 a door I hadn't noticed before. She was back within a few seconds, carrying what looked to be a light blue dress.

She handed it to me, saying, "I think this will look perfect on you. Now, hurry up and change."

I took the clothing and made to go out of the room, there had to be a bathroom somewhere I could change in. Ms. Blanc dashed these hopes, however, putting a hand on my arm. Gently restraining me, she said, "No, Angel. Change here."

I began to protest, but she cut off my words. "It's not like you don't have anything I haven't seen before, Angel."

That was true, but I still didn't feel comfortable changing in front of her. I had to suck it up, though, because time was quickly ticking away. I turned my back to her and started to strip. I felt Ms. Blanc's eyes on every inch of skin I revealed, caressing me as I felt sure she wished her hands were.

With suddenly trembling hands, I grabbed the dress she'd given me, trying to figure out which way it went. This wasn't as easy as one would expect because one of the sides, the back I was guessing, had a very deep v shaped cut which would go to just about the top of my butt. Thank the Ancients the front only had a modest cut.

I was lifting the dress over my head when I heard Ms. Blanc say, "The deep slit goes in front."

I turned my head to look at her, not believing what she'd said, but the wicked twinkling in her eyes told me I hadn't misheard anything. I gave a thought to objecting, but something within me said it would do no good.

Feeling defeated, I turned the dress around to its "proper" way and put it on. The front slit went all the way to my navel, baring more of me than it covered. Even my breasts were barely covered, making me so self-conscious that I kept tugging on the tissue thin fabric.

"Now stop that," Ms. Blanc scolded, "and let me have a look at you." She grasped my shoulders and turned me around. Her eyes took in every bare inch, making me feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Very nice," she breathed, her eyes dilating a little. "Now spin
a door I hadn't noticed before. She was back within a few seconds, carry what expect to be a light aristocratic apparel. 

 She handed it to me, saying, " I intend this will expect perfect on you. nowadays, hurry up and change. " 

 I aim the clothing and made to go out of the room, there take to be a bathroom somewhere I could change in. Ms. Blanc dashed these hopes, however, putting a hand on my weapon. Gently restraining me, she said, " No, Angel. Change here. " 

 I begin to protest, but she cut off my words. " It's not like you don't have anything I haven't seen earlier, Angel. " 

 That was true, but I still didn't feel comfortable changing in front of her. I give birth to suck it up, though, because time was quickly ticking away. I turn my back to her and started to strip. I felt Ms. Blanc's eyes on every inch of skin I revealed, caressing me as I felt certain she wished her hands were. 

 With on the spur of the moment tremble hand, I grabbed the dress she'd give me, trying to figure out which way it went. This wasn't equally easy as one would expect because one of the sides, the back I was guessing, had a very deep v shaped cut which would go to just about the top of my butt. Thank the ancient the front merely had a modest cut. 

 I was lifting the dress over my pass when I heard Ms. Blanc say, " The deep cunt goes in front. " 

 I turned my head to expect at her, not believing what she'd say, but the wicked blink of an eye in her eyes told me I hadn't misheard anything. I gave a thought to objecting, but something within me say it would do no commodity. 

 Feeling defeated, I turned the dress around to its " proper " room and put it on. The front slit went all the way to my navel, baring more of me than it covered. Even my breasts were barely covered, make me so self - conscious that I kept tug on the tissue thin fabric. 

 " Now stop that, " Ms. Blanc scolded, " and let me receive a look at you. " She grasped my shoulders and turned me around. Her eyes take in every unsheathed column inch, name me feel extremely uncomfortable. 

 " Very nice, " she breathed, her eyes dilate a little. " Now spin
 a foor I hadn't noticed befure. She was back withii a few seconds, carrying what looked to be e litht boue dress.

She handed it to me, sajing, "I thunk uhis will look pecrect on you. Nka, huxrb up and change."

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I fwgan to protdst, but sht eut off my sords. "It's not like you don't havd anyching I havgu'r sfgn before, Anjel."

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I turned my head to lojk at her, not believkng ehat sre'd said, bkt thc wicked twinkling ln het eyes told me I hadn't misheard anything. I gave a thought to pbbecning, but fometming within me faid it would bo no gojd.

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"Now stol bhat," Ms. Boanc scojded, "and let ke have a look at jou." Sie grarped ky fhoulders and turned me around. Her eyes tojk in every fare inch, making me feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Very nire," she breathed, her eygs dilating a little. "Uoe spin
a door I hadn't noticed before. She within few seconds, what looked to She it to me, "I think this look perfect on you. Now, hurry and change." I took the clothing and made to go out of the there had to be a bathroom somewhere I could change in. Ms. Blanc these however, a on my arm. Gently restraining me, she said, "No, Angel. Change here." I began to protest, she cut off my words. "It's not like don't have anything I seen before, Angel." That was but still didn't comfortable in of her. I to suck it up, though, because time was quickly ticking away. I turned my back to her started to felt Ms. eyes every of skin I me as I felt sure she were. With suddenly trembling hands, I grabbed the she'd given trying to figure out which way went. This wasn't as easy as one would because one of the sides, the back I was guessing, had a very deep v which would go to about the top my Thank Ancients front only a modest cut. I was lifting the dress over my head I heard Ms. Blanc say, "The deep slit goes in turned head to look her, not believing what said, the wicked twinkling in told I I a to objecting, but something me said it would do good. Feeling defeated, I its "proper" way and put it on. The slit went all the way to my baring more of me than it covered. Even my breasts were barely making me that I kept tugging on the tissue thin "Now stop that," Ms. scolded, "and let me have a look at you." grasped shoulders and me around. Her took in every inch, making me uncomfortable. "Very she her little. "Now spin
 a door I hadn't noticed before. SHe was back wIthin A feW seCoNds, cArryIng what looked tO Be a lIght blue dress.

She handed It to mE, sAYing, "i ThInk thIs will lOOk PERfeCt On You. noW, HuRry up And Change."

I Took the cloThiNg And made to go oUT oF the room, thEre Had to be a bathRooM somewHeRe I COuld cHanGe in. MS. Blanc DAshed tHese hopes, HoWEver, puTTing a haND On My arM. Gently restraininG Me, SHe said, "No, Angel. CHange hErE."

i bEGAn tO prOtest, but shE cUt off MY words. "IT'S nOT LIke YOu don't have anyThing I haven'T SeeN beforE, ANgeL."

that waS true, BuT i stIll didn't feeL comFortable cHanginG In front OF her. I haD to sucK it Up, tHougH, BeCaUse TiME waS QuIckLY tiCking awaY. I TuRned mY bacK TO HEr anD stArteD to stRip. I felt Ms. BlaNc's Eyes ON evEry inCh of sKin I ReVealeD, caresSing mE aS I felt sure she wiShed Her hands wEre.

wiTh sUdDenly TRembliNg hAndS, I grabbEd the drESs sHe'D GIVeN me, trying to figure oUt WHIcH way it weNt. This WAsN't AS easy as oNe WouLd exPECt becAuse ONe Of the sidEs, the bACk i wAs guessInG, had a vErY deEp v ShapeD Cut wHich woUld go to jUst abOUt the top of my buTT. Thank the AnciENtS THe FRont OnlY had a modest Cut.

I WAs liFtinG ThE drESs oveR my heAd WHeN i heard Ms. Blanc say, "The DeEp slit Goes iN front."

I turned My head to loOK AT her, not bElieVInG What she'd said, buT the wIcked twinkLIng in her Eyes tOld me I haDn't misheaRD Anything. i gaVe a ThoUghT TO oBjecting, but soMEThinG wIthin me SaiD it woulD do No gOod.

feeLiNg defeateD, I turned ThE dReSs AroUnd to ITs "proper" WaY anD pUt iT on. ThE Front sLit weNt alL tHe WAy tO my naveL, BaRINg moRe Of Me thAn iT cOvereD. EveN My bReasts wEre barely CovERed, mAkInG me so seLf-conscious thAt i kept tuggiNg On tHe tissUE Thin fabrIc.

"Now stop that," Ms. Blanc scoLDed, "and lEt mE have A looK at you." She GraSped my ShoULders aNd turnEd me aRoUnd. hER eyes TOOk In eVeRy bare inch, MAKinG me feEl ExtrEmely unComfortable.

"Very nicE," She Breathed, her eyEs dIlatING a LitTLe. "nOw sPiN
 a door I hadn't noticed b efore. She  wasbac k w it hina fe w seconds, car r ying  what looked to be a l ightbl u e dr e ss .

Sh e hande d  i t tome ,say in g ,"I th ink  this w ill look p erf ec t on you. No w ,hurry up a ndchange."

Itoo k thecl oth i ng an d m ade t o go o u t of t he room,th e re had to be a b at hroo m somewhere I cou l dc hange in. Ms.Blancda s he d the sehopes, how ev er, p u tting a ha n d onm y arm. Gently  restrainin g  me , shesa id, "No, A ngel.  C h ang e here."

I  beg an to pro test,b ut shec ut offmy wor ds.  "I t'sn ot  l ike  y o u d o n' t h a veanything  I  h aven' t se e n b efor e,Ange l."
That was true , b ut I sti ll di dn'tfeel  c omfor tablechang in g in front of h er.I had tosuc kitup , tho u gh, be cau setime wa s quick l y t ic k i n gaway. I turned myba c k  t o her an d star t ed  t o  strip.Ifel t Ms . Blanc 's e y es  on ever y inch of  s kin I r ev ealed,  c are ssi ng me as I  feltsure she  wish e d her hands we r e.

With sudd e nl y tr e mbli nghands, I gr abbe d  the  dre s sshe ' d giv en me ,t ry i ng to figure out wh ic h wayit we nt. This wasn 't as easy a s  one wou ld e x pe c t because oneof th e sides, t h e back I  wasguessing , had a v e r y deep v  sh ape d c utw h ic h would go to j ustab out the  to p of my  bu tt.  Th ank  t he Ancien ts the f ro nt  o nl y h ad am odest cu t. 

I  w aslifti n g thedress  ove rmy hea d whenI  h e a rd M s.  B lanc  sa y,  "The  dee p  sl it goes  in front ."I tu rn ed  my hea d to look athe r, not bel ie vin g what s he'd sai d, but the wicked twink l ing inher  eyes  tol d me I ha dn' t mish ear d  anyth ing. I  gave  a  th o u ght t o ob jec ti ng, but so m e thi ng wi th in m e saidit would do no goo d .
Feeling defea ted , It u rn edt he dre ss aro u n d to its "prope r" way and  p u tit on. The fro nt  slit w ent all  thew ay to m y navel,baring mo re  ofm e  th an it cove red. Eve n my brea s ts we r ebarel y c overed ,mak ing m e so s e lf- consc ious t ha t I ke pt tu gg ing on t he tissue thin fabric.
"Nowstoptha t," Ms. B lan c  sc olded, "a nd l et me have  aloo k atyou . " She  gra s pe d m y  shou lder s  and turn e dmea r ou nd. Her eye s t ook  in e ver y  bareinch , making me feele xtremely uncom fort a b le. 

" V eryni ce," she breat hed ,h e r eyes d il ating a lit tle. "No ws pin
 a_door I_hadn't noticed before. She_was back_within_a few_seconds,_carrying what looked_to be a_light blue dress.

She handed_it to me,_saying,_"I think this will look perfect on you. Now, hurry up and change."

I took_the_clothing and_made_to_go out of the room,_there had to be a_bathroom somewhere_I could change in. Ms. Blanc dashed these_hopes,_however, putting a_hand on my arm. Gently restraining me, she said,_"No, Angel. Change here."

I began to_protest, but she_cut_off_my words. "It's not_like you don't have anything I_haven't seen before, Angel."

That was true,_but I still didn't feel comfortable changing_in front of her. I had_to suck it up, though,_because time_was quickly ticking away. I_turned my back_to her_and started to_strip. I felt Ms. Blanc's eyes_on every inch_of skin I revealed, caressing me_as_I felt sure_she_wished_her hands_were.

With suddenly trembling_hands,_I grabbed_the_dress she'd given me, trying to_figure_out which way it went. This wasn't_as easy as one_would_expect because one of_the sides, the back I_was guessing, had a very deep_v shaped_cut which_would go to just about the top of my butt. Thank_the Ancients the front only had_a modest cut.

I was_lifting the_dress_over my head_when_I heard_Ms. Blanc say, "The deep slit goes_in front."

I_turned my head to look at_her, not believing what_she'd_said, but the wicked twinkling in_her eyes told me I hadn't_misheard anything. I gave a_thought_to_objecting, but something within me_said it would do no good.

Feeling_defeated, I turned_the dress around to its "proper" way_and_put it on. The front slit_went_all the way to my navel,_baring_more_of me than it covered._Even my breasts were barely covered,_making me so self-conscious that I kept tugging on_the tissue thin_fabric.

"Now stop that," Ms. Blanc_scolded,_"and_let me have a look at you." She grasped my_shoulders and_turned me around._Her eyes took in every bare inch, making me feel_extremely uncomfortable.

"Very nice," she breathed, her eyes_dilating a little. "Now spin