The Boutique

You don't have to hide like that, came Monica's soothing voice from behind her. You have a lovely body. Sharon blushed even more; she was beginning to worry that she'd burst a blood vessel in her face soon. If anyone else, like her mother, had said anything like that, she would have howled with embarrassment and run from the room. Coming from Monica, however, it made her feel pleasantly warm inside. Mothers and girlfriends were supposed to say things like that, so their opinions didn't count; when Monica said it, it carried real weight. Making a conscious effort to act naturally, Sharon picked up the panties and unhooked them from the hanger.

The lingerie Monica had picked for her was feather-light, flimsy things with a swirling floral pattern. Only now, when holding it in her hands, did Sharon notice that the areas between the patterns were so thin as to be virtually transparent. There was fine lace along the hem of both the panties and the bra. Holding it delicately, afraid to tear the flimsy material, Sharon pulled the panties on and up her legs. Here, I'll get that for you, said Monica as Sharon slipped on the bra. The brunette's fingers deftly snapped the clasp shut behind Sharon's back.

You look fantastic, Monica stated with conviction as she looked at Sharon in the mirror. I'd say you could snag any bloke you wanted, looking like this.

Sharon made a face. Thanks, but no thanks.

Why, you're not interested in boys?

Sharon shrugged. I guess I am, it's just that they're so silly.

Silly how? Monica inquired.

You know, they're nice enough when they're alone, but when their friends are around, they get all obnoxious. And whenever there's a party or something, they get all drunk and start groping. She vividly recalled the last party she'd been at, where George, a boy in her class she rather liked, had got completely pissed, tried to feel her tits, been noisily sick in a potted plant and passed out on the floor. She shuddered with remembered revulsion.