My first reaction was that I had just wasted my time and the fabric but as I walked around the dining room I was starting to get used them and thought that just maybe I could keep them and wear them.
I hadn’t bothered to put my T-shirt on after trying on the dress so I was still topless when I took one of the skirts off and put the other one on. I was just fastening the waist when Leo walked in.
We both stopped dead and stared at each other for a couple of seconds before my hands went and covered my tits, my nipples and clit rapidly got hard and started tingling, and I said,
“Shit Leo, when did you get home, you’ve got to stop creeping up on me like that.”
“Sorry Cassie but it was all quiet, the door wasn’t shut and I didn’t think that anyone was here.”
My hands adequately covered my tiny tits so I decided to get his opinion on my new skirt.
“So what do you think Leo?” I asked.
“Amazing, Tom was right, you are beautiful under those old clothes.”
I blushed a little and replied.
“No, the skirt silly.”
“Walk around a little.” Leo said.
I did, still holding my tits.
“Sit down.”
I did, and as usual I didn’t cross my legs.
“Wow Cassie, it’s opened up and I can see your bald pussy. Is it supposed to be like that?”
“No, I didn’t have enough fabric to follow the pattern exactly, is it that bad?”
“No, it’s that good, you’ll be very popular with the guys when you wear that.”
“Thanks Leo.”
“I’ll go and leave you to it Cassie.”
I just sat there even after Leo had shut the door behind him. My tingling nipples felt like pebbles pressing into the palms of my hands and my tingling pussy was feeling decidedly wet.
“Had I made a big mistake with making 2 skirts out of the fabric that I’d had left? If I’d made just one I could have made it to the pattern and it wouldn’t have been so short nor given Leo a good look at my bald pussy.” I thought.
I pondered my dilemma for a few seconds then thought,
“Sod it, it looks good on me when I’m standing up and it feels so much better than my heavyweight skirts. I’ll just have to be careful when I’m moving around or sitting down, I can hold my bag on my lap.”
I decided to leave the skirt on and put on the T-shirt as well. Both came down to about the same place on my thighs so I pulled the hem of the T-shirt up to my waist and tied a knot in it so that it didn’t cover the skirt. Then I set about tidying up a bit before going to the kitchen to make some food.
As I did so I mentally reviewed my finances and decided that I could afford to go and buy some more fabric and patterns, but this time for tops. I still wasn’t happy with my cut- down, old, heavy weight ones.
When Tom got home he looked at me and said,
“Like the skirt Cassie, you’re really having a change of wardrobe aren’t you?”
“Yes, summer is coming and I’ve had enough of wearing old-fashioned, heavy clothes.”
“Well you look great Cass.”
“Thanks Tom.”
Elise walked in seconds later and her first words were.
“Wow Cassie, you are getting daring.”
“Thanks,” I replied, “I tried to be clever and make 2 skirts out if the fabric that I had left and maybe I should have just made one. It’s not too short is it?”
“Hey girl, there’s no such thing as a too short skirt as far as the guys are concerned, it’s what you are comfortable with and I can see when you move around that the guys will be watching you all the time. I bet that you are happy that you started shaving down there.”
“I am, I feel much fresher and natural.”
“Yeah, less chance of catching thrush and other unpleasant things as well.”
That evening we played cards and some board games and I was sure that Tom and Leo were watching my crotch a lot of the time because Elise and I beat them hands down.
Two days later I got home with a bag full of different fabrics and patterns for tops. One piece of fabric was very stretchy because I’d decided to make myself a tight-fitting tank top. The other fabrics were thin cotton like men’s shirts and I was going to make some sleeveless blouses, ones without collars because I didn’t feel confident enough to attempt collars yet.
I made the blouses baggy at the front and with largish arm holes. The weather was getting warmer and I wanted to exploit my new found freedom and feel the air on as much of my skin as possible..
One weekday when it was sunny, Elise and I were at home on our own and Elise decided to do some sunbathing. She put on her miniscule bikini and went and lay out at the back. After a while I took a drink out to her and after she’d thanked me she started trying to persuade me to sunbathe. After a couple of useless excuses I told her that I didn’t have a swimsuit. Elise laughed and said,
“We can soon put that right, come on.”
With that she got to her feet, and not bothering to put her bikini top back on she took my hand and pulled me into the house and to the dining room. My dressmaking things were tidy in one corner and Elise said,
“Let’s see what fabric leftovers you have got Cassie.”
I got them out and she ***********ed some yellow, thin cotton that I’d made a blouse out of.
“Set up the sowing machine whilst I go up to my room and get something.”
Two minutes later we were making a bikini bottoms for me. The triangle for the front started out quite modest but by the time it was ready to be sewed it looked smaller than the teeny one that Elise was wearing. What’s more the sides didn’t narrow gradually, they started looking okay then suddenly narrowed to just a 2 centimetre strip.
“I can’t wear that, it probably wont even cover my slit, just where my hair used to be.”
“That’s the idea Cassie, it’s not like you are going to be wearing it anywhere where someone will see you, just the back garden. Come on, get this cord attached to the bottom of the triangle then put it on, see what it’s like.”
I did and it didn’t cover much more than my clit, and that was in severe danger of sliding out of one side. I looked in the mirror, first at my crotch, then at Elise’s, then back to mine. There must have been twice as much fabric in Elise’s than in mine. What’s more, there was a very distinct bulge where my clit was.
“Perfect Cassie,” Elise said, “you look amazing.”
“But it hardly covers anything.” I protested.
“That’s the whole point Cassie, no one can accuse you of being naked.”
“I sure as hell feel like I am, and who’s going to see me in this, other than you?”
“Exactly, stop thinking about it and let’s make one the same for me.”
Twenty minutes we were both walking outside in VERY tiny bikini bottoms and nothing else. What’s more Elise had managed to talk me into making hers even smaller, the fabric ended at the start of her slit and the chord had disappeared between her lips, and mine felt like it was about to do the same. At least my clit was keeping the fabric from disappearing at the front of my slit.
Anyway, it was only us girls and the sun felt great on my exposed skin, even the parts that had never seen the sun before and as I thought about my exposure I started to get horny, especially when Elise was talking about the many boyfriends that she’d had.
“We’ve got to get you a man Cassie,” Elise said, “you do want to loose you’re virginity don’t you?”