Britwitch
Classically curvy
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Althea waited until Soren was a fair enough distance away before picking up the trousers and shirt he'd brought her and heading into the bushes a little. Laying them over a branch she began to unlace her dress and was soon stood in her slip, holding up Soren's trousers before her and trying not to laugh.
He was considerably taller than her, taller than most men, so the sheer length of the fabric hanging in her hands seemed positively absurd.
"Oh what was I thinking!" She muttered to herself, easing her feet out of her boots and slipping them through the legs of the garment. Hoisting it up her legs to her waist she smothered more giggles as fabric still pooled around her feet. Tucking in her slip, fastening them and pulling the ties as tight as she could she then started to roll the waistline over on itself. Over and over, pulling the hem higher and gathering the fabric a little closer to her actual body shape. Satisfied that she wouldn't just be trailing trousers instead of dress through the mud, she eased her boots back on and then focused her attentions on the shirt.
It was a light material, so it would fit more comfortably under his breast plate she presumed, and pale in colour. She was sure she would be infinitely more comfortable once they hit their stride than she was in her dress, cooler if nothing else. But it hung around her and she was worried she would catch it on every low hanging branch or bramble they walked past. So she pulled her belt from her dress and after adjusting the shirt so that she was sure the wide neckline would not reveal the centre of her chest as opposed to one side more than the other, she cinched the belt over the top. Pulling the billowy fabric in around her waist and tighter across her upper body in general.
Fingers nimbly rolled back sleeves to her elbows as she twisted slightly to try and figure out how she looked. Glancing directly downwards she could make out the valley between her breasts in the light that filtered through the fabric but without the pressure of her dress' bodice her cleavage was considerably lessened and, despite a little more natural movement as a result, she thought it was subtle enough that Soren shouldn't be overly offended.
Picking up her dress, shaking it free from creases, Althea folded it up and headed out of the foliage. It felt very odd. Material encasing each leg, rubbing slightly, especially where the material was considerably closer than any other outer garments had been between her thighs. But it also felt free. She took a few overly large strides on her way back towards the fire which they were allowing to die down. Enjoying the lack of drag from her skirt and the ease with which she could move her leg to take another step. She glanced up to make sure Soren wasn't looking and then ran the rest of the way, giggling softly as she moved surprisingly quickly without skirts to tangle her ankles and legs.
Slightly breathless from her run and with dark hair spilling down around her shoulders she called to Soren's back.
"Ok, I'm as ready as I'll ever be!"
He turned and she saw his expression change rather dramatically.
"Oh does it...does it look that bad...?!" Her hands automatically tugged at the shirt, trying to straighten it. "I mean, it feels great. Well, not great but definitely easier to move in." She corrected herself, not wanting him to think that she enjoyed wearing men's clothing, wearing his clothing.
"I can always put my dress back on. If you think it best?"
He was considerably taller than her, taller than most men, so the sheer length of the fabric hanging in her hands seemed positively absurd.
"Oh what was I thinking!" She muttered to herself, easing her feet out of her boots and slipping them through the legs of the garment. Hoisting it up her legs to her waist she smothered more giggles as fabric still pooled around her feet. Tucking in her slip, fastening them and pulling the ties as tight as she could she then started to roll the waistline over on itself. Over and over, pulling the hem higher and gathering the fabric a little closer to her actual body shape. Satisfied that she wouldn't just be trailing trousers instead of dress through the mud, she eased her boots back on and then focused her attentions on the shirt.
It was a light material, so it would fit more comfortably under his breast plate she presumed, and pale in colour. She was sure she would be infinitely more comfortable once they hit their stride than she was in her dress, cooler if nothing else. But it hung around her and she was worried she would catch it on every low hanging branch or bramble they walked past. So she pulled her belt from her dress and after adjusting the shirt so that she was sure the wide neckline would not reveal the centre of her chest as opposed to one side more than the other, she cinched the belt over the top. Pulling the billowy fabric in around her waist and tighter across her upper body in general.
Fingers nimbly rolled back sleeves to her elbows as she twisted slightly to try and figure out how she looked. Glancing directly downwards she could make out the valley between her breasts in the light that filtered through the fabric but without the pressure of her dress' bodice her cleavage was considerably lessened and, despite a little more natural movement as a result, she thought it was subtle enough that Soren shouldn't be overly offended.
Picking up her dress, shaking it free from creases, Althea folded it up and headed out of the foliage. It felt very odd. Material encasing each leg, rubbing slightly, especially where the material was considerably closer than any other outer garments had been between her thighs. But it also felt free. She took a few overly large strides on her way back towards the fire which they were allowing to die down. Enjoying the lack of drag from her skirt and the ease with which she could move her leg to take another step. She glanced up to make sure Soren wasn't looking and then ran the rest of the way, giggling softly as she moved surprisingly quickly without skirts to tangle her ankles and legs.
Slightly breathless from her run and with dark hair spilling down around her shoulders she called to Soren's back.
"Ok, I'm as ready as I'll ever be!"
He turned and she saw his expression change rather dramatically.
"Oh does it...does it look that bad...?!" Her hands automatically tugged at the shirt, trying to straighten it. "I mean, it feels great. Well, not great but definitely easier to move in." She corrected herself, not wanting him to think that she enjoyed wearing men's clothing, wearing his clothing.
"I can always put my dress back on. If you think it best?"