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Shy Tomboy or Crop Top
Toby was on his way to the arcade at the mall when he spotted his sister Silvia strolling by without her twin or any of the friends she normally hung out with. This struck him as odd and was just about to call out to her, to get her attention, when she did something completely out of character. Looking around as if checking the coast was clear, she suddenly slipped into a nearby clothing store.
Toby was dumbfounded. To his unbelieving eyes, his Tomboy of an older sister, the one that frequently could be heard saying "I wouldn't be caught dead in some frilly dress" just stepped into the Woven Den. The sheer definition of a “frilly” clothing store. Toby knew the place well; the number of times he had to go in there when he was too little to be on his own or worse still when he was left with his sisters as their mother was occupied in another part of the store. Those were the worst times. Angel and the others would make him try on dresses with them. He blushed at the memory then shook his head to clear his thoughts. “It was one thing for her to go in there with her friends or sisters, but to go in alone,” he thought to himself? Making up his mind, he just had to know what she was up to.
Repeating his sister’s actions, he covertly looked about before slipping inside. All genders were welcome in the store, but still, he did not want to be noticed going in by anyone he may know so that he could spy on Silvia. The store was a fair size, and it took him a moment to find her, nearly walking into her. Luckly she was occupied picking out frilly undies. He grinned as he ducked behind a rack of clearance items. He would be sure to use all this against her later for all the times she made him dress up. Then he noticed she was wearing her pink choker. She loved her chokers, but he had only seen her wear this one once before. He wondered why she had it on now.
While he was pondering this, Silvia moved on with several pairs of lacey undies in her hands. Then she stopped at a rack of tops, some sleeveless and some with straps. She was there a long time picking out different tops and comparing them or mixing and matching them with different skirts. Then next came the dresses. Toby was starting to get bored and wondered how much longer she was going to be at it. Finally, after what felt like hours, she started heading back to where the dressing rooms were. Toby rolled his eyes at how many things she was carrying. “Why do girls always have to try on so many clothes,” he sighed to himself, but this was no time to become complacent. This was the moment to confront her. To let her know he seen her little secret.
He let her get ahead so she could get inside the curtained off room. He knew that she would have to leave most of the clothes outside the room due to rules to prevent shoplifting and that sometimes attendants would assist by handing the customers clothes. Luckly there was not one there at the moment, so Toby waited for her to get behind the curtain. Then watching, he could see her feet as she moved around dressing and undressing, and judging from the pile on the floor, she must be completely naked at this point and admiring herself in the mirror. When he was sure she was just about to put something on to come out for more clothes he spoke up. “Need some help Sil?”
There was a gasp of surprise, and the vixen stuck her head outside the curtain. He could of laugh out aloud; she looked so shocked and embarrassed. “Wh-what are you doing here? G-go away,” she snapped.
“No can-do sis. I have to make sure no one spies on you as you try on all these frilly outfits. I’m sure you wouldn’t want any of your rough and tumble friends to learn how much you like to dress all girly in your free time.”
“So help me Toby, if you breathe a word of this to any one, your dead.”
Toby smiled back. “On my word, I won’t say a thing. That is, as long as you model all these clothes for me. I don’t think I have ever seen you looking so pretty before.” Then her expression softened, and the beginning of a smile played across her face. “Here, try this one on next, it will go perfectly with your choker.” He held it just out of reach, so she had to open the curtain to take the offered pink top. And there she stood, his Tomboy sister completely nude, her knees shaking and her blush deepening as she took the crop top.