Collared Heart CH 3 - TG

Vera touched the edge of her skirt, peeling it from her thigh to stare at the white frill, the ever present red on her face deepening as she glanced back to Abigail. "I'm… I'm..."

"So cute the girl preened circling her arms around Vera. Her finger's played with the tips Vera's hair, making her feel like little more than a dress up doll as Abigail cooed behind her.  "You look so pretty! That dress hugs your little curves so perfectly, and your hair is just like a dolls – though it was like that already, but the frills are just so…" She squeezed tighter, oblivious to Vera's squirming. "Cyuuuute!"

"Can't I look cute in less frills?" Vera let the material fall back, trying to smooth it over with her palm. "I mean, … Um… It's just that…" She hesitated, feeling Abigail's hands swinging the locks of her hair back and forth. "What are you doing?"

"Playing with your hair. This style of yours is so adorable! You're going to need some cute hats to draw attention to it, though; and a whole new wardrobe while we're at it."

"While we're… at it?" Vera whispered.

Abigail nodded viciously. "Something to match your eyes; and the hats; and your hair; whatever we can think of. Cute thigns, with lots and lots of frills, and pinkness, and ooooh, I wanna see you in a bikini! Your little figure is going to look so adorable!"

"But… I don't…" she trembled a little, aware that it was just making her look cuter in Abigail's eyes. "I don't... I mean, cute clothes…"

"You'll be fine," Abigail promised, grabbing her hand and leaping from the bed. "You'll love it! You'll absolutely adore it!" she pulled Vera toward her, the girl slipping out of the bed and into her new friend's arms. She couldn't bring herself to actually protest in front of that beaming face as Abigail dragged her down the hall.

"Shouldn't we wait until tomorrow?" she offered feebly when Abigail opened the door. "It's all… dark…" she stuck her head out the door, shivering a little at the cold and looking back hopefully; Abigail merely grinned, pushing her out until she stumbled outside, trying to hide her shivers.

"There's no time to wait; we have to go now. Come on!" Her fingers grasped Vera's and tugged, leaving the girl to either be dragged along or walk willingly. She floundered in indecision, ending up in a tie between the two: Hanging just close enough, she'd speed up when tugged, and slowed whenever she thought she had a chance for getting away with it. She found herself speeding up more often than not, before long.

"Where are we going?" she asked, panting a little.

"Shopping!" The response was given in too light a tone to be frustrating; Vera found herself grinning back at Abigail almost against her will as the infectious good mood tried to spread to her. She squashed it down with the reminder of who they were shopping for, and what it was they were buying. She didn't want to get so lost in the feminine world that she started actually enjoying things of that nature.

"Where are we shopping?"

"Just a small store I know," she promised. "No flirting boys or anything like that; just lots of frilly dresses."

"Frilly… dresses…" She offered a small smile that didn't come out right, and slowed down her pace; Abigail did the same, pulling open a glass door and bowing her head a little for Vera to go first.

"T-Thanks." She tried to swallow the feeling that she was walking toward her doom when she entered; the fear made her heart beat faster, though. She thought she felt it seize when something lifted the back of her skirts.

"You look so cyuuuuute in panties!" whispered Abigail, utterly oblivious to Vera's blushing as the girl hastened to move forward and pull herself free.

The woman inside smiled at her, but merely bowed her head to Abigail; she stood utterly to the side as Vera was practically dragged away, her clothes pulled from her body with new sets being tugged on, pair of pair of panties being yanked up to her groin for Abigail to squeal over, and outfit after outfit of frills.

"What do you think of this one?" demanded Abigail, towing Vera to the mirror. She could practically see the pink panties beneath the tiny skirt, her clutching fingers doing nothing but pulling it up further on the other side. "Can't I… wear something a little longer? It's embarrassing," she blushed. The look just made Abigail want it more, though she did allow Vera to change into something else before the trip home.'

The girl had on a grin on her face the entire time, though. She never once stopped smiling. It was almost sort of sweet, in a randomly maniacal way, considering the circumstances. She almost thought she could get used to seeing that smile.

Abigail's hands flung around her to break the thought, as they reentered the house. The littler fingers pressed her against her friend's chest, their faces snuggling together so close Vera wondered if they were going to end up kissing; her heart beat ridiculously fast for the idea. Abigail was still a little girl; no matter whether she herself was currently younger. Her feet were fidgeting nervously back and forth anyhow, though.

"I can't wait," whispered Abigail into her ear. "Until we go to school tomorrow."