Danae snatched the bag out of the hand offering it to her.  She was angry; she had<em>not</em>signed up for this!  Now she was going to have to be some stupid...better not think about that now.  "Come on, Lexi.  Let's go leave<em>the perverts</em>in peace."  They headed into what had been her room (and...probably still was?) to put on the clothes.  Lexis had a blouse and wraparound skirt combination, something like a teacher or a business professional might wear (minus the jacket); Danae had a light, semi-fluttery dress that ended about halfway down the thighs, in conjunction with striped stockings.  Those were normal - what<em>wasn't</em>was under it.  (In more than one sense.)<br/><br/>Lexis' underwear was a deep, dark red-colored pair; Danae's was a midnight blue.  But the color wasn't the problem.  It was that, handling them...they were obviously silk.<br/><br/>And, as they would discover when they put them on, the panties were just<em>ever so smaller</em>than they needed to be.  End result?<br/><br/>The girls couldn't walk anywhere without feeling that smooth silk rubbing against their snatches...