9. Dressing Room

Tiffany looked at her watch for the nth time before she threw herself on the couch at the dressing room.

"Aren't you done already?" She called, since she was getting tired of waiting.

"Just a second," Yuri answered, "I'm still trying to assimilate how I look with this."

The older girl chuckled at her girlfriend's reaction. She knew wearing that kind of clothes definitely weren't Yuri's styles, but since it was a request for a new photo shoot, she had no option but to try it.

"I bet you look ridiculously hot with them, just get out, I want to see you."

Yuri hesitated. What she looked on the mirror was something she tried one time, for a Vogue photo shoot. She kinda liked it, but it wasn't her favorite. Now, she had to dress up as a boy in order to another one.

She fixed her white shirt, being sure it went well with her skinny black jeans. It was well until there, it was how she normally dresses, after all. Her biggest doubt was putting the wig on, so she decided not to.

"Come on, Yuri. It can be that bad." Tiffany whined again.

She knew her girlfriend would look really hot, so she couldn't help but get anxious.

"Alright, alright," Yuri answered, "I'm going out."

Tiffany stood up, but she regretted it inmediately once her stunning girlfriend walked towards her.

With a pout on her lips, a leather jacket resting on her shoulder and that shy smile of hers, she was too hot for Tiffany to resist.

"Gosh, Yuri, you look amazing."

"I don't know. I kinda like these clothes but I'm not sure about the wig. Besides, I don't know how about the other ones, there's a lot of clothes to try yet."

Tiffany walked towards her and wrapped her arms around her neck, it with her nose.

"Let's go in again," she said, while smirking, "I'd love to see you with those other clothes... and without them."

Yuri blushed furiously while being dragged in again by her playful girlfriend.