(I did not realise wanting underwear was unusual around these parts

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The girl catches them, still blushing a little, "Okay... don't look...", she says, moving around behind Zoey, and then ducks down behind the girl's bed. Not perfectly hidden, but it would have to do if she was going to convince the girl she was telling the truth. Off comes the denim jumper, the t-shirt, the whole lot, all being put on the bed, and the pink sneakers left on the floor.
She closes her eyes and shimmers brightly, her entire form seeming to become liquid, rapidly reforming in the space of just a couple of seconds until... she was about the same age as Zoey, although she was very thin, and still small-chested, pale blonde hair still in braids but not much longer. There was fumbling, pulling on the white cotton panties, and then she slides into the black dress. It left her shoulders bare, although very short on her thighs, showing off plenty of her long, slim legs.