Will sat on the bed and looked about the room. Sam sat nearby on the dressing table looking over the makeup and other items strewn across it. Will clearly wasn’t big on the makeup front despite her new sex, and Sam figured it had something to do with her skater girl, tom boy attitude.
“We need to get our heads screwed on” Will finally said standing up and walking over to the wardrobe. “Until we can sort this out we need to keep going like nothing’s changed.” She added and opening it up to view contents instantly froze. She’d expected there to be some change to her clothing, but she hadn’t quite been prepared for the full reality of it. There were the standard ripped jeans and denim shorts in a pile on one side but a few things instantly caught her gaze. The underwear was quite striking, with all manner of colour and styles left in view on one of the shelves. Will had seen his fair share of bra’s, mostly in the shops and on one of the few girls he’d had the pleasure of stripping them of, but the thought that this collection was for her, to hold and emphasize her own cleavage, made her breath catch in her throat. The second thing that was far more concerning was the clothing that was in pride of place hanging up.
A short black skirt and red tank top pair were clearly cantered for a reason and Will could only guess that she’d been planning to wear this combo. Taking the hangar from its perch and pulling it into view, Sam gasped as she saw it. Will, brought her eyes up and down it. Conceding that it was quite cute, she took a deep breath, resigning herself to her fate and held it up against her body for Sam to view. “Well?” She asked in voice that was almost terrified of the answer.
Sam could only stare, gazing at the sight, and nodded her approval. “I guess it looks good on you.” She offered as an answer, really unsure if that was the right answer. Will huffed as she lay the hangers on the bed before collapsing beside it.
“This is hopeless. We have no idea what we’re doing.”
Sam got up and picked the clothes up to get a closer look. “We can always try them on. People will get suspicious if we don’t act the part.” She said as she looked at will. “Come on.” She said, pulling her hand to lift her off the bed. “Try them on at least.”
With a groan Will stood up and looked at Sam. Slowly she disrobed again, mildly relieved that Sam and she had got the awkwardness of that out of the way. She stood there naked as Sam gazed upon her, perhaps more intensely than she should have been. “Look” Will said strolling over to her wardrobe, “I know we’re really guys, but get over it. We’ve both seen girls naked before and if you keep drooling like that people are going to start talking about us being lesbians.” She gazed at the array of underwear as Sam let out a dejected noise, sitting back down on the bed with the clothes.
Will gazed at her options, eventually settling on something plain and ordinary. A black set to match her skirt, though the fashion choice wasn’t the forefront of her thinking. She turned and lower the panties to the floor, slipping them up so they fit snugly on her hips and over her smooth crotch. The bra was more difficult, struggling to get the clasps right. She tucked her breasts into the cups, which held them in a really odd way, though she really had no point of comparison thus far, and beckoned Sam over to help with the clasp. She’d learn how to do it herself later, for now she needed the help.
She stood and gazed at herself in the mirror. The sexy teen girl in her underwear was everything Will had been looking for in a date and this was now her existence. Sam too stared, but more at the assets and the shape of the body than as a general judge of suitability of the underwear. The look was starting to give will nerves so she horridly took the skirt and pulled it up her legs to rest snugly on her hips. The top too was easily donned and the simplicity of the clothing did nothing to dampen how hot she now looked. Clearly the planned costume had had some thought go into it. She posed in the mirror, even going so far as to crack a smile, and you could have been mistaken for thinking she was just an average teen girl. Besides a lack of makeup, she looked like a party goer, of that there was no doubt.
“Wow” Said Sam as Will turned to her, with a pleased look on her face. She quickly caught herself and returned the serious demeanour she’d been wearing since she’d got home.
“Your turn!” she announced as she pulled Sam up.
“What!?” Sam protested as she was led to the wardrobe. “All my clothes are at my place” She added as a means of excuse.
“You can borrow mine. Don’t worry” Will said. She wasn’t doing this alone. She scanned through the closet for something that Sam could wear. Unlike her clothes, she now needed to make a conscious fashion choice, and with no experience beyond casual observation of feminine nature that wasn’t going to be easy. Sam continued to fret, not volunteering any ideas in hopes that she could get away from the situation.