“I have your outfit,” she said to me, trying to stifle a giggle, “Go on then, undress.”

I looked from her to Brad and then back to her. I knew that they had a bit of lenience when it came to nudity around the house and I’d seen Brad in his boxers a few times but he’d never seen me anything less than fully clothed.

So gripping my towel and preparing to disrobe I couldn’t help but hesitate before letting it drop. I couldn’t help but look at both of them, peer at the sight of him under the sheets and wonder if he really was asleep.

And my mind, my damn mind couldn’t help but conjure up a fantasy. Of me dropping the towel. Of me blushing and nude in front of Jen. Of Brad groggily waking and seeing me there, seeing me before I was able to cover up. Seeing all of me.

A flush of embarrassment heated my skin, making me turn red.

“Don’t worry,” Jen said with a smile, “He’s a sound sleeper. Now come on, the sooner you get dressed in your new outfit the sooner you can get us coffee and pastries.”

Taking a deep breath and reminding myself that all things are temporary I let the towel fall to the ground.

Jen gave out a wolf whistle and softly clapped, letting me squirm there for a few moments fully exposed before she tossed the first piece of clothing at me. I caught them and unfolded them, a pair of panties that were white and slightly lacy at the edges, a bit on the flimsy side for me but as far as Jen was concerned they were downright respectable.

Which frankly terrified me. As I slipped them on I was perfectly aware that I wasn’t getting out of this looking respectable, which meant that if the panties were conservative the rest of the outfit must have been well over the top.

Next she threw me a loose shift of white cloth. I unstretched it and held it out at arms length to reveal a robe.

It was small and light, made of some sort of material that was very smooth and very soft. It was tiny, covering my arms completely but barely even reaching the bottom of my ass. Wearing this would leave my legs fully on display. And slipping it on I found that the material had a way of highlighting my body, the material hanging off of me in such a way as to leave nothing to the imagination.

I tied the belt tight around my middle and reached my hand out for the next item.

“What?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“What else,” I said, exasperated and hoping to get this all done and over with, “What else do you want me to wear.”

Jen held her empty hands up, the picture of innocence, “I’m all out of clothes.”

Realization set in. This was what she wanted me to wear. This was everything she wanted me to wear.

Panties and a robe.

I can’t believe it.