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Dress Off: Sasha vs Tara (Part 1)

Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: staceyshackleton, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

voice trailed off for a moment, and Sasha shut her eyes tightly but still couldn't help envision someone at the end of the comms channel savouring what they were about to say. “Which brings us of course to the small matter of a penalty, a fee for the next clue as it were.” Sasha screwed her eyes shut even more, and noticed she was holding her breath. “Here's the next clue Sasha Sinclair, and best wishes on evening the ledger. `A far away land filled with romantic power, three floors and few doors to a famous old tower. Before you go there, a chat may be due, and rest assured you’ll find your next clue.’” With that, Sasha opened one eye, looked around her, and quickly checked the essentials. Top, still on, check. Shorts, still on, check. Sasha opened her other eye and noticed she was getting strange looks from those around her, but gradually realised that might have more to do with her standing stock still on the footpath, arms rigidly by her side, her face scrunched up almost waiting for a slap. As she relaxed, the voice idly said, “Oh, and Sasha, start moving dear. Standing still is a penalisable offense, and I'm afraid you just picked up your first penalty for the game. I wouldn't recommend transgressing again.” Sasha experimentally put one foot out in front of her, and then the other, and then picked up the pace as she realised her shoes weren't about to explode on her. So, umm, that was it? Had that been a simple warning shot across her bows, did she get one “get out of ... jail free” card to warm her into the game? The second clue, Sasha told herself, focus on that. “A far away land filled with romantic power, three floors and few doors to a famous old tower. Before you go there, a chat may be due, and rest assured you’ll find your next clue.” As Sasha walked along the streets, mulling over the possibilities, she began to notice a sensation against her stomach. Her white sleeveless shirt was beginning to ride up a little, and wasn't hanging so loose any more. Sasha eyed it suspiciously as she tried to keep up the pace while not colliding with anything or anyone. The shirt still hung there, seemingly giving her ample coverage, but as she looked it, she had to convince herself that the stitching wasn't moving under it's own power. Sasha's pace picked up, and tried to refocus herself on the second clue. No way in hell was she going to go down 2-0 to Tara Tennyson. A few minutes of wandering later, Sasha's train of thought was interrupted again by the feeling of rubbing under her armpits, and a breeze against her skin. She looked down again, and gasped in surprise. The baggy white shirt was now baggy no longer. The bottom of the shirt, which previously had sat comfortable halfway down her beautiful posterior, now rested at her navel, and the shirt was now noticeably tightening around her sides, arms, breasts and back. In fact, her gasp of surprise had caused her to breathe in sharply again, and with that the shirt contracted even more and suddenly ...