<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://s300.photobucket.com/user/SociallyToxicBeauty/media/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg.html"></a><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/f9baa897-e285-4e2a-92b5-e0eb263a67ea.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #408000"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alida</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>Izu seemed to grump and gripe about having to help Alida with the bra, but ultimately had tried. When he managed to get the bra on her, the only thing Alida could think about was how awful the bra was.<span style="color: #BF0000"> "Well...?"</span>Izu asked and Alida gave a deep frown, shifting some as she tried to contain her irritation. Ultimately, she couldn't.<span style="color: #408000"> "No!"</span>she replied with quite a bit of force, stomping her foot some. It wasn't at all comfortable and her slowly healing wing did not appreciate the constraint in the slightest. Izu seemed to agree with her,<span style="color: #BF0000"> "Fuck it. Take it off..." <br/></span><br/>Izu's eyes seemed to linger on Alida and she recognized the lusty gaze he had. She gave a small, unnoticeable smile. Suddenly Izu's hands were on her hips, pulling her panties down, and then just as quickly finagling Alida into a new pair. The panties were a bit tighter than the previous ones, and as Alida tried to twist around a bit to examine her own ass, she couldn't help but think her butt looked rather nice.<span style="color: #BF0000">"Not bad..."</span>Alida looked back up to Izu, giving a smile.<span style="color: #408000">"Izu like?" </span>she asked, greatly pleased at the idea Izu was happy with the panties.<br/><br/>It seemed Izu had a positive response to the panties and it made Alida feel a bit more motivated in trying on the other clothes. She bent over slowly as she assessed the pile, trying to determine what she would try on next. She found a pair of shorts and picked them up, holding them out in front of her to examine their look. She then put one leg in at a time and began to shimmy the shorts up, struggling a little bit to get them over her hips. She managed, though, and buttoned the rather snug shorts and barely covered her butt. They weren't totally uncomfortable, but she definitely wasn't used to shorts being so fit or revealing--Izu's, after all, practically fell off of her and went down to her knees.