I instinctively looked down.
I had already known there was no bra underneath—the open back of the dress had made that rather obvious, not to mention the fact that I had been wearing the thing for hours—but knowing that and suddenly finding myself staring directly at my bare chest were two very different experiences.
For the first time, I got a completely unobstructed view of the pair I had been carrying around all evening, right down to the small yet prominent pink nipples that had remained hidden beneath the dark-blue fabric.
I stared for several seconds longer than necessary.
“Enjoying the view?”
Evelyn's amused voice came from behind me.
I immediately straightened, although that did absolutely nothing to hide what I had been staring at.
“I don’t understand what you are talking about.”
Even I knew how foolish my words sounded, yet it was the only answer I could think of to preserve what little remained of my dignity as a man.
“Don’t be shy. What’s wrong with a woman looking at her own chest?”
I was weirded out by how naturally the words came from her, as though she was actually enjoying what had happened to us.
Before I could think of a response, Evelyn's hands returned to the loosened dress around my waist.
“Lift your arms a little and don’t move.”
I hesitated, mostly because I had already become painfully aware of how exposed I was, but there was hardly any point pretending to be modest after spending the last several seconds openly staring at her chest.
Or my chest.
Whatever.
I raised my arms and stood perfectly still.
Evelyn carefully worked the fitted fabric farther down, and without the halter holding the upper part of the gown in place, it slipped easily over my waist. She slowed slightly when it reached my hips, gathering the fabric in her hands and carefully easing it over the widest part of my hips rather than simply pulling.
The gown slid past my hips and loosened considerably once it reached my thighs, eventually pooling around my ankles in a glittering heap of dark-blue fabric.
“You can step out of it now.”
Not like I had any business standing in a heap of dark-blue fabric anyways.
I watched as Evelyn neatly folded the dress and placed it beside my laptop on the desk.
Only after a moment did I realize that I was standing nearly buck naked in my room in front of someone I had met only a few hours ago.
There was no point in acting embarrassed now. I had already spent several minutes examining this body in the bathroom, and Evelyn had obviously seen every inch of it countless times before.
Evelyn returned to my side with a slightly complicated expression as she observed me standing still, as though she was having some conflicting thoughts.
“I never thought I would find the body I grew up in so sexy.”
Her words caught me off guard, and I stood frozen as she came closer and lowered her head toward my neck.
“Still, you should be more careful about the way you act, otherwise you might just get eaten up before you know it.”
I never thought the sensation of warm breath tickling my sensitive ears could be so destructive. A shiver ran down my spine, and my legs trembled slightly.
I hurriedly took a step away from her and covered my ear with one hand, glaring at Evelyn while trying to ignore the heat spreading across my face.
“What the hell was that?”
Evelyn straightened herself and looked at me with an innocent expression that didn't fool me in the slightest.
“Just a warning.”
“That didn’t feel like a warning.”
A small smile appeared on my own face.
“Then perhaps you should take it more seriously.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but eventually decided against it. It wasn't like I had any way to resist her with my delicate body, and strangely, I couldn't bring myself to hate her. Continuing the conversation probably wasn't going to end in my favour.
Evelyn seemed satisfied with my silence and finally stepped away, reaching toward the white tank top she had placed on the bed earlier.
I stared at the tank top she held out toward me, then back at her.
Somehow, the fact that she was acting so normal after what she had just done was almost more irritating than my own reaction to it.
I accepted it from her without another complaint. At this point, covering myself sounded considerably safer than standing around half-naked while Evelyn continued discovering new ways to torment me.
Thankfully, a tank top was at least something I knew how to wear.
Or so I thought.
I pulled it over my head and immediately found several strands of platinum-blonde hair trapped beneath the fabric. After struggling with them for a few seconds, I heard Evelyn sigh before she stepped behind me once again.
“Stay still.”
Her fingers slipped beneath the back of the shirt and carefully pulled my hair free, gathering it together before letting it fall down my back.
“There.”
“Thanks.”
I tugged the tank top the rest of the way down.
The soft fabric brushed against my still-sensitive nipples as it passed over them, making me instinctively tense for a moment before everything finally settled into place.
The tank top was supposed to fit tightly on my original body, mainly serving as something I used as an undershirt or wore during the summer heat to show off my arms. On my current body, however, the fabric stretched considerably across my chest, pulling the shirt high enough that my belly button remained completely exposed.
I tugged at the bottom of the tank top in an attempt to pull it farther down, but the moment I let go, the stretched fabric slowly crept upward again.
Evelyn watched my pointless struggle for a few seconds before letting out a quiet laugh.
“What?”
“Nothing. I simply didn’t expect my clothes to fit you quite like that.”
“They’re my clothes.”
“Not at the moment.”
I looked down again.
She wasn't wrong. What had normally been a simple tank top on me had somehow turned into something considerably more revealing, clinging tightly around my chest while leaving part of my stomach exposed.