You Should Have Told Me

[Vera M. Solway]

There was something about Zoe that made it hard for Vera to see her as anything but completely adorable. Even while her friend stood there in the fitting room, Zoe's body was small and thin, yes but that's what made her so cute. Plus the current bra she was wearing didn't help change Vera's mind either. This also hadn't been the first time that Vera was fed answers as to why Devyn had been so attracted to Zoe for so long. She was gentle, she was proper, very adorable, seemed to have a lot of morals and knew her self-wroth... and let's not forget the accent. Vera kept the soft smile on her face as she tried to shove down what her friend had that she didn't.

She was sure there was just so much more.

When she saw Zoe lift her arms up, Vera telekinetically wrapped the measuring tape snug against her bust, and around a few times in different angles. She chuckled, "That's a good thing - I mean, I pretty much guessed your size but that's good. You don't want nor need big tatas." Vera, herself, had went back and forth between a B and a C cup, anything bigger an she probably would've lost it.

The measuring tape released from around Zoe before floating back into Vera's hand. She then gave herself a nod, figuring that there was a very good range in choices. "Okay so," While continuing, she walked out of the fitting room and closed the door, going through all of the newer bras they released. "I'm going to toss over a few and I seriously want you to decide on what makes you feel... comfortable but super sexy, move-able and playful... or just a bra that you think is THE ONE that's screaming at you. Or maybe just something you'd probably only want to wear for a special... you know, something something." Something something usually consisted of sex but the telekinetic didn't want her friend to have some sort of blushing fit.

"Here," She then handed over the fitting room door a couple of bras that belonged in sets. Vera hadn't told Zoe but if she found the right one, she would not hesitate in getting it for her and solely because Vera was hoping that there was something that jumped out.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

Zoe fought not to squirm as she felt the tape wrap around her, no doubt taking careful note of her utter lack of curves and too-skinny body. She felt like flushing or covering up or something, though it seemed as if Vera were perfectly comfortable with the whole thing. Zoe couldn't really say if that was making things better or worse, but at least Vera didn't seem to be teasing.

Okay, now Zoe watched the fitting room. "Um, okay?" Zoe said, nodding. Comfortable, playful, but her and... "Oh, right," Zoe said, catching what Vera meant and nodding slightly. A few bras then went over, and Zoe shifted through the sets. They were all... push up? Zoe recognized the name from some of the "generously" donated clothing as she sorted through, even thought she recognized one or two styles. One or two did stick out, in fact, one ended up being one that Zoe played with for a while.

Technically it was rather plain, or, at least, cotton. Pink with white stripes, and it had black straps that went around the back. What also caught Zoe's attention, however, were some designs: some particularly spelling out "London" In calligraphy or drawing out the Eiffel tower. It definitely looked like the sort of thing that Zoe would wear but... was that really sexy? Shouldn't she be looking for something.... sexier? Zoe did find another one that caught her eye, all lace and well done, with a few colors picked out that, of course, seemed to work well with Zoe's skin. It also seemed to "jump out" and Zoe flushed as she saw it was labeled "The date bra."

"These seem... nice?" she tried, looking over at Vera, almost confident that all two of her choices were awful, unsexy messes.

[Vera M. Solway]

Unfortunately, Vera wasn't Devyn and didn't feel the need to tease Zoe that or she could already tell Zoe didn't look all too comfortable with the idea of getting bra fitted. She just wanted her friend to feel super sexy, despite how curveless her body was. It was still a body nonetheless and quite the adorable one.

While Zoe tried them on, Vera caught herself looking through a set of black ones and wondered if she could get them in her size. Black often looked nice on her, it fit, and while purple had also been her favorite color, there was something about slipping in black lingerie that just did it for her... and her girlfriend seemed to enjoy the sight also.

Her attention moved from the bras back over to Zoe as she lifted her head a tad. "Oh! Did you find anything you liked?" She smirked, "Can I seeee?" Vera wanted to witness the magic of what a push up bra could do, was that being creepy? She didn't really think so. It wasn't every day she got to see Zoe in a bra, this was something of a new experience for Vera. If not, she was okay with that also.

It was still tempting.

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

See it? Was Zoe supposed to be trying these on? The idea nearly petrified her, especially as surely these had to be those that other people had as well. But she couldn't help but hear that exact suggestion in Vera's voice, not leaving her with many other options. So Zoe had to take a deep breath, and slide the "date bra" into place. it took some adjusting to get things together, but she'd at least picked the dark maroon. That should go well with her coloring, right?

"Okay," Zoe said. she took a breath, closed her eyes, and stepped out, feeling very, very exposed in front of someone who would probably look sexy in a cloth sack. Zoe probably looked ridiculous: undersized and nearly flat chested, not to mention horribly pale where she wasn't freckled. "Does it work?" she asked, not daring to open her eyes or even to relax in the slightest. She just knew it didn't, and she wasn't sure why she'd even bothered asking.

[Vera M. Solway]

Okay so sometimes Vera had been that small 50 percent of girls who tried on bras before actually buying them, and especially if the bras cost a pretty penny. Usually the basic bras at stores that weren't VS didn't need as much attention. But she believed if you were going to buy a push up bra, you had to know how it felt and if it was a good match. Saved the whole trip of washing it at home, wearing it, only having to return it.

So yeah, she wanted to see how it looked on Zoe.

When she stepped out, Vera smiled brightly. Leaning against the nearest wall, she whistled in a cat-calling manner. Playing into her New York accent a bit more than usual, teasing the girl. "Look at this piece of work right here. Can a girl get a phone numbah or are ya gonna hold out on me sweet cheeks?"

She pushed herself off of the wall and nodded, "I think it works perfect. I mean, do you feel good? Would you feel good enough to rip your clothes off for a date? Because it's okay if it puts you in that mood. I totally do that."

[Zoe Wallerstein-Smythe]

The cat-calling had Zoe flushing and curling in slightly. She just knew that Vera had to be teasing her, but she wasn't sure if it was the kind of lighthearted tease that had some truth behind it or if Vera was just having some fun. Part of Zoe really wanted to lean toward the latter, given how things had been, and Vera was talking about phone numbers and throwing out pickup lines. It just felt very, very odd to hear that from someone as good looking as Vera.

"well, I feel... sexier?" Zoe tried, moving the arms and looking down. "I don't know about ripping but, well, I think I'd like to have something like this on? If I was going to date anyone," Zoe lowered her arms again, "but, I mean, what are the odds of that? I'm only recently single," Zoe flushed, chewing her cheek for a moment and looking away. She hesitated for a few moments, quiet, letting the question niggle at her before:

"Do you really think this looks good? Like, honest opinion, not, like, you being nice to me because we're friends and you think I'm fragile or--or---whatever."