Life as a good little girl/Ask to see some more outfits first
From Create Your Own Story
Somehow you can't muster the will to object to this practically non-existent outfit. Maybe it's because these two older girls both admire you for wearing such daring clothes.
"Yes," you say quietly, wanting nothing better than to please them. "I'm a cum-loving whore who loves exposing herself"
"Way to say it, Stephi," Tiffany gives you a congratulatory slap on your half-exposed behind, making you jump.
"Could we please get some more clothes?" you ask the two older girls, gesturing to the clothes you are wearing. You really wanted to get a new outfit Tiffany would admire, but not something like this. And you do have two-hundred dollars to spend.
This is the first chance you've had to get new clothes since moving here. You've had to make do with clothes that were made for the northern climate you'd left behind. You have done your best to make do by performing some home-spun alterations with some of garments, but you just ended up with obscene jean-shorts, or a long-sleeve shirt turned into an sloppy ultra-cropped tank-top with frayed stringy straps when it started unraveling. It's been a fashion struggle, but now you have the means to correct it. Of course the help you're receiving is unexpected.
Tiffany smiles at you and Emma's eyes light up. She probably gets a commission from sales, you think, which would be good for her considering how nice she's been to you.
"That's brilliant! No longer will you be wearing the uncoolest clothes in school, not with us dressing you up! We can fill out your repertoire, so to speak. Now, we are going to have to go pretty cheap so we can stretch this to get you a week's worth of outfits. But when the guys spot you flaunting your stuff you'll make more than enough money to replace the rest of your clothes!"
"Cheap is good. I only need a few small things," you mutter. Shorts, you think, a few t-shirts. Maybe a modest skirt or two so you don't boil in the sun.
Tiffany smiles at your magic words. "Just leave it to us, Stephi. Here, take a few bucks and go get yourself a drink or something while me and Emma pick out your new wardrobe."
"Oh. Um, I thought I could pick out a few different things. You know, like a little..."
"Small. Little. Got it," Tiffany grins, interrupting you. She turns you toward the door, almost pushing you out. "I promise I won't let you down. Now go get something to drink. Or, well, whatever else five bucks gets you," she winks, and takes a fiver from your own stash of money, hands it to you, and gives you one last nudge out the door. "Give us fifteen minutes and we'll have a bunch of cheap little things for your new wardrobe."
Sighing, and wondering if you should maybe protest, you look around, wondering where you should go. Or if maybe you should turn around and stop submissively letting Tiffany choose your destiny.
Life as a good little girl/A hot dog from the food court sounds good right about now
