Fashion Show (2)
I'm not kidding— we spent nearly three hours there, with me just standing like a doll as they kept putting clothes on me and taking them off. In the end, after crop knits and skirts, we bought five tops and five bottoms each, but the scary part was that we still hadn't eaten lunch. I felt like I was going to collapse from exhaustion rather than hunger, but Noona didn't look tired at all.
"Noona, aren't you tired?"
"Not at all! This is so much fun I'm going crazy."
Watching Noona shake the shopping bags in both hands and grin made me feel a little better. That aside, she was carrying way more bags than me, but she didn't seem strained at all. Where did she get that stamina?
"A-anyway, we've bought everything now, right?"
"Huh? No, not yet. We still need some outers, and then underwear."
"What?"
Okay, fine, outers made sense since it's winter... but underwear? She was definitely doing this just to see for herself.
"I have plenty of underwear! We don't need to buy any!"
I wasn't even sure if I really did. After all, the days I'd worn it were fewer than the days I hadn't. But right now, I had to shake my head no matter what.
"Plus, we've already bought a ton of clothes! You must be out of money by now, Noona—it's fine!"
"Don't worry. Mom and Dad gave me plenty of allowance to buy lots of clothes for you."
Mom... Dad... When I asked for money to buy shoes, you said one pair was enough and didn't give me any... Why?
I felt so betrayed by my parents that tears were welling up, but Noona had no idea. If she did, she wouldn't be dragging me by the hand straight into the lingerie store right in front of us.
"Okay, underwear first? Since our Yoonie said she hates see-through inners!"
"Wait, I'll buy underwear online myself!"
Sure, I was wearing women's underwear now, but it wasn't anything flashy like the stuff in that store. With all the frills and ribbons, anyone could tell what those were meant for.
"You have to try underwear on to get the perfect fit. Plus, our Yoonie's still growing, so if the size changes, it'll be super uncomfortable, right?"
"Ugh..."
She hit the nail on the head, leaving me speechless. Before I knew it, Noona had pulled me into the store full of lacy, frilly underwear.
"Welcome."
"Hi! This is my little sister—can I go into the fitting room with her to measure her size?"
"Of course. When trying on, please wear it over your clothes or use the cover in the fitting room."
The second we stepped in, Noona's eyes started sparkling at the clerk's instructions. Was now my only chance to escape? But I was already inside the fitting room with her.
-Click
"Alright, let's measure your size first. Take off the padding jacket and raise your arms."
"Eek...!"
The sound of the door locking and Noona's lecherous line as soon as we entered the fitting room sounded downright ominous.
"If you don't stay still, Noona's gonna strip you herself?"
"Wait, we measured at home last time!"
"That was just with my hands. Hold still so I can do it right... Oh my, our Yoonie is so pretty."
With no choice, I raised my arms as she said, and she started measuring while spouting total pervert lines.
"Hic!"
The ticklish pull of the measuring tape made my hairs stand on end. Only after feeling it for what seemed like forever did the measurement end.
"Wow. 75E... Bigger than before."
"Haa... Can I put my clothes back on now?"
I said, breathing shallowly, but in the mirror, Noona shook her head with a bright smile. What else did she want?
"Not yet. We don't know if they have your size, so try some on first. Wait here! Yoonie said she hates see-through black, so..."
-Click
Noona hummed a tune as she left the fitting room, leaving me alone to stare at my reflection. Seeing myself in just underwear with teary eyes felt kinda sinful, but realizing that was me made me want to cry for real.
"Haa..."
What a tragic life... Getting groped by my little sister from my old life, and my first women's bra size being my size. I wallowed in self-pity for a few minutes.
-Knock knock
"Yoonie, coming in?"
The knock came, and Noona entered with her arms full of underwear. Lacy white, pink... Wait, Noona. Pink or black, they both show through. Isn't pink even more embarrassing? And I specifically said I hated see-through black when we left—why bring black ones too?
"Uh, Noona? The designs are too much...! And why black and pink!"
"What are you talking about? You have to wear stuff like this to look good... I mean, for the perfect fit."
She clamped her hand over my mouth to stop me and spilled her true intentions. What fit? Color has nothing to do with fit. She just wanted to see!
"Like I said, a little see-through looks good... I mean, pretty on you? And pink suits our Yoonie perfectly, so I picked it special!"
I wanted to tell her that was bullshit, but with my mouth covered, I couldn't speak. Realizing she'd let her true colors slip, Noona cleared her throat and removed her hand awkwardly.
"Ahem... So, wanna try them on? Alone, or should Noona help?"
"I-I'll do it myself! I can manage!"
If she helped, we'd probably get kicked out of the store. Before that disaster, I had to shove her out.
"Out! I'm changing now!"
"Okay, okay. But show Noona each one after you put it on? If not, I'll bust the door down."
"Fine!"
I answered grudgingly and finally pushed her out, her back to the door.
"Haa... Do I really have to wear this stuff?"
Holding them made me even more embarrassed, and I sighed. Pink with fancy frills and white lace trim, white that looked slightly sheer inside, and black that seemed smaller than what I had on... Anyone could see these weren't everyday underwear—they were so-called "victory" lingerie.
I really didn't want to, but if I stalled, Noona would barge in, so I closed my eyes and changed with trembling hands. As expected for that kind, it pushed my already huge chest together even more.
"Yoonie! Done?"
"Y-yeah...!"
I squinted, grabbed the handle, and cracked the door open.
Yoonie kept pushing my back, so I had no choice but to wait outside the fitting room. But thinking about her inside kept me from getting bored at all.
She was probably staring in the mirror, all embarrassed right now? The bra she'd worn today was a big upgrade from before. Back then, she always hid with plain sports bras—such a waste.
"Heh heh..."
I chuckled creepily to myself while waiting, but Yoonie showed no sign of coming out. Was she clueless how to put on the new designs? Some hooked in front, I remembered...
"Yoonie! Done?"
Worried, I knocked and called. A small, trembling voice came from inside.
"Y-yeah...!"
As the door creaked open cautiously, my heart started pounding.
"Uh, Noona... Doesn't this feel kinda weird...?"
Finally seeing her through the open door, I could barely hold back. The pink lingerie suited her snowy skin perfectly, and her shy attempts to cover up were too cute, too lovable.
Plus, unlike her usual plain ones, this properly gathered everything, making her chest look ready to burst and teasing just right... Way better than I'd imagined.
"You... look amazing..."
"Noona?"
"It's fine! Great, so hurry and try the next ones...!"
It was crazy, but I barely resisted snapping a photo and quickly shoved Yoonie back inside. No one else could see and get ideas. Sure, it was a lingerie store with only female staff, but with our Yoonie, even a woman might fall for her.
One takeaway from Yoonie's underwear fashion show:
"I wanna take pics so bad... Not like, gross pics..."
"You're insane!"
This was national treasure level... National treasure skin, national treasure boobs. Who wouldn't fall for this sight?
Couldn't take photos, but if I bought them and saw at home, that was enough. Maybe try that slip lingerie next door...? Putting her in that and sleeping beside me would make me so happy I'd die.