<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>Lyradil hesitated, her gaze dropping away.  That would certainly involve seeing her entirely nude, at least for a moment or so, as she put on the next article of clothing.  But somehow, the exact mechanic of how her clothing transformed had thus far escaped her.  It was a valid request.  Still... Lyradil licked her own lips nervously, pink tongue flickering out.<br/><br/>"Perhaps..."  Her lips pressed tightly together as she considered.  "Perhaps you can keep your back turned, and I'll let you know when I've begun to put it on?"  There would still be an instant of undress, but it would be minimized.  She moved slowly into the next room, retrieving the red dress, her nervousness making her a little hesitant.<br/><br/>"Don't look..."  Lyradil waited for Bram to turn around before she turned her back to him.  Her arms crossed, gripping the hem of her shirt, tossing it aside, her generous breasts bouncing as they came free.  She tossed it aside, her gaze following it.  It became a plain shirt as soon as it left her hand, between one blink and the next.  With an abstracted frown, she wriggled out of the shorts as well, kicking them aside, dressed now only in a tiny pair of white panties.  With a quick glance back over her shoulder, she picked up the red dress.<br/><br/>"Okay.  You can look."  Lyradil said, her voice just above a whisper.  Almost all of her lovely pale skin was on display, her bare back, ivory thighs, and curving hips.  The cheeks of her tightly rounded rear were mostly visible as well, and her breasts were sizable enough that the sides of them could be seen even as she faced away.  Wriggling her hips, she managed to squeeze into the fine red dress without difficulty, turning to face Bram once it was settled onto her body.<br/><br/>"I-"  She began, then stopped, her blue eyes going wide.  There had been perhaps the briefest shimmer of light, and suddenly her clothing was different; no in-between state shifting from one to the next.  The red dress was still fine, but now left her arms and shoulders entirely bare.  Tight around her waist, it almost appeared corseted, although it only seemed to have laces.  The effect it had on her perfect breasts were noticeable, lifting them further, the low cut neckline displaying the full shape of them, rising and falling as she breathed.  The lower portion swept down gracefully, covering one leg, but leaving the other bare to the hip.