I blushed and started to flip threw the racks. It was a small shop and it was pretty dead. All in all a great date spot we could easily converse while we each filled our roles.
"I'm surprised you chose this place honestly. It doesn't really seem like your taste."
"Well, we aren't shopping for me. I still remember how great you looked the first time I saw you. So I kind of thought something with some of that.." I trailed off I realized to late I had said to much. I shook my head and refocused myself, "I just mean if you want this woman to like you, you want to be true to your style right?"
I had to hope my redirect was enough. She smiled coyly and nodded, "You do have a point bestie."
We made chit chat and I pulled to gather a stack of vintage t's for her to try on. I had no idea who most of the bands were but they all had either unique graphics or styles that I thought she would like. I walked over to a dressing room and hung up the selection of shirts. I summoned Gisele over to me and before she even had the curtain closed all the way I was tugging her tank top off. I was not prepared. Her giant breasts swayed freely as I released them from there confinement under the top. She was not wearing a bra at all and the skin of her breasts were as tan as the rest of her body her areolas were barely darker than the flesh that surrounded them they were surprisingly small for breasts of her size and the nipples were already standing up from the rest of the breasts. She was definitely more than a little excited.
"My, must be colder in here than I realized," I bit my lip, ugh this girl I was never going to make it thru this day at this rate.
"I guess," she blushed and raised her arms. We worked in relative silence after than pausing for a brief moment to comment on each one and snap a photo. I told her it was so we could compare, but honestly I never wanted to forget this day. Finally we got to the last shirt I had picked out and I had saved it for last on purpose. It was a Nirvana t-shirt with a deep ripped V neck line the bottom of the v was even with her nipples it was black and her tanned cleavage was hypnotic. It must of effected me even more than I thought because eventually she cleared her throat and I was drawn up to her face.
"What do you think, too much?"
I snapped a photo quickly and then swallowed hard, "Not at all I think that's the one. If you ask someone out wearing that I don't think they're is a person alive who could say no."
She beamed brightly and pulled it back off, "sounds good. Did you find anything to go with it or just the shirt?"
"Well that would be one way to make sure she said yes," I teased and she blushed. I couldn't believe how self conscious she could be sometimes. It was in stark contrast to her normal demeanor.
"Well that would make confessing a lot harder. Pretty sure I'd get arrested before I got to her in nothing but this skimpy top and my lime green thong," she said slapping me playfully.
"Than how about this?" I asked pulling a black mini skirt with a silver chained belt on it, "It's the only thing I picked I think it will be perfect and after lunch we can find accessories and shoes. First thou try it on."
She stared at me, "I can't. Dolls only look pretty while their owners change their clothes, but I am dying to see how I look in that cute little thing."
I blushed and got down on my knees unbutton her shorts and began to tug on them. The tight fabric popped over her bubble butt and I gasped. I could hear her lightly chuckle above me and I momentarily forgot what I was doing. She handed me the skirt, "I believe you'll need this,"
"T thanks," I stuttered before getting to work putting the skirt on. As I stood up I smacked my head into the bottom of her breasts that were still hanging free. I gulped as the giant mounds filled my vision. It was weird I had never been attracted to physical appearances before, but Gisele was so entrancing to me I couldn't explain it.
"Well did you want to get a picture of the skirt as well?" She asked while I was busy admiring her breasts.
Subconsciously I began shooting shots from different angles, getting her breasts in frame whenever I could. After a few shots I pointed out we should see how she looked sitting and bending over to make sure it wasn't too trashy. She posed and I took pictures, so she could see for herself, of course.
She looked at the pictures than at my blushing face and she said, "No denying it's pretty trashy, but maybe she'll like that. After all you seem to."
I was trying to be so calm about it but somehow she had figured me out. As I glanced in the full length mirror I understood and I blushed an even deeper shade of crimson. My own nipples were pressing against my crop top. I cleared my throat and looked at Gisele, "huh huh, it really is chilly in here lets get you dressed and get out of here."
In my embarrassment I could think of nothing else to say but she seemed committed to the roll as my doll so in silence I removed her skirt and put her shorts back on than I finally put her tank top back on. I grabbed a small stack of the shirts and the skirt, "I'm buying these to support my bestie in search for true love. I hope at least one of us can find happily ever after."
I couldn't help, but frown at myself, but before she could respond I was already paying. For the clothes I had picked out and headed for the door. Gisele caught up with me and we started looking at restaurant options.