was bright red, low cut, and short. Her ample cleavage was on full display. The bottom of the dress accentuated the shape of her hips and ass nicely, and it stopped just above her knees. “Wow,” she said. “This makes me look hot.” She stared at herself in the mirror.
Brenda then stood next to her. Her dress was almost the same. The difference was that her dress had no shoulder straps, and was essentially a tube top. “Can you zip me up?” she asked Ricki. Ricki did so. “Ooh, it’s a little tight.” She looked at herself next to Ricki. “Aw, my tits don’t look as nice as yours.”
Tabitha, now wearing her own pink dress, walked up and said, “It’s all about how you carry yourself. After that, it doesn’t matter what kind of clothes you wear.”
“You know what else I just noticed?” Ricki asked. “That Brenda and I were able to put these on without needing any help from you. I guess we have natural instincts, too.”
“That’s good, considering you need to worry about what happens every 28 days,” Tabitha said.
“Oh, yea,” Ricki said, looking a little worried. “That’s not going to be fun.”
“You’ll get through it fine,” Tabitha reassured. “Especially with my help.”
“Hey,” Brenda said. “Is it OK that we’re not wearing bras or panties?”
“Sure,” Tabitha said. “A lot of women out looking for fun don’t, and not just prostitutes if you’re thinking that.”
Ricki agreed. “Besides, we’re not going to be wearing them long, now are we?” She smiled devilishly once again.
“True,” Brenda said.
Ricki said, “OK, one more thing to do and then we’re out of here.”
They left the room and headed downstairs.