Emma grinned looking Chris up and down in her swimsuit before finally hatching an even better plan.
"You know what..." She started. "I think I want to be in charge this week! I'm going to be your babysitter and if you don't like it I'm sure my mom and your mom would love to see this photo of you in my swimsuit!" She said holding her phone up and waggling it I'm front of him just to tease him and add insult to injury.
Chris gulped letting out a nervous reply. "O-ok Emma just relax. Just don't share that photo." He practically begged while Emma crossed her legs clad in a pair of shiny pink leggings and set her book and phone down next to the towel Chris had prepared for her and looked back up at the mortified young man. Her white shirt and pink leggings were great for comfortably lounging around and reading and soon enough Chris would find out himself.
Emma nodded approvingly at how well this was going before responding. "Ok, ok well then if you don't want me to share this photo then you agree to give me babysitter privileges?" She asked tested the waters and seeing if she could pull this off.
Chris reluctantly replied "ok fine whatever! Just get me out of this swimsuit!" He agreed still covering himself and as red as a tomato. Emma smirked deviously and nodded. "Alright then "Emma" just follow me." She said guiding him inside and entered the bathroom where Chris had taken off his clothes and changed. Once she came out of the bathroom she had his usual black t shirt and cargo shorts on which were baggy on her smaller frame. She even had his white socks and black converse tied to her feet. While Emma was holding his shorts up Chris had also caught a glance at his green boxers which were slightly sticking out of the top of the shorts. Emma opened the door nice and wide for Chris motioning to the bundle laying on the floor in the center of the room.
Chris couldn't believe Emma had his clothes on and was at a loss for words. "I-i....but..." However, he was quickly hushed as Emma proceeded.
Emma pointed and spoke. "There's your outfit Emma. Go ahead and get dressed real quick and we can have lunch." She added while her mind was racing with possibilities at all the cool things she could do as the one in charge.
Chris slowly stepped into the bathroom and the door was suddenly closed behind him causing him to jump a bit. Looking down he saw Emma's outfit halfhaxardly strewn across the floor. He carefully peeled Emma's swimwear off of his body and promptly dried off before picking up the bundle of clothes and examining it. First was a purple pair of panties that had a butterfly pattern and the words "be true to yourself" across the backside. He held the undergarments up before taking a deep breath and bracing himself as he pulled the girly underwear up onto himself. As they came on he flinched at the tight feeling of the fabric and could feel a wedgie forming in the back. It didn't help that he had also left an obvious bulge Emma's undergarments. After that he squeezed into a matching training bra designed for girls with developing breasts. As he did he could feel the warmth of Emma's clothes as she had just been wearing them. After getting Emma's underwear on his picked up her leggings and held them up before just biting the bullet. The leggings were surprisingly soft and stretchy and pulled up and over the underwear rather easily. The only issue was the size difference and the bulge in Emma's pants that didn't belong. After getting her white t shirt and colorful baby blue socks on he looked himself in the mirror.
One thing came to Chris's mind when he saw his reflection and that was how small Emma's clothes were on him. Her leggings were stretched to barely be full length pants and her socks barely gripped the bottoms of his feet. Suffice to say Emma's clothes were a tight fit.
Chris honestly couldn't believe how quickly things took a turn and he couldn't hardly focus on anything. He waited a few moments before opening the bathroom door and expecting to see Emma. Suprisingly she wasn't waiting for him but instead was in the kitchen prepping lunch for the two of them.
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