I walked back into the room, having just called Alan, to find Erin getting Michelle ready. I stood in the door, chuckling, as Michelle stared in disbelief at the mirror. “This is a dream; it’s got to be.”

I watched her fuss with her bra and panties; smiling at the memory of Michelle resisting them. It got to the point where Erin had to wish them on.

“It’s not a dream.” Applying some makeup, Erin giggled and said, “Did you feel that, sis?”

As Erin went to work on her hair, Michelle said, “It’s real!?” Struggling with her bra again, she said, “Why are you doing this to me!?”

Looking at her, I said, “Because you walked in on us while we were getting dressed.”

A smirk on her face, Erin added, “Now you can see a hot girl in her panties whenever you like.”

“But I don’t want to see a hot girl in her panties.” Whining, Michelle said, “I’m sorry.”

Once she was finished with the makeup, Erin walked to the closest with a grin on her face; which made Michelle feel uneasy.
She had every reason to; as Erin held up a pink dress.

“That’s a bit much. Besides, Alan doesn’t know this is a date.”

Erin smiled when I said that. She’d given me a crash course in fashion; and I soon realized this was as much a test for me as it was torture for Mike.

“I agree.” Holding up a skirt and top, Erin said, “How about this?”

The doorbell rang at that moment; causing Michelle to look sick. Spotting the outfit, I said, “It goes with her eyes.”

With Alan here, we didn’t have much time. Michelle squirmed as we got her into the skirt, before given her a pair of sensible shoes. We helped her down the stairs; until she tripped and fell into Alan’s arms.