It Wont Fit

Posted on Wed Jan 18th, 2017 @ 11:56am by

2,399 words; about a 12 minute read

Mission: New Faces and Terror Beyond
Location: holodeck

IC:

Samantha having recovered from her injuries was at the Colonel's insistence free from duties. Sam hated doing nothing, she was a Marine, a woman of action and always in motion but the attack stripped that away for the time being.

Annabelle dropped by often to check on her, listened to Samantha complain, reflect and talk about those that were killed, talked about what she saw when it happened in an attempt to come to terms with it. Last thing she wanted was a round of talks with the Counsellor. Laying in Sickbay with nothing to do gave Sam time to think about what was going on, Annabelle in particular. She often asked where this was going? What was she doing? What should she do next?

For the moment at least Sam could not be a marine, which left her with one obvious choice. To be just a woman. She thought about straightening her hair but felt it wouldn't suit her. Make up, in her past that was mostly green and brown wax to mask out her appearance. Lipstick, once or twice and black for a mission. It was far easier for her to be a marine than a woman.

Sam never really though herself as sexy, attractive yes but not sexy. Annabelle seemed to pull sexy off very easily though. Some had all the luck.

Ever since Samantha and Annabelle became lover and trusted friends, Annabelle gained the access code to let her enter Samantha quarters. But she never abused the privilege while Samantha was out on the mission. She would announce herself when ever she visited her lover. Except this time. She used the codes and entered, "Come on. It's time to visit the holodeck 5."

Seeing Samantha looking a mess at her attempts of being a woman in making herself beautiful. Annabelle wearing a very snug low-cut mini-skirt that ended almost indecently high up, high heels that screamed 'I'm a slut'. She hugged Samantha from behind gently. "I guess you never played 'dress-up as a kid?"

Samantha had not seen what Annabelle was wearing because she was took busy trying to pull the fake lashes from her own. "I will never understand these blasted things." The hug however was very welcomed, a thing just needed at exactly the right time. "No, only thing I played was crawling through mud." She freed herself from the lashes and ran a brush through her hair. When she saw Annabelle she inwardly sighed. Some can just pull that off, I can't no matter what I try.

Annabelle laughed softly, "Well it's time to fix that. Come on." Being gentle with Samantha due to her injuries. "I loved the wake-up letter you left me." Then she placed a soft kiss on Samantha's cheek. "Is there anyway I could visit the base camp?"

"Sorry I left without waking you." When Annabelles lips touched her cheek it seemed if only for a brief moment that everything was going to be alright, as the kiss broke Samantha's head moved slightly to chase it again. "You wouldn't want to, raining, muddy, hundreds of people all hungry and dirty. They see us as the enemy yet we are trying to help them." The smile had faded from Sam's face. "Lets go to the Holodeck, its better than here."

Annabelle left with Samantha to the holodeck, hand in hand and getting a lot appreciative glances thrown their way. Upon entering the holodeck Annabelle spoke up, "Macy's 3" The yellow grid lines faded into high fashion clothing department store for females. The soft sounds of pleasant soothing music emanated from hidden speakers as a sale clerk approached the pair of them.

One look at Samantha, Saleswoman spoke up. "Complete make over! This definitely whont do. This way please." Turning and walking off, knowing that the two of them will follow.

Sam couldn't be the marine so her only recourse was to be a woman, clearly Annabelle was far better suited to that then she was. She knew she was lucky with the dress before because it was replicated, she picked it from a long list hoping it was fine. She still had it in her wardrobe. Annabelle though seemed like she could pull anything off, the heels, even the skirt just looked good on her.

Annabelle nodded at Samantha, and pulled her along. "This will be fun." With a soft giggle.

Samantha had her doubts as she knew they would have work cut out for them. She could be difficult to please, harder to dress and even more troublesome to change yet here she was in a shop with one purpose in mind.

To change her. "I hope I'm not the only one doing this." She spoke.

"Elizebeth, Ayla, and a lot of the other females on the crew use this program to help them out to find attire that is pleasing to those that are close to them."
Annabelle spoke as the Sale-woman glanced back at them through the convoluted route up and down isles grabbing articles of clothing off the shelves. From lingerie to a few dress, which Annabelle ended up carrying. "You're gonna love it." Ending up in a dressing room that easily could fit 12 people.

Annabelle hung up the few dresses on the hanger as the sales clerk laid out the lingerie onto a table. The sale-woman spoke up, "go ahead and put them on. I'll be back to take your shoe size." Then she left them alone.

Samantha looked at Annabelle. She tried to picture herself wearing that kind of thing but all she could see was the Major. The Ice Queen to be feared and yet so easily taken down in a moment by an animal. She looked at the clothing picked out for her unsure what to try on first and admittedly hesitant. She didn't know the Captain's wife came here and Ayla especially, though Sam had to admit to herself that since she started dating women she viewed them differently now and Ayla was very attractive, she could see why Mark is happy. Unaware at the sudden loss they had taken.

Samantha looked through what was picked up, sifted through the articles unsure what to try on first in a setting all too new for her.

Seeing the hesitation, Annabelle spoke up. "Why don't you strip naked and start with underwear and lingerie." Giving Samantha an encouraging smile. "It'll be fun!"

From thong underwear to soft silk panties both high cut and normal. Lacy bra's that looked like they wouldn't cover much, less hold anything in place. Camisoles to silk slips. Garters with matching thigh high stockings. For now everything was in just plain white so there would be no hassle in matching colors with articles of clothing.

"And what are you going to try on? I don't want to do this all by myself." Sam spoke softly. She turned to the side and pulled off the top she wore, regulation bra under. She turned to hide her side but even knowing the wound was healed and the scar gone, it still felt present. She ran her hand over the area expecting to feel some kind of blemish but felt nothing. Next she removed her trousers, again regulation briefs.

"Don't worry, I've seen you nude." Annabelle spoke softly, seeing the unease Samantha displayed. "If it will ease ya to try on the underclothes.." Annabelle slipped off her miniskirt, reviling she was wearing a thong and one of the barely there bras in matching bright fuchsia. Also matching garter with sheer white thigh high stockings. "Oh please remove them! You aint on duty!" She rolled her eyes in aspiration. She still wore the high heels.

Sam looked once, then again. Annabelle looked flat out drop dead gorgeous. How on earth was she supposed to compete with that? Though she would never admit it Samantha felt the warmth spread within her, just seeing Annabelle like that....

Bolstered by Annabelle's actions Samantha picked out one of the high cut garments and a bra similar to Annabelles. Maybe if she worked up to what she wore it would enhance her confidence a little. "You look incredible." Sam looked again giving an obvious head to toe look and hung around certain areas.

"Now now.. that'll come later..." Annabelle started out and seeing the choice being made by Samantha, her voice faded. She cleared her throat feminine like and continued. "As you will be. Try them on.. I'm dying to see." Smiling a bit lustfully at Samantha as she tried picturing her in the garments. She took a half step then paused. "Let me know if you need help."

Taking a look at the brief and bra she picked out she removed her own, briefs first. The new ones felt nice as they slid up her legs, comfortable too. The bra came next and surprisingly in Samantha's busty size too. She figured that the program was adaptive to the users adjusting sizes to account for the wearer. This bra was similar to Anna's, hardly there and hardly supportive but still....it had the effect of making her feel nice. She liked how they looked on her, how they felt. Far better than starfleet issue thats for sure. "So...." Wondering what Annabelle thought.

Annabelle gave a soft growl "mmmmmmmmmmmm...yummy!" Smiling with delight. She stepped up to Samantha and did a quick adjustments on the straps. "You're gonna knock some socks off some poor person!" Lightly exclaimed. She spun and moved to the dresses hanging and chose one at random that easily rode low on a person with spaghetti straps wide enough to hide the bra straps. "Put this on." Holding out the dress to Samantha.

Sam smiled faintly. She still wondered how all this would turn her, the Major into someone that could pull off almost anything like Annabelle could. Taking the dress she decided to act instead of think. Thinking would not only delay her but make her hesitate. She knew what would happen if that happened. Once on she put her back to Annabelle. "Zip me up? " She asked looking over her shoulder.

Annabelle moved up behind Samantha and adjusted the dress in back and then reached around Samantha, pressing herself gently against her back, looking over her shoulder. She then adjusted the front of the dress, gently caressing her. "Wow.. Where is that Marine I came in with? Did she bribe you to replace her?"

"You found me out." Samantha smiled. "I'm not sure about this one." Looking in the mirror it didn't quiet seem...her. "Maybe something that doesn't flare out as much?" She turned to the left, then the right to get a good view of the dress. "What about you, what are you going to try on?" Not that she opposed the current look.

"You." Annabelle smiled as she teased Samantha. She lifted the dress that Samantha was wearing and slipped into it tightly up against Samantha. "Mmmmm... A little tight, but really nice."

Sam had no choice but to support herself against the table, she needed this, she needed Annabelle to chase off the demons of what happened if only for a moment. She needed her support and care more than anyone elses. Admittedly she did feel better, there was still a score of clothes to try on still and inwardly she was looking forward to trying them on, looking in the mirror to see how they looked but for now she was Annabelle's plaything, and she was ok with that.

Annabelle slipped out of the dress that Samantha still wore. She moved to the rack where the other dresses were hanging. She picked out a mini-skirt and held it out to Samantha. "Try this on."

Sam took off the dress and laid it on the table, she took the mini skirt that Annabelle held and slipped it over her thighs to her waist and fastened it. She'd never worn anything this short and looking in the mirror any kind of bending was risky to say the least. "Are you sure about this, I can almost see my underwear?" She spoke over her shoulder to the mirror.

Annabelle smiled widely. "But it adds mystique and a playful daring to the allure of the feminine physique." Annabelle looked on with admiration at Samantha. "We have needs just as the men folks have and willing to get them sated. We can't just come out and say it. But we sure can give the signs that we're looking."

Annabelle held out a halter top for her try on. "This will go good with the mini-skirt."

"Well, the only hands I want on me are yours." Samantha took the top and pulled it on. She stood in front of the mirror and looked herself over. Though she did had to admit even if silently that she was starting to feel sexy. The skirt showed off her legs, the bra was almost visible through the top. She waited until Annabelle was distracted with clothing before stepping up behind her, her hands started on her waist but slid forwards, she was doing to her what Annabelle did during dinner earlier. "You know, you teased me earlier. I think an eye for an eye principle is in order." Samantha blushed, now she was being the lead, the instigator where before Annabelle was all of that.

Annabelle stepped gently back up against Samantha with a sigh with legs slightly apart. Looking into the mirror she was facing, she had seen Samantha reflection and now with them both. One with lean feminine musclurer physique. Hers soft, yet with nicely in-shape feminine physique. She took a deep breath, and a soft smile as it felt so right to be together with warmth of passion for her. Annabelle turned in Samantha embrace and hugged her tightly with passion.

The hug seemed to chase away the demons of what happened, if only for now. Sam lifted Annabelle onto the table for her to sit on, an easier feat for her since she wasn't wearing a skirt to restrict her. She pushed her down until Annabelle was laying down, her legs dangling over the edge.

"Eeeeeee!" A surprise squeal at being caught off guard erupted from Annabelle. She allowed herself to be pushed down onto table covered with lacy undergarments. She let Samantha take the lead, curious and aroused at her take charge actions....

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