a day as someone else

You put on the dress, and found it fit nicely. You twirled around, liking how breezy it felt as you did so. She gazed at you, before turning back to the closet and throwing another dress at you. This time it was a red dress, and low cut. You relunctantly part from the white dress, to put on the red one. This one revealed your breasts, and it was cut short, way above your knees.

"I don't like this one," you say,"The white one is comfier,"

"But, this one makes you so sexy, guys would drool all over you," Jen says, and winking.