Stacy stood by her shoulder, and Mary saw the look of surprise on her face.
“Ho… lee… shit!” Stacy exclaimed, “Honey, you are one sexy little piece of ass!”
Mary blushed. She’d never dreamed that someone would call her a sexy piece of ass. Kayleigh stood on the other side, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Mmm Hmm,” she agreed, then said to Stacy, “You bring her in, and I think, there is no way to make her so sexy. But she had sexy in there. It is good. She is yours?”
“She is mine.” Stacy agreed, and stroked Mary’s new curls, sending a shiver through the girl.
She was surprised, though, as Mary turned from the mirror, wrapped her arms around her waist and buried her face in her stomach. She sobbed, saying, “Thank you so much.”
Stacy kindly patted her back and said, “It’s ok, honey. It’s ok.”
She added to Kayleigh, “Sorry. You’ll have to fix the makeup.”
Kayleigh nodded.
While Stacy drove them to the mall, Mary couldn’t stop looking at herself in the mirror. Just the change in her hair made her look like a whole different person. She actually looked like a woman, not a cute little girl. She had makeup. She had lipstick. Stacy gushed over her, making her feel special.
Stacy took her into all the shops that she’d previously been afraid of. They sold clothes for women that showed off their bodies, rather than hiding them. Most of Mary’s clothes came from the church’s monthly garment swap. Rarely had she owned something that wasn’t secondhand. Mary followed her through the stores, while Stacy picked out what seemed like an entire wardrobe for her. Then Stacy decided Mary needed new underwear.
“My Mary makeover,” Stacy said, “Starts from the outside in. You’re going to be amazed at what the new outside can do for the inside, but the outside needs some panties that don’t look like my grandma’s.”
The many choices and styles bewildered Mary. Since she’d never been shopping for her own underwear, she did not know that there were so many styles. How was a girl supposed to keep them all straight? Thongs, briefs, G-strings, high-rise, low-rise, boy shorts, so many kinds. Stacy seemed to know exactly what she was doing, though, and was happy to continue dressing Mary, as she felt appropriate. Out of her depth, Mary simply allowed the older girl to pick what she thought was best.
Stacy took her basketful of purchases to the counter. Mary glanced toward the dressing rooms and asked, “Don’t I need to try them on?”
Stacy grinned at the note of hope in the girl’s voice, and Mary flushed at the sight of it. She knew she’d sounded eager, and she was. The memory of Stacy stripping her in the dressing room, and touching her body, was still fresh in her mind.
“Part of the fun,” Stacy explained, “is bringing back the ones that don’t fit, and getting more! Unless you’d really like to go into the dressing room with me,” she lowered her voice and added, “that would be super kinky, wouldn’t it?”
“No!” Mary said, “No. It’s ok. I’ll do it later.”
Stacy smiled back, then took her turn at the counter, paid for the purchases, and led Mary out of the last store. Though she was still dressed in her frumpy little blouse and too-loose jeans, Mary noticed that as she walked through the mall, she was already receiving a different reaction. Normally, no one gave her a second glance. Now, though, men and women were following her with their eyes. It was an entirely new feeling, and not a bad one.
They returned to Stacy’s car, where she tossed the bags into the back seat, then slid behind the wheel. Mary buckled in. Stacy drove, and then casually laid her hand on Mary’s leg.
“Now, we get to try them on,” Stacy announced. “My friend Tara is working a late shift tonight, so we’re going to use her place to check out all your new stuff. It’ll be like our own little fashion show!”
She felt a tremor run up Mary’s leg and squeezed it softly. Mary felt aroused but scared by the idea. She was going to be alone with Stacy in a private place for the first time. There was no one else waiting outside. No Trevor, no shoppers. Just her, and the hot older girl, changing clothes, being naked together. Her pussy felt warm at the idea, but she felt her hands go clammy. What if Stacy wanted to touch her again? What if Stacy wanted Mary to touch her? Outwardly, she only nodded.
Stacy drove them across town to the apartment, where she let them in with a loaned key. Tara’s little apartment was clean and cute, comprising two bedrooms and a den. Little vases of flowers decorated the side tables and kitchenette counter, but what stood out to Mary was the wall art. There were three framed images, black and white prints, of an… erotic nature.
The first showed two tall women dressed in lingerie, their bodies intertwined on a heart-shaped bed made up with silk sheets. The two women were kissing passionately, hands on each other’s bodies.
The second was a woman, also in skimpy lingerie, shown only from the back. She wore a leather collar with a leash attached to it. The leash was held in the hand of a man shown only from the neck down, seated in front of her in a large armchair. The woman was on her knees between the man’s legs. Though it wasn’t shown blatantly, Mary could tell that the woman had the man’s penis in her mouth.
The third image showed three women arrayed in a triangle, each of them had their face buried between the legs of the next, like a little train of pussy lickers. Mary was taken aback. The images were suggestive, without being pornographic, and she wondered what it would be like to be one of those girls, tall and sexy, with big breasts and a sculpted butt, being desired and wanted.