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Staring at the garment in her hand, Freya scoffed at the thought of having to put it on her skin. Running her fingers through the shiny leather of the bright blue leotard, she cringed and almost threw up inside her mouth. Placing the dress against her skin, she stared at her petulant reflection, screaming at her internally to throw the whole thing away.
Lowering her gaze to the fringes of the dress, her reflection quickly drew a grimace. A sharp, angular cut that separated her upper body from her legs would leave half of her ass hanging, and were it not for the fishnet leggings, her legs would've been just as bare.
'Who in their right mind thought that this was a good idea?' Wearing a frown, she turned her eyes to the bright blue heels on the floor. Padded with cream leather, the heels looked comfortable for the most part, but were perverted by the sultry nature of the outfit. 'Then there's that…'
Exhausted by just looking at the last item, a pair of bunny ear headbands and a clip-on ball-like fluffy tail, Freya grunted and complained.
"I didn't say I would wear this stupid stuff when I agreed to help you!" Suddenly, to her surprise, the curtain to the small changing room opened. Nearly jumping out of her skin, Freya covered her body with the lecherous bunny outfit. "Don't jump in here unannounced!"
"You aren't done yet?" Tilting her head with one side of her cheek puffed with air, Aura blinked a few times. "Why would you call me in when you're not ready? It's your own fault."
Brushing her hands down her tired expression, Freya closed her eyes.
"I swear you'd lose to a hatted boulder if we were comparing intelligence." Letting her hand fall all the way down, Freya shook her head and looked Aura in the eyes. "But look, I can't wear this. It's too much, half my arse will hang out of it, and what's up with the open back with no strings? I can't even tie the front to my chest!"
Squinting ever so lightly, Aura shrugged her shoulders.
"You said you'd only wear it with a mask and that blonde wig, right? Then what's the problem? Nobody will recognize that it's you, even if it's a little revealing."
"That's not the point!"
"Isn't it? You said you'd help us out, and now you're backing off from exactly that, even though we'd been helping your son ever since we came here. That's a whole month's worth of luggage, you know? Free of cost, and don't even get me started on what it has cost us."
"Trying to disarm me with your silver tongue, huh?" With a scoff, Freya gestured for Aura to get her head out of the curtain. "I guess I'll wear it, for now."
Reluctantly, Freya closed the curtain again and began undressing completely. Even her undergarments had to come out, as the sharp angle around the groin would show too much. Her breasts needed to be freed as well, otherwise the strap that went over her shoulder was bound to cause conflict with the appeal.
Hesitantly, she started with the top. Putting it on like a one-piece swimsuit, she was surprised to find that the clothes fit her snugly. Her breasts and the front were tightly packed together, and although much of her tits were out in the open, at least there were no gaps between her body and the stiff dress as she'd expected.
'It…doesn't look as bad as I thought.' A bit curious, she turned around, and instantly her thoughts derailed. 'Never mind.'
The fabric of the dress rode deep between her buttocks, separating each one with but a thin line of blue leather. Worst of all, Freya could still feel the breeze trailing down her open back and in through a small gap that was the plainly laid upper portion of her rear.
'Who fucking designed this?' Half of her ass was visible from the lower side, and the upper side was exposing the creek down her buttocks. 'Why did I ever agree to this?'
The lure of the exit door was quite tempting. Freya wanted to change right back into her clothes and walk away, but the only thing keeping her from doing so was what would happen next. Past her broken promise, not only would people ask questions, and she couldn't explain why she had to quit on the first day, but also because once she stepped out, there was little chance that her son would get any help from Zeph or Aura. And if something were to happen to him during his adventures, she would have nobody but herself to blame.
That thought was both her ball and the chain, keeping her from heading out, and so with one final look at the mirror, she quickly wore the whole thing. The fishnet leggings that went up to her hips, the blue high heels, and the bunny ears, as well as the tail that clipped to her rear. Thankfully, the leggings gave her the illusion of being more dressed, even though the gaps between the nettings were big enough to still show off everything.
'At least my butt looks like it's covered.' Looking at her butt in the mirror, Freya felt glad that while her skin was still visible, it appeared to be clad under the subtly dark leggings. 'Now I just need the mask and the dark blonde hair wig.'
Snatching the last two items from the vanity table in the corner, she covered her face and hid her natural blue hair under the long ponytailed wig. Only makeup remained of the preparation, but Freya did not mind, as she could mask the possibility of anyone recognizing her from her eyes.
A touch of makeup and a slight bend of magical light under her eyelids to contour them in a different shape to the viewer. Looking at the results herself, she was quite impressed by how faint the resemblance to her true self was.
'That should work,' she thought, and finally, it was time for her to step out and greet the customers as soon as the shop opened up.