"Alright, put it on." She thrusts what feels like too little fabric to be a dress into your hands and takes a step back.
"It's, um, it's not very... me."
"That's alright." Her eyes are glued to you, her smile full of anticipation. "It doesn't have to be like, a wardrobe staple, I just wanna see what you look like in it."
"Yay!" She shakes her hands in celebration, then leans back onto the bed, watching intently.
"You're not gonna turn around?" You ask, slowly pulling off your leather jacket.
"Well, we've already done it a bunch of times, I think I can watch you change."
"I guess, s-sure." Your cheeks burn as you toss your jacked onto the bed next to her, you're sure she notices, that only makes you blush harder. You try not to think about that as you pull off your t-shirt, unbuckle your belt, and shimmy out of your jeans.
Normally you undress a lot quicker than this, but everything feels so much more awkward now. You worry that you're annoying her, that she'll think you're stalling, but when you look over she's watching as though you're giving her a striptease. You stumble over your jeans, barely catching yourself before you topple over. She giggles from the bed and you feel your cheeks burn even hotter.
You hurriedly pick up the dress, but as you start turning it around to figure out what parts are front and back she speaks up.
"It's not gonna work with the sports bra you know." She points at your chest.
"I-I don't have another."
"I know, just go braless. I've seen your tits before."
You swallow. You feel her gaze slide down to your breasts. You drape the dress back over the chair beside you and bring your fingertips to the seem of your bra. Your eyes squeeze closed as you pull it off your body but you feel her gaze all the same. You avoid looking at her as you open your eyes. You've undressed in front of her before but somehow, even with your underwear still on, you feel more naked today. And now, as you look at the dress beside you, you feel like you're about to be even more exposed.