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Lemmy is me
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After school, I headed to Lolly's house as usual before her mom left. Her mom is really nice, always has a little snack ready for me to eat. After we were alone, I asked her what she wanted to do.
"Hmm..." She thought, although it sorta looked like she was just doing that for posterity. "Maybe you wanna see some of the new outfits I got last weekend?"
"Sure," I replied. Wouldn't be the first time I had to give opinions on outfits. My sister is always having me give thoughts on new clothes she gets. But when she does it it's boring. Right now, I got nothing better to do.
So we go to her room, and she skips into the closet to change. I plop her a squat on her bed, and drum on my knees till I hear the french-doors crackle as she opens them.
She steps out in a top that's white at her shoulders and fades to a deep violet to her hips, and the lip around her waist is sort of like the petals on a flower. She's also got some new capris, and yellow thong-sandals. She gives me a little twirl. "Watchya think?"
"Cute," i said. "I like how the sandals and your shoulders are kinda bright and it's darker in the middle."
She gave me a giggle, and slipped back into her closet. she emerged in a few more outfits, and I gave my thoughts on each one as best I could. She was easy to please, didn't really ask any questions like my sister did. My sister somehow turned clothes into a math problem.
"You wanna get a sneaky-peeky at my new swimsuit?" She asked.
I smiled, "course," I said.
She dashed back into the closet, and rustling noises could be heard within.
I started to get a little shifty... Now, I wasn't patting on my knees to bide time,but to sort of distract my thoughts. When I heard the french-doors crackle, I sorta flinched.
She stepped out with her hands behind her back, shoulders up and sliding one foot in front of the other; a cute, bashful, but presenting pose. The on-piece swimsuit was a pastel-white, and I recognized the pattern on it as being from My Little Pony. The shoulder-straps and a little down to her chest were violet, as well as a little skirt that ringed around her waist, and below between her legs.
"Do you like it?" She asked.
I tried to hide my swallow. "Yeah, it looks really cute on you," I said.
"I got new undies, too..." She said, softly. "Maybe... You wanna see those, too?"
There was only a few seconds of silence. "S-Sure.... I-If you wanna," I agreed.
"Uh-huh!" She spun around, and started to head back in. But she paused.
My eye held at watching the swimsuit-wrinkles at her rump. Then, when I realized she had paused, I looked up to her eyes; then averted my gaze, a bit sheepishly.
"Hey," she said, fidgeting with the door, swinging it to and fro. "If I'm gonna be in my undies, you gotsa be in your undies, too."
I blinked, and reached up to scratch the back of my neck. "F-Fair," I replied.
The doors closed behind her.
I slipped off the bed and shucked off my clothes, stripping down to my boxer-briefs. It wasn't cold, but I certainly felt the air on my bare fur. I sat back on the bed. And waited.
I tried not to think about her in that little swimsuit. Tried not to imagine an alternate version where there was no purple; white tends to get see-through when it gets wet, no doubt why those parts of the swimsuit were a different color. I did everything I could to keep a stiffy from popping up. All the techniques. Deep breathing, flexing different parts of my body, sorting a list of numbers using for, while, and recursion.
It donned on me: She'd been in there for a little while. Longer than the other changes. I know it takes girls forever to change, but how long did it take to slip out of a swimsuit and into a pair of panties? I know it's hard to take off a one-piece when it's wet, but...
"Okay... Are you ready?" She asked.
"Uh--Uh-huh," I answered.
The doors parted, and swung to either side. She stood between them, even as one drifted back toward her. But, she was obscured; she held her tail over her, peeking out from over the curl. I noticed that there were odd bracelets around her wrists; they were frilly, and black.
I tilted my head. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"N-N-Nothin'," she said. "J-Just, m-mkain' sure you was in your undies, too," she said. Then, she took a deep breath, and let her tail go.
As the fluff swept along the ground, my heart skipped a beat. I sat upright, eyes wide.
She raised her arms up, a blush roaring on her cheeks.
I hadn't ever seen... Whatever kinda undies she was wearing, before! The cups of the bra were frilly, and frilly lines trailed from them down towards her nethers. And I could see her, through the shear fabric--just like how I was imagining the swimsuit.
She swayed her hips, and my eyes followed that delicate flower, teased behind lace.
She turned about so I could see her from behind, lifting her tail and bouncing on her heels to make it bob and sway with her rump. She peeked back at me every few seconds.
I had lost all ability to quell my erection. My stiffy was up and proud, pitching a massive tent in my undies, signalling how much I was enjoying her little fashion show.