"Why do I have to wear such a short skirt?" Karyn complained, indicating the two-tiered pastel green garment that was now wrapped around her hips, and would have matched the pink skirt Tiffany was wearing had it not just swapped to Jon.
"Because all the boys in this school should know how amazing your legs are." Tiffany replied, matter-of-factly.
"Then why do you get to wear pants?" Karyn complained.
"Because these skinny jeans really show off my butt." Tiffany struck a pose, and Karyn had to relent.
"And this tank top?" Karyn indicated the ruffled white thing she was wearing with the deep neckline that covered her belly button, but only just.
"Come on, Karyn, you know why that tank top," Tiffany gestured towards her own bust.
"But you're just wearing a baggy tee shirt!"
"The boys in this school already know what I'm about," Tiffany circled around Karyn to straighten the girl's shoulder straps. "Today is about you."
The bell rang.
"We're going to be late for class," Karyn complained.
"We can skip one class," a spark shone in Tiffany's eyes. "I'm not done making you look cute."
Jon's face was getting redder and redder. Sure, he had the anatomy of a girl, but he still had the brain of a boy, and his best friends, i.e., half the cheerleading squad, had all shoved him into one of the women's fitting rooms and then piled in after him. The room was big enough for four people, but it still meant a lot of body-to-body contact and Jon was increasingly grateful that he no longer had a turkey thermometer that would pop up when things got too hot.
But, nonetheless, things were getting very hot, as the girls moved around him in a cyclone of outfits, pulling one on, taking one off, shoving things into Jon's arms and then physically putting them on his body when he just stared at what he was holding like a deer in the headlights as he processed sensations that he'd never felt before all while his friends were totally oblivious.
At one point, Jon found himself the center of attention, barefoot, in just bra and panties, a the girls all paused for just a moment to appraise him. They gave one another a glance that Jon didn't quite understand, and suddenly Lucy was pulling a skirt up Jon's legs, as Melissa was buttoning a blouse over Jon's chest, and Melony's dark, lithe fingers were twisting his long blonde hair into a braid, and Jon didn't even know where to look. The stimulus was overwhelming. He was getting closer and closer to the edge, but he desperately did not want to go over Niagara in a barrel in the middle of this cluster of friends, in the middle of an H&M fitting room.
And just when Jon felt like he couldn't hold back any longer, with a pop it was gone.
His engine was still revving, sure, but all of a sudden the intimate physical contact was just... regular physical contact. The cheerleaders' bodies surrounding him were just... regular bodies surrounding him. He took a slow breath and allowed his friends to continue dressing him as, just before the waterfall, his barrel passed a hanging tree branch that he was able to grasp onto and pull himself slowly to shore.
Tiffany's lips met Karyn's. Forget about the boys in this school, Tiffany had been waiting for years to convince Karyn to let her see how amazing her legs are. She was a little surprised at herself that she'd managed to hold out until Karyn was fully dressed again before making her move, but now seeing her in the completed outfit, Tiffany was definitely past the point of no return.
And Tiffany found herself incredibly relieved when Karyn, after a moment's surprise, began to kiss back. Began to wrap her arms around Tiffany's waist. Began to pull the two girls closer to one another. Tiffany could see Niagara Falls getting closer and closer, but she wasn't in some dinky barrel. She was Tiffany Sanders, she had been here before. And she was soaring above the river in a hang glider.
Karyn broke off the kiss for just a moment, a spark shining in her eyes. "I suppose we can just skip the whole day. You're not done making me feel cute."
