{East London Shopping, Charring Cross Road}
'Okay, I kind of understand now what she was groaning about,' I thought as Emma dumped a handful of jeans and T-shirts into my hands and told me to go change and try them on. I looked through them briefly. They were from a collection of lighter colors that matched my preference, so I indulged her.
Hermione had a similar stack to mine, consisting only of different kinds of dresses, and Emma pushed her into the changing room beside mine. It didn't take me long to try on all three of the T-shirts with a pair of black jeans and show them to Emma, who nodded approvingly.
During my third trip showing off the black T-shirt, going the Matrix way, Hermione stepped out nervously. She wore a grey high-neck dress that fit her form. I stared at her as she looked at me and Emma nervously, clearly not used to wearing something that left her back and side boobs a little exposed.
Behind her, I could see she had to leave her bra in the fitting room because it didn't go well with the dress.
"How is it?" She asked nervously.
"Looks good on you," I replied, and Emma nodded, but she elaborated on my simple compliment, which made Hermione blush a little deeper.
"Hmm, the back is exposed a bit too much, and even the sides." She stepped up and adjusted the dress a little as she tucked in her breasts slightly. I simply stared and watched their interaction.
"Alright, now try the blue one," Emma said, nudging Hermione back in before turning to me with a raised eyebrow. "Had fun?"
"A little," I grinned, getting used to her teasing as she pointed towards the changing room. Obliging her request, I tried on the three different jeans she had picked: two different shades of blue and one dark black.
By the time I was done, Hermione was still struggling with her second dress. As Emma and I waited for her, I noticed her eyes darting over the dresses on display on mannequins.
"Why don't you go on and try on the black one? It would look pretty on you," I tried to make conversation as Emma focused her attention back on the black dress that had similar characteristics to Hermione's first dress from behind, but it had a deep, plunging neckline from the front.
"I thought you had enough eye candy to feed your imagination for a day, Harry," She teased me a little after thinking about it.
"Well, you can't sue me for trying, you would look beautiful in that," I grinned as her eyes widened for a moment. She blushed a little, turned to Hermione's door, and asked, "How much longer, dear?"
"Coming out, Mum," Hermione half-shouted from behind the door, and it slowly clicked open. I took a sharp breath as I took in her form. I hadn't noticed how voluptuous Hermione was before, but a dress that was perfectly augmenting her curves added to her allure.
"No, not this one. Go back and try the black one." Emma quickly ushered Hermione in, and when she closed the door, our eyes met.
"It wasn't that bad," I protested, as she glared at me playfully. Shaking her head, she looked at Hermione's door for a moment before swiftly heading to the black dress I had pointed out earlier. She talked with the helper roaming around, asked her something, and then quickly returned with a dress, likely in her size.
"Keep an eye out," she said, pausing briefly before ducking into the same dressing room I had used. So I waited patiently as I let my imagination run wild, which was not a good thing for my jeans.
It didn't take long for Emma to open the door, but she didn't walk out. I peeked in only to find her looking at the mirror nervously, her back exposed to me, and I was able to see the naked arch of her body because of the plunging backline. The dress ended exactly at her lower back.
I looked up, and my eyes strayed to her breasts as they were pooled together like raindrops and held by the straps of her dress. My eyes traveled up her elegant neck, her full lips, before finally meeting her gaze. A healthy flush stained her cheeks as she fidgeted slightly.
"Well?" She asked, anticipation shining in her eyes, as if she were fishing for compliments.
I didn't have to lie to her, at least. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on." I walked closer and whispered so Hermione wouldn't hear me. Her eyes searched mine before she blushed. She turned around, giving me a better look at her massive breasts.
"You are trouble." She whispered back, her full lips moving, gleaming seductively under the light.
"I could say the same," I retorted, feeling the discomfort in my jeans. I shifted on my legs as I tried to adjust. Emma's eyes went downward as they moved along the outlines of my hard cock that was pressing against my jeans.
She looked at me with narrowed eyes and opened her lips to say something, but we both froze when we heard the door next door open. She swiftly pushed me out of the dressing room and closed the door with a thud as I stumbled into the chairs lined up outside.
I didn't get much time to adjust as I sat up straight and Hermione walked out. Her black dress had the same shimmer as the last blue one, but it had the same high-neck features as her first dress, hiding her cleavage while exposing her back.
"Where's Mom?" She asked as she looked around.
"She's trying on a dress as well. This one looks nice," I complimented her, trying to distract her, and it worked.
"You think?" She asked shyly as she turned back to look at the mirror, exposing her naked back to me.
"Yes, you look gorgeous." I smiled as she blushed and nodded, her eyes going back as she turned around, appreciating her figure.
"I'm not used to wearing dresses," She commented offhandedly, trying to explain her nervousness.
"Well, you should. You look stunning in them," I complimented her again. This was the wisdom I had gained from a previous life: when not sure what to do, just stun them with compliments, and it usually works out.
"Thank you." Hermione blushed as she hurried in, her hands hiding her face as she slammed the door shut. I felt a dull thud as she leaned heavily against the door, likely trying to calm her nerves.
'That's one crisis averted,' I thought as the door next to her opened and Emma walked out in her sundress, eyeing me for a moment.
"It seems that I need to teach Hermione that boys don't mean everything they say," she whispered as she sat down next to me.
"But you did look like the most stunning woman in the world in that dress," I whispered back, noticing she was clutching it with no intention of putting it away.
"Shush, you," she said, shaking her head even as a pleased smile appeared on her face.
'Hmm, Daniel, you really should not ignore your woman.'