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Trap Online Chapter 230: Femboy Clothing
🕑 Added 2024-09-14 03:11:57 +0000 UTCStanding naked with someone who was measuring everything about my body felt weird. It was just so weird as she measured between creases and joints. She was measuring every part of me to the size of my balls. It was odd, and I did not know if I should feel lightly violated, but the woman looked strictly professional as she did it. She took notes before she finished up and stood with a frown of concentration as she moved to her drawing board. "I am all done measuring. You can get dressed, and I am going to get started." Brittney said, her lips pursed as she started to get to work.
Gina then left the room with a reassuring smile on her face, and suddenly, a wall lit up, making me turn to it. "Okay, Richelle," Brittney said, "These are various base outfits that you can scroll through and tell me if you like them or not. Do not worry; I will make everything custom when you finish selecting. I am also coming up with some designs, and these outfits are all available in your size for you to try on and see if you like the base design."
"Oh," I said, surprised at how much they set up, and I started to look through various jeans, shirts, dresses, and clothing options after Brittney handed me a tablet I could choose from. There were a couple of buttons for liking, loving, trying on, and moving on. I went through a bunch of things, and then I noticed themes. I selected that, picked out goth, and found a bunch of interesting clothing options, which I started to go through. I soon started to pick some out and I blushed as I chose others to try on.
Was something wrong with me?
I was picking out some Risqué choices, hoping to see Victoria's reaction to them. I also would not mind others seeing me in them as I thought about it. Was my time as a Succubus in the game starting to color my thoughts more and more? I was wicking out a little tiny top with hot pants to try on and mini skirts with a gothic theme. Just to balance things out, I also started to choose dresses, and after picking almost fifty things, I moved on from the Goth theme.
Then I went into Biker Girl, which had a lot of similarities, and I started picking out what I knew were more Risqué options. I realized that I liked the more revealing options but I wanted to try out some of these options and hoped the ones that I picked out would be here soon.
My thoughts must have been read as I knocked, and Gina came in with an assistant, a clothes rack, and a screen for me to change behind. They smiled. "Okay, here are some of the options that you wanted to try on," Gina said. "Do you mind if I can see what you change into?" Gina asked.
"Sure," I replied, looking over the clothes rack. I pushed it to where the assistant was putting up the changing area for me, and Gina moved to an unassuming corner while Brittney continued to work.
The moment the assistant finished, she walked out without another word. I stepped behind the screen and quickly started to change, feeling a bit excited to change into some of the options that they had available. I quickly put on a black tank top that stopped just after my pecks and showed my stomach with black shorts that stopped at the thigh. I grabbed a jacket to go with it that also stopped at the top of my stomach and was studded. I stepped out, messed up my hair, and looked into the mirror as Gina gasped.
"Wow, that is a little," Gina began, but her voice trailed off, stopping herself.
"Risqué?" I said chuckling as I looked at myself, and I felt like something was missing. "This is missing Stockings of some type or something," I said as I looked at what I could only call a slutty-looking thirty-year-old. I blushed looking at myself, but I loved what I saw for myself.
Was my mind being warped?
Why did I not care that much if it was?
I liked how I looked and how I felt wearing something like this. "Do you like this style, Richelle?" Gina asked, "A Femboy?"
"I like this; I want more of this," I said with a blush on my face.
"Is that so?" Brittney said, looking me up and down, "Also, the issue with that outfit is the lack of shoes. You need something like combat boots. If you were wearing a skirt instead, then I would say stockings that go up at least to your thigh but stop before going under the skirt." Brittney said with a critical eye. "So you like the Femboy Style? This is a more Gothic Femboy, I believe." She said and stared at me. "Do you want more of this style? Slutty Femboy?"
"Some of them, but I would also like just some normal stuff," I replied, my face heating up hard. Thinking about it, my neck started to get a little hot.
"I can't say I have ever had a client go for this style," Brittney said, her voice uncertain for a moment before she started to smile, "But who said I would always get the same thing? This is refreshing!" She exclaimed with a massive smile, "I am so sick of all those normal styles, and this is something so different from classy. I want to look normal or like a conservative or church girl. If I have to do another 'I want to look Mature' look again, I think I might go crazy, but this is so far left field I love it!" Brittney exclaimed. Her eyes lit up, and she grabbed the Tablet I put down and started swiping through it with the screen changing fast. I was surprised as she picked out dozens of things quickly. All of them looked risqué, and she put down the tablet and turned to me. "I have put in an order, and these are things that I want you to try on for some ideas!" Brittney said with a massive grin. "I feel INSPIRED!"
Without another word, she turned and tossed papers to the side and started to get to work. I looked at Gina, who looked surprised. "D—Do you have more outfits back there?" she asked, and I smiled.
I quickly started to change into various clothes with the goth style, and Gina gasped and even said some looked too slutty. I came out in one of the biker ones: a tube top, black leather jacket, and shorts that stopped a little past my thighs, and she told me it looked stupid, which I agreed to after looking at the mirror.
Over an hour went by as Brittney worked in the corner, and I noticed I was really enjoying this. All of these various outfits and choices with such a slutty look were a lot of fun. I even started getting Gina to join me in picking out outfits, mixing, and matching.
I found myself in a cute little black lacy dress that stopped at my knees, with black and white stockings and a blushing face like a maiden. I wanted to take pictures to send to Victoria so that she could see them. I felt a pang of sadness that I was not doing this with Victoria instead of Gina, whom I did not care about. I would have to bring her along next time, and we could even match and coordinate outfits together.
That sounded like a lot of fun.
