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Here is part 3 of Chapter 21 of The Tickle Cartel. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
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Chapter 21: Wendy's Guests, Day 2, Part 2
The ride over to Tickle Mistress Wendy’s first surprise destination was silent. After being forced to put blindfolds on and then getting their hands restrained so the blindfolds could not come off, Jen and Maddie realized that Wendy was very determined to keep this secret until the last minute. They figured that Wendy would turn on the tummy ticklers for both of them at some point during the ride, and they did not want to encourage her to tickle them earlier by asking unwanted questions. While Maddie was one hundred percent sure that the T cart had methods to tickle her that she would hate, Jen did not know if there were Q-tips installed in the T cart’s tickling systems. However, she did not want to find out, so she kept quiet as Wendy drove. As it turned out, the driver opted not to tickle either passenger the entire ride.
Jen and Maddie felt the T cart gently pull to a stop after several minutes, and when they did not feel it begin driving again after a few minutes, they internally wondered if they were at their destination. However, with the engine still rumbling ever so slightly, they did not want to entice any tickling from Wendy, so they stayed silent. The Tickle Mistress stared at her blindfolded passengers for a little bit before quietly getting up and heading over to Maddie’s side. She sneakily got right beside Maddie before breaking the longstanding silence, “Maddie, why so quiet?”
“AHAHAHAHA WEHEHEHENDEHEHE!” Maddie broke into laughter as Wendy teased her tickle button with a light finger wiggle.
“But really, why so quiet?” the Tickle Mistress reiterated the question after removing her finger.
“You really wanted to keep the place we were going secret,” Maddie shyly responded, feeling the leather of the seat as she sunk back into it.
“Okay, well, we’re here!” Wendy awkwardly declared as she carefully removed Maddie’s blindfold. While the first passenger blinked her eyes and adjusted to the light, the Tickle Mistress went over and wiggled a finger in Jen’s bellybutton before similarly giving her back her sight. “Welcome to my first surprise!” the driver announced a few seconds after this as she opened her door and pressed the button to release the four bound hands.
“Desi… Desires Dressing?” Jen’s eyes fought the bright sun as she read the sign on top of the store that they were parked next to. “Did I read that right? There’s no tickling reference.”
“Yes, you read it right,” Wendy affirmed as Maddie shook her head. “This is one of the best high-end clothing stores in the Tickle Cartel. They never quite got on board with the whole tickling-themed name, and their brand took off quickly enough that they didn’t need to.”
“Oh,” Jen blinked a few more times as her eyes finished recovering from the transition to the mid-morning light. “Interesting.”
“Well, let’s go in!” Wendy ushered her two guests towards the store. A little confused at why they were going into a high-end clothing store, Jen and Maddie looked at each other, shrugged, and then followed the Tickle Mistress’ direction.
“Welcome to Desires Dressing; what can we do for you today?” an employee warmly greeted the three as they entered the store.
“We’d like to go to the dress section,” Wendy commandingly proclaimed.
“Of course, miss; please follow me,” the employee began leading them to another part of the store. “We have a wide selection of dresses designed…”
“Wendy, is that you?” a voice spoke up as the three headed towards their dressy destination.
“Desiree!” the Tickle Mistress turned around and spread her arms out.
“It’s so nice to see you again, Wendy!” the well-dressed woman, apparently named Desiree, gave Wendy a quick hug. “Lara, I’ll take care of this group. Wendy is one of our best customers.”
“Of course, Miss Desiree,” the other employee stated with a hint of defeat in her voice as she headed back towards the front of the store without a hefty commission.
“Wendy, it’s been far too long since I’ve seen you,” Desiree declared as she took over leading the three towards the dresses. “How have you been?”
“Busy, but it’s been a good type of busy,” Wendy responded. The two made small talk all the way to the dress section, leaving Jen and Maddie to tail behind them and wonder just how well the two other women knew each other. On the way, Jen and Maddie did learn that Desiree was the owner of Desires Dressing, but they still had no idea if Wendy was just a customer or if the two were friends outside of business.
“Here we are; what can I get you started with?” Desiree wondered when they finished the decently long trek to the dress section of her store.
“I actually came in because these two need dresses,” Wendy motioned to her silent guests, who both looked at her with surprise.
“We do?” Jen was perplexed. Both best friends had gotten dresses when they went to Cootchie Coverings with Wendy. “I thought we…”
“You need some dresses like this,” Wendy shut down Jen’s confused comment. “Now, which one of you wants to try on dresses first?”
“Jen can start,” Maddie volunteered Jen. She then whispered into Jen’s ear, “I went first with the interviews for the apartment; we’ll just switch off and on today. Also, I know we got dresses at Cootchie Coverings, but I guess Tickle Mistress Wendy really wants this.”
“Okay, I’ll go,” Jen faked some enthusiasm and gave Desiree a warm smile.
“Wonderful, I’ll go get some for you to try on,” Desiree gave Jen a thorough looking over and then smiled widely. “You three can go wait in the dressing room.”
After following Wendy to the dressing room, Jen asked, albeit with hesitation in her voice, “Wendy, why are we getting dresses here? You got us some at Cootchie Coverings.”
“These are fancier dresses,” Wendy was finally able to explain her reasoning to the two. “You two have been wonderful during your time with me, and Queen Mistress Heather has also taken a liking to you. If you attend any really formal events with either of us, the dress code of the event will require you to wear a high-end dress like this. Now, these events don’t happen too often, so I’m only going to get you one, but I want you two to have the chance to attend them.”
“Oh,” Jen and Maddie finally realized why they were brought here.
“Also, funny story that answers an earlier question of yours: this store was originally intended to be Desiree’s Dressings,” Wendy changed the topic. “But autocorrect kicked in when Desiree was getting her business cards, and it became Desires Dressings. When the brand grew quickly, Desiree decided that the name fit well enough. That’s the whole reason why this name has nothing to do with tickling.”
“That makes more sense,” Maddie replied. “I do have one question: is there some special reason why we need to try on dresses one at a time?”
“There’s a couple,” Wendy answered. “First off, I want to be able to give my full attention to each of you when you’re trying on dresses. Secondly, all of these dresses get special modifications, and they’re best done one at a time.”
“Why do I have a feeling that the special modifications give this store its tickling relation?” Jen rhetorically asked.
“I’m back, and I’ve got ten dresses for you to try on!” Desiree entered the room before Wendy could answer Jen. The owner of the store turned to Jen and directly addressed her, “Miss, I am very sorry for not doing this earlier, but I never asked your name?”
“It’s Jen, and that’s fine.” No longer trying to figure out why she was at this fancy store, Jen was now just happy to be trying on dresses.
“Thank you, Miss Jen; now, let’s see how your beautiful body looks in these,” Desiree announced.
“I can’t believe I’m wearing this,” Jen turned so she could see every angle of her in one of the Desiree-designed dresses. “It’s…”
“You look so stunning in that,” Maddie’s mouth was gaping in astonishment as she stood next to Jen and stared at the mirrors.
“You both have said that for all the dresses Jen’s tried on so far,” Wendy stated, amused by the best friends’ reactions to the fanciest of the Tickle Cartel’s dresses. “Do you have a favorite so far?”
“Umm, I think that Dress #5 hit all the right spots, but none of these would be a bad choice,” Jen declared after considering the seven dresses she had already tried on.
“I’ll be honest with you; I can’t pick out one that made you look the best,” Maddie faced Jen. “They all were… well, like I’ve been saying: they all make you look stunning. But I believe you when you say that Dress #5 was best. They did all have slightly different dimensions.”
“Would you like to try on Dress #5 again or finish going through the other three?” Desiree injected herself back into the conversation.
“Let’s finish trying them on, and then we can choose two or three to re-try on,” Jen quickly decided.
A little while later, Jen whittled down the initial ten dresses to Dress #5, Dress #9, and Dress #4. She tried each one on again, modeling them for longer than the first time. After a thorough examination of the three dresses, Jen announced, “I still think I like Dress #5 the most. It’s just got that perfect look.”
“I agree, although either of the other ones would have also been great choices,” Tickle Mistress Wendy agreed. “Now, Desiree, about modifications…”
“Jen, Dress #5 is definitely the right choice,” Maddie took Jen’s attention away from what Wendy was saying. “The other two were great, but you were right earlier: it hits all the right spots. The others just didn’t mesh quite right with your figure, even if they were close.”
“Thanks, Maddie; I’m glad you agree,” Jen’s voice sounded relieved that her best friend had the same opinion as her.
“…belly and curved around the sides,” the two friends heard the tail end of Wendy’s request. “If you go get your computer, we can work out a final sketch and then modify the dress.”
“What do you mean, belly and sides?” Jen wondered. “What exactly are you going to do to this?”
“We’re putting a custom cutout in it,” Desiree explained. “Almost all the dresses I sell end up having these in them, including all of Wendy’s.”
“Huh?” Jen was confused. “You’re going to cut a hole in it? It looks perfect already.”
“Trust me; it will look even better after we get the cutout in there,” Desiree proclaimed. “I can show you what it will look like before we make the cut, and you can see for yourself. I’ll be back in a minute with my computer.”
“Wendy, is a cutout really necessary?” Jen inquired, concern at the forefront of her voice.
“Yes, Jen, it is,” the Tickle Mistress made clear that the only debate would be about the size and shape of the cutout, not the existence of one. “Like Desiree said, all these fancy Tickle Cartel dresses get cutouts of ticklish spots in them. Most of the time, when the buyer’s most ticklish spot is on the upper body, like for both of you, the dress is modified to just show that spot. My dresses, on the other hand, expose different areas of my body. One dress shows off my right set of ribs and my right side, while another exposes my armpits and my entire belly. Tickling is somewhat common at the parties I was talking about, and tickle-spot-exposing dresses make it easier to give a playful tickle without risking ruining the dress.”
“Okay,” Jen’s voice indicated that she was concerned that the cutout would inherently ruin the dress. However, she understood that Wendy was insistent on getting these dresses with cutouts, so there was not much she would be able to do with her concerns. “What all did you want exposed with my dress? I didn’t hear everything.”
“Most of your belly and a bit of your sides,” Wendy replied. “It’s a bit hard to explain; I’ll let Desiree show you.”
“Did someone say my name?” Desiree returned just as Wendy was finishing up her answer to Jen’s question. “I’ve got the computer, and it will project on the mirrors. So, here’s what Jen looks like in the dress without any cutouts.” Even though they had been told that the mirrors would be displaying a picture, Jen and Maddie were still taken aback when it actually appeared. “And here’s the full view.” The store owner began to rotate the picture, showing everyone exactly what Jen looked like from every angle. “In case you two are wondering how this is happening, there are cameras around the dressing room. They’ve been recording you since you came in, including when you just had your crop tops on. That’s also how I’m going to be able to show you how you’ll look with the dress cut out. Don’t worry about privacy, though; once the cutout is made and the dress is given to the customer, all footage is deleted. Okay, let’s start to make a cut using Wendy’s initial suggestion.”
Jen and Maddie’s eyes were glued to the screen as Desiree used a pen to draw a line over the top of Jen’s dress-covered stomach on her laptop. It rounded down to a diagonal at the start of her right side, eventually turning back into a short straight line at Jen’s back. With a quick curve, the line headed back diagonally until it reached Jen’s waist. The pen slid across the waist and made its way to mirror the right-side cutout on the left side. “Woah, that’s cool,” Maddie was in awe as the dress material fell off the newly enclosed shape in the picture, exposing a very ticklish torso.
“Yeah, that’s really impressive,” Jen walked a little bit closer to examine her bare belly in the picture. She had not studied the tickle spot enough to know for sure that this was hers, but Maddie had tickled it enough to know, and she was not saying anything negative about it. “You know, I guess this does look pretty good. Will the dress have the same round edges everywhere like in the picture?”
“What you see is what you’ll get, but we can always change it if you want,” Desiree stated. “We have machines do the actual cutting so it is as precise as possible.”
“Maddie, I like it; what do you think?” Jen requested her best friend’s input. “Oh, and you, too, Wendy; what’s your opinion?”
“I think it exposes the perfect amount of skin for a good tickle for you, and it looks… stunning, in Maddie’s words,” Wendy got a quick laugh from everyone at the last statement.
“Yes, it does look stunning, but I want to see something,” Maddie turned back to Desiree. “Can we please see what it looks like if you move the starting point of the line away from Jen’s stomach closer to the back?”
“You want me to expose more skin, Maddie?” Jen teased, nudging Maddie’s shoulder.
“Why not?” Maddie nudged Jen right back as Desiree made the change. Once it was done, the three reexamined the dress. “Hmm, I think that might have been a mistake. It’s not terrible, but the first one was better.”
“Yeah, the cuts don’t seem to flow quite as well in this one,” Jen agreed. “I think that with the curve right at my side, it looks more natural.” With Wendy nodding along in the background, Desiree undid the change, leaving the three to study the first cutout some more. “How about we go up slightly, maybe an eighth of an inch, with the top edge? I think I have a little more tummy above what it shows.”
After the store owner made this change, everyone agreed that the slightly increased side and stomach exposure was a good idea. Maddie informed Jen that based on what she knew of Jen’s midriff, the cutout was pretty much at the top now. “I’ve got to say; I really like this version,” Maddie commented after advising Jen not to raise the cutout further.
“Yeah, I agree that it looks even better than without my belly showing,” Jen smiled as she spoke. Then, she turned to Desiree and asked, “Miss Desiree, you have the most experience in fashion. How do you think this makes me look?”
While Desiree was observing the modified dress up close, Wendy came up to Jen and whispered in her ear, “That was a great suggestion. I wasn’t sure how comfortable you would be with exposing all that skin in the dress, so I told Desiree to lower it at first. But you’re right; it looks much better with the higher cutout. And I know you will look perfect in this.”
“Yes, you will definitely make this look great,” Desiree turned back to Jen with a smile. “This dress has your name written on it, especially with the cutout. It says, ‘Tickle my tummy’, but also, ‘Look at me; I’m rocking this dress’. From what I can see, there’s really nothing that can be done to improve it.”
“Thanks!” Jen heartily thanked the store owner for her opinion. “I love it, and I think this is the one I want.”
“Wonderful!” Desiree smiled back at Jen. “Now, Wendy, you said we were getting a dress for Miss Maddie, too?”
“Yes,” Wendy responded, and Maddie barely suppressed a jump for joy.
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Chapter 21: Wendy's Guests, Day 2, Part 4
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Chapter 21: Wendy's Guests, Day 2, Part 2
The ride over to Tickle Mistress Wendy’s first surprise destination was silent. After being forced to put blindfolds on and then getting their hands restrained so the blindfolds could not come off, Jen and Maddie realized that Wendy was very determined to keep this secret until the last minute. They figured that Wendy would turn on the tummy ticklers for both of them at some point during the ride, and they did not want to encourage her to tickle them earlier by asking unwanted questions. While Maddie was one hundred percent sure that the T cart had methods to tickle her that she would hate, Jen did not know if there were Q-tips installed in the T cart’s tickling systems. However, she did not want to find out, so she kept quiet as Wendy drove. As it turned out, the driver opted not to tickle either passenger the entire ride.
Jen and Maddie felt the T cart gently pull to a stop after several minutes, and when they did not feel it begin driving again after a few minutes, they internally wondered if they were at their destination. However, with the engine still rumbling ever so slightly, they did not want to entice any tickling from Wendy, so they stayed silent. The Tickle Mistress stared at her blindfolded passengers for a little bit before quietly getting up and heading over to Maddie’s side. She sneakily got right beside Maddie before breaking the longstanding silence, “Maddie, why so quiet?”
“AHAHAHAHA WEHEHEHENDEHEHE!” Maddie broke into laughter as Wendy teased her tickle button with a light finger wiggle.
“But really, why so quiet?” the Tickle Mistress reiterated the question after removing her finger.
“You really wanted to keep the place we were going secret,” Maddie shyly responded, feeling the leather of the seat as she sunk back into it.
“Okay, well, we’re here!” Wendy awkwardly declared as she carefully removed Maddie’s blindfold. While the first passenger blinked her eyes and adjusted to the light, the Tickle Mistress went over and wiggled a finger in Jen’s bellybutton before similarly giving her back her sight. “Welcome to my first surprise!” the driver announced a few seconds after this as she opened her door and pressed the button to release the four bound hands.
“Desi… Desires Dressing?” Jen’s eyes fought the bright sun as she read the sign on top of the store that they were parked next to. “Did I read that right? There’s no tickling reference.”
“Yes, you read it right,” Wendy affirmed as Maddie shook her head. “This is one of the best high-end clothing stores in the Tickle Cartel. They never quite got on board with the whole tickling-themed name, and their brand took off quickly enough that they didn’t need to.”
“Oh,” Jen blinked a few more times as her eyes finished recovering from the transition to the mid-morning light. “Interesting.”
“Well, let’s go in!” Wendy ushered her two guests towards the store. A little confused at why they were going into a high-end clothing store, Jen and Maddie looked at each other, shrugged, and then followed the Tickle Mistress’ direction.
“Welcome to Desires Dressing; what can we do for you today?” an employee warmly greeted the three as they entered the store.
“We’d like to go to the dress section,” Wendy commandingly proclaimed.
“Of course, miss; please follow me,” the employee began leading them to another part of the store. “We have a wide selection of dresses designed…”
“Wendy, is that you?” a voice spoke up as the three headed towards their dressy destination.
“Desiree!” the Tickle Mistress turned around and spread her arms out.
“It’s so nice to see you again, Wendy!” the well-dressed woman, apparently named Desiree, gave Wendy a quick hug. “Lara, I’ll take care of this group. Wendy is one of our best customers.”
“Of course, Miss Desiree,” the other employee stated with a hint of defeat in her voice as she headed back towards the front of the store without a hefty commission.
“Wendy, it’s been far too long since I’ve seen you,” Desiree declared as she took over leading the three towards the dresses. “How have you been?”
“Busy, but it’s been a good type of busy,” Wendy responded. The two made small talk all the way to the dress section, leaving Jen and Maddie to tail behind them and wonder just how well the two other women knew each other. On the way, Jen and Maddie did learn that Desiree was the owner of Desires Dressing, but they still had no idea if Wendy was just a customer or if the two were friends outside of business.
“Here we are; what can I get you started with?” Desiree wondered when they finished the decently long trek to the dress section of her store.
“I actually came in because these two need dresses,” Wendy motioned to her silent guests, who both looked at her with surprise.
“We do?” Jen was perplexed. Both best friends had gotten dresses when they went to Cootchie Coverings with Wendy. “I thought we…”
“You need some dresses like this,” Wendy shut down Jen’s confused comment. “Now, which one of you wants to try on dresses first?”
“Jen can start,” Maddie volunteered Jen. She then whispered into Jen’s ear, “I went first with the interviews for the apartment; we’ll just switch off and on today. Also, I know we got dresses at Cootchie Coverings, but I guess Tickle Mistress Wendy really wants this.”
“Okay, I’ll go,” Jen faked some enthusiasm and gave Desiree a warm smile.
“Wonderful, I’ll go get some for you to try on,” Desiree gave Jen a thorough looking over and then smiled widely. “You three can go wait in the dressing room.”
After following Wendy to the dressing room, Jen asked, albeit with hesitation in her voice, “Wendy, why are we getting dresses here? You got us some at Cootchie Coverings.”
“These are fancier dresses,” Wendy was finally able to explain her reasoning to the two. “You two have been wonderful during your time with me, and Queen Mistress Heather has also taken a liking to you. If you attend any really formal events with either of us, the dress code of the event will require you to wear a high-end dress like this. Now, these events don’t happen too often, so I’m only going to get you one, but I want you two to have the chance to attend them.”
“Oh,” Jen and Maddie finally realized why they were brought here.
“Also, funny story that answers an earlier question of yours: this store was originally intended to be Desiree’s Dressings,” Wendy changed the topic. “But autocorrect kicked in when Desiree was getting her business cards, and it became Desires Dressings. When the brand grew quickly, Desiree decided that the name fit well enough. That’s the whole reason why this name has nothing to do with tickling.”
“That makes more sense,” Maddie replied. “I do have one question: is there some special reason why we need to try on dresses one at a time?”
“There’s a couple,” Wendy answered. “First off, I want to be able to give my full attention to each of you when you’re trying on dresses. Secondly, all of these dresses get special modifications, and they’re best done one at a time.”
“Why do I have a feeling that the special modifications give this store its tickling relation?” Jen rhetorically asked.
“I’m back, and I’ve got ten dresses for you to try on!” Desiree entered the room before Wendy could answer Jen. The owner of the store turned to Jen and directly addressed her, “Miss, I am very sorry for not doing this earlier, but I never asked your name?”
“It’s Jen, and that’s fine.” No longer trying to figure out why she was at this fancy store, Jen was now just happy to be trying on dresses.
“Thank you, Miss Jen; now, let’s see how your beautiful body looks in these,” Desiree announced.
“I can’t believe I’m wearing this,” Jen turned so she could see every angle of her in one of the Desiree-designed dresses. “It’s…”
“You look so stunning in that,” Maddie’s mouth was gaping in astonishment as she stood next to Jen and stared at the mirrors.
“You both have said that for all the dresses Jen’s tried on so far,” Wendy stated, amused by the best friends’ reactions to the fanciest of the Tickle Cartel’s dresses. “Do you have a favorite so far?”
“Umm, I think that Dress #5 hit all the right spots, but none of these would be a bad choice,” Jen declared after considering the seven dresses she had already tried on.
“I’ll be honest with you; I can’t pick out one that made you look the best,” Maddie faced Jen. “They all were… well, like I’ve been saying: they all make you look stunning. But I believe you when you say that Dress #5 was best. They did all have slightly different dimensions.”
“Would you like to try on Dress #5 again or finish going through the other three?” Desiree injected herself back into the conversation.
“Let’s finish trying them on, and then we can choose two or three to re-try on,” Jen quickly decided.
A little while later, Jen whittled down the initial ten dresses to Dress #5, Dress #9, and Dress #4. She tried each one on again, modeling them for longer than the first time. After a thorough examination of the three dresses, Jen announced, “I still think I like Dress #5 the most. It’s just got that perfect look.”
“I agree, although either of the other ones would have also been great choices,” Tickle Mistress Wendy agreed. “Now, Desiree, about modifications…”
“Jen, Dress #5 is definitely the right choice,” Maddie took Jen’s attention away from what Wendy was saying. “The other two were great, but you were right earlier: it hits all the right spots. The others just didn’t mesh quite right with your figure, even if they were close.”
“Thanks, Maddie; I’m glad you agree,” Jen’s voice sounded relieved that her best friend had the same opinion as her.
“…belly and curved around the sides,” the two friends heard the tail end of Wendy’s request. “If you go get your computer, we can work out a final sketch and then modify the dress.”
“What do you mean, belly and sides?” Jen wondered. “What exactly are you going to do to this?”
“We’re putting a custom cutout in it,” Desiree explained. “Almost all the dresses I sell end up having these in them, including all of Wendy’s.”
“Huh?” Jen was confused. “You’re going to cut a hole in it? It looks perfect already.”
“Trust me; it will look even better after we get the cutout in there,” Desiree proclaimed. “I can show you what it will look like before we make the cut, and you can see for yourself. I’ll be back in a minute with my computer.”
“Wendy, is a cutout really necessary?” Jen inquired, concern at the forefront of her voice.
“Yes, Jen, it is,” the Tickle Mistress made clear that the only debate would be about the size and shape of the cutout, not the existence of one. “Like Desiree said, all these fancy Tickle Cartel dresses get cutouts of ticklish spots in them. Most of the time, when the buyer’s most ticklish spot is on the upper body, like for both of you, the dress is modified to just show that spot. My dresses, on the other hand, expose different areas of my body. One dress shows off my right set of ribs and my right side, while another exposes my armpits and my entire belly. Tickling is somewhat common at the parties I was talking about, and tickle-spot-exposing dresses make it easier to give a playful tickle without risking ruining the dress.”
“Okay,” Jen’s voice indicated that she was concerned that the cutout would inherently ruin the dress. However, she understood that Wendy was insistent on getting these dresses with cutouts, so there was not much she would be able to do with her concerns. “What all did you want exposed with my dress? I didn’t hear everything.”
“Most of your belly and a bit of your sides,” Wendy replied. “It’s a bit hard to explain; I’ll let Desiree show you.”
“Did someone say my name?” Desiree returned just as Wendy was finishing up her answer to Jen’s question. “I’ve got the computer, and it will project on the mirrors. So, here’s what Jen looks like in the dress without any cutouts.” Even though they had been told that the mirrors would be displaying a picture, Jen and Maddie were still taken aback when it actually appeared. “And here’s the full view.” The store owner began to rotate the picture, showing everyone exactly what Jen looked like from every angle. “In case you two are wondering how this is happening, there are cameras around the dressing room. They’ve been recording you since you came in, including when you just had your crop tops on. That’s also how I’m going to be able to show you how you’ll look with the dress cut out. Don’t worry about privacy, though; once the cutout is made and the dress is given to the customer, all footage is deleted. Okay, let’s start to make a cut using Wendy’s initial suggestion.”
Jen and Maddie’s eyes were glued to the screen as Desiree used a pen to draw a line over the top of Jen’s dress-covered stomach on her laptop. It rounded down to a diagonal at the start of her right side, eventually turning back into a short straight line at Jen’s back. With a quick curve, the line headed back diagonally until it reached Jen’s waist. The pen slid across the waist and made its way to mirror the right-side cutout on the left side. “Woah, that’s cool,” Maddie was in awe as the dress material fell off the newly enclosed shape in the picture, exposing a very ticklish torso.
“Yeah, that’s really impressive,” Jen walked a little bit closer to examine her bare belly in the picture. She had not studied the tickle spot enough to know for sure that this was hers, but Maddie had tickled it enough to know, and she was not saying anything negative about it. “You know, I guess this does look pretty good. Will the dress have the same round edges everywhere like in the picture?”
“What you see is what you’ll get, but we can always change it if you want,” Desiree stated. “We have machines do the actual cutting so it is as precise as possible.”
“Maddie, I like it; what do you think?” Jen requested her best friend’s input. “Oh, and you, too, Wendy; what’s your opinion?”
“I think it exposes the perfect amount of skin for a good tickle for you, and it looks… stunning, in Maddie’s words,” Wendy got a quick laugh from everyone at the last statement.
“Yes, it does look stunning, but I want to see something,” Maddie turned back to Desiree. “Can we please see what it looks like if you move the starting point of the line away from Jen’s stomach closer to the back?”
“You want me to expose more skin, Maddie?” Jen teased, nudging Maddie’s shoulder.
“Why not?” Maddie nudged Jen right back as Desiree made the change. Once it was done, the three reexamined the dress. “Hmm, I think that might have been a mistake. It’s not terrible, but the first one was better.”
“Yeah, the cuts don’t seem to flow quite as well in this one,” Jen agreed. “I think that with the curve right at my side, it looks more natural.” With Wendy nodding along in the background, Desiree undid the change, leaving the three to study the first cutout some more. “How about we go up slightly, maybe an eighth of an inch, with the top edge? I think I have a little more tummy above what it shows.”
After the store owner made this change, everyone agreed that the slightly increased side and stomach exposure was a good idea. Maddie informed Jen that based on what she knew of Jen’s midriff, the cutout was pretty much at the top now. “I’ve got to say; I really like this version,” Maddie commented after advising Jen not to raise the cutout further.
“Yeah, I agree that it looks even better than without my belly showing,” Jen smiled as she spoke. Then, she turned to Desiree and asked, “Miss Desiree, you have the most experience in fashion. How do you think this makes me look?”
While Desiree was observing the modified dress up close, Wendy came up to Jen and whispered in her ear, “That was a great suggestion. I wasn’t sure how comfortable you would be with exposing all that skin in the dress, so I told Desiree to lower it at first. But you’re right; it looks much better with the higher cutout. And I know you will look perfect in this.”
“Yes, you will definitely make this look great,” Desiree turned back to Jen with a smile. “This dress has your name written on it, especially with the cutout. It says, ‘Tickle my tummy’, but also, ‘Look at me; I’m rocking this dress’. From what I can see, there’s really nothing that can be done to improve it.”
“Thanks!” Jen heartily thanked the store owner for her opinion. “I love it, and I think this is the one I want.”
“Wonderful!” Desiree smiled back at Jen. “Now, Wendy, you said we were getting a dress for Miss Maddie, too?”
“Yes,” Wendy responded, and Maddie barely suppressed a jump for joy.
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