Serena had found Nicholas’ gift of the skirt strange and a little disturbing. From their very first meeting, he had told her he was looking to seduce her and that had turned into something of a joke. But Nicholas had unlocked something in Serena making her question her life. Up until now, it wasn’t entirely clear what Nicholas’ motives were. Was he just trying to show Serena the possibilities that existed for her, or was seduction still his primary aim?<br/><br/>Wearing the short revealing skirt had felt uncomfortable, making Serena feel as if she was making a fool of herself by dressing in a way she considered too young, too revealing for someone of her age but as the minutes passed she had to admit that Nicholas had once again been right. She was attracting the attention of people like she never normally did. At first, she felt embarrassed, but her attitude slowly started to change, possibly because being with Nicholas gave her the confidence to face her anxiety. As they walked through the all Serena became disappointed if she didn’t draw the gaze of people passing. Also, unwittingly her style of walk was changing to more of an assured stride. showing a sense of authority.<br/><br/>The offer of a new bra challenged Serena yet, again and again, made her question Nicholas’ intent. Being told it was a ‘wonderbra’ designed to augment the cleavage of her breasts made Serna blush slightly. The idea seemed somewhat distasteful but it did give her a shiver in her spine. The response caused by the skirt had become slightly addictive to Serena and she started to wonder what the amplifying effect of bra might add. She smiled mischievously at Nicholas as she took the bra from his hand, she couldn’t deny she was having fun, a kind of naughty, risque fun she had never experienced before.<br/><br/>Walking to the changing rooms Serena was met by a female assistant aged slightly older than she. The blonde woman wore a gold name tag displaying the name Violet. She was very glamorous in a 1950’s style with a white blouse, grey pencil skirt, seamed stockings and 4” stilettos. Violet smiled warmly, but Serena couldn’t help but notice the way the woman looked her up and down. The woman’s smile grew wider and she raised one eyebrow slightly. “Room number three is vacant madame...please follow me…”.<br/><br/>Once in the changing room Violet to the bra from Serena and said “Mmm looking to provide some décolletage for your friend?” she asked. Serena felt the strange tingle she had earlier, but it was more intense. She was not sure if it was the saucy suggestiveness of Violet's question or the fact Violet had referred to Nicholas as her friend and not her husband since Serena’s clearly displayed wedding ring showed her to be married. “Umm...Yes...I guess so…” stammered Serena, her previous confidence leaching away. Violet chuckled “It’s OK hun… Women don’t buy these for their husband’s benefit...Not unless they have done something very wrong…”.<br/><br/>Violet looked at the label in the bra and then glanced at Serena. “Hmm not sure this size will give you the full effect...slip your blouse off and I’ll measure you…” instructed Violet. Serena was feeling as if she had been caught doing something wrong and found Violet’s confident attitude very dominating. Hesitating for a second Serena unfastened her blouse and slipped it off, draping it over a chair in the changing room. Without warning, Serena felt the catch on her bra being undone. “Let’s see what we are dealing with shall we?...” said Violet as she deftly unthreaded Serena from the item of lingerie. Serena started to cross her arms to conceal her naked breasts but Violet gave her a light tap on the forearm indicating her not to. Red-faced, Serena stood topless as Violet wrapped a tape measure across her breasts. “And the tape says...32” declared Violet before continuing “Now I just need to estimate the cup size…”. Serena gasped slightly as she felt Violet’s hands envelope her breasts from beneath. “Mmm feels like a B cup...Nice firm titties by the way…”.<br/><br/>Serena felt her pulse race and her nipples begin to harden. She didn’t know what to think. Had Violet just molested her? Why was she responding the way she was. “You had the right size after all…” said Violet handing Serena the ‘wonderbra’ as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Serena slipped the new bra on and fastened it. The first thing she felt was the pressure on her breasts, squeezing them to form the noticeable cleavage. The sensation although strange wasn’t unpleasant and in her slightly aroused state, Serena found herself enjoying the firmness more than she should.<br/><br/>Looking at her reflection, Serena was amazed at the transformation caused by the new bra. She was now displaying a cleavage that even she found impressive. “Very nice…” said Violet “I’m sure you’re going to enjoy the benefits of wearing that..” she added suggestively. Serena found herself breathing a little harder, she was already feeling the effects of not only wearing the bra but her encounter with Violet too. Slightly confused by what she was feeling Serena hastily put her blouse back on. When she had finished buttoning it Violet stepped up to Serena and undid the top two fastened buttons on her blouse. “No point hiding what you just paid for…” said Violet in a manner that was more a command than a statement. “N..no...Thank you…” stammered a slightly dazed Serena. “I guess you won’t be needing this…” said Violet crumpling Serena’s old bra into a ball. “I...I guess not…” replied Serena.<br/><br/>Violet escorted Serena out of the changing area. “Thank you for your custom madam, I hope to see you again very soon…” said Violet, emphasizing “l”. A flustered Serena simply replied “Yes...Thank you…” before turning to see Nicholas waiting for her,<br/>