"Oh my God Jamie, that's the one!" Trish said gleefully.
"Uh I don't know about this one." James said in wide-eyed wonderment as he stared at his reflection. The petit, beautiful brunette high school girl that stared back was wearing a pink under-wire pushup bra that forced her ample breasts into a display of cleavage that would have driven the average teenage boy out of his mind with sexual desire. "Don't you think it's a bit much?" James said admiring his own features, partially wishing that he could 'be' with this hot girl in front of him and partially delighted that if he had to be a girl for a week, at least he was a really hot one.
"Not at all!" Trish said. "What do you think Becky?"
"Yes a bit much." Becky said slightly irritated. She was starting to feel ignored, and she was confused to why Trish was taking such an active role in dressing up her Uncle, and what was worse, she kept picking out things for 'him' to wear that her Mother never would have let her leave the house in. And every time she tried to steer them to a more conservative look, Trish would start all over again about how heroic Dwayne was and then she would either tempt or coherse 'Jamie' into trying something on and then buying it. If she didn't know better, she would think Trish was up to something.
"Not really." Trish added. "I mean look at how beautiful you are in that! Don't you think you look great?"
"I look amazing but "James said salivating over his own reflection.
"Great, I'll take the tags and go put this on Daddy's credit card too and you get dressed and then we will take you home and get you ready." Trish said walking off to the cashier.
"Trish is really a take charge kind of girl." James whispered to Becky as he pulled the top that he had worn in on. He couldn't help but notice the difference the new bra made. "Wow, these bra's really put a 'girl' on display don't they?" James said looking down the front of his top at the valley of cleavage."
'They sure do and you have a lot to display." Becky said standing up and picking up the various bags of clothes they had previously bought. "And listen, you don't have to go out with Dwayne, I can't get you out of it."
"I know." James said. "But it's alright. You and Trish say he's a nice guy and he did 'save me' AND it's not like I am going to let anything happen, so I'll just go out with him. We'll probably go to dinner, see a movie, the usual borrowing stuff, of course I won't have to pay," James laughed, "and then I will be home and it will all be over. No big deal."
"Yeah, I guess you are right." Becky said, but couldn't help but look down at the 'Jamie's' cleavage valley and worry a little.
Trish had been standing in line behind a woman with a large purchase and as she waited she had been able to over hear most of James and Becky's conversation.
"No big deal? Right!" Trish thought to herself remembering James screaming out Dwayne's name in the shower just a few hours earlier. She was having so much fun playing with James, putting him into different situations and seeing how he reacted to them. Watching the times when his male mind and his girl's body had been in conflict. She looked at the larger bra's as she waited for the lady in front of her to be done, but knew she could never give 'Jamie' even bigger boobs without getting caught, when something caught her eye and she smiled.
Just then the lady in front of Trish finished her purchase and left. Trish set the tags to the Bra and matching underwear set down in front of the cashier.
"Will that be all for you?" The cute sales clerk asked.
"Oh, and a couple pairs of these." Trish said setting a couple pairs of crotch-less panties that were in Jamie's size.
