Sinead rushed Ellie out of their apartment and ordered a car to take them to the mall. Her friend Adelle ran a high end lingerie store and it would be the perfect place to further mould Ellie to her liking.
As Ellie walked into the shop she immediately felt out of her comfort zone. She was surrounded by lace, silk and satin in a rainbow of colours. To her, underwear had always been a practicality, bought in bulk packs at the discount store, but as she spied the racks and drawers she saw thongs, corsets, see through bras, garter belts and fishnet stockings that she didn't know existed or had any idea on how to wear.
"Now Ellie dear, Adelle here will help you out to get rid of your childish underwear and start the process of making you feel like a woman. First up though, she's going to need to measure you to make sure we have the right sizes," Sinead instructed.
Ellie stood frozen in uncertainty, not sure what to do as the brunette store owner approached her with a tape measure in hand. She felt even more confused as the attractive lady let out a sigh of combined frustration and amusement.
"As good at my job as I am, I can't measure you through those clothes - strip down for me and we'll get started," Adelle barked at the teen.
Ellie looked around at Adelle and Sinead staring at her. She didn't want to upset Sinead, so tried to project an air of certainty and create the illusion she had gone boutique lingerie many times before. She raised her t-shirt up over her head, stepped out of her shoes and started to slide her jeans down her slim legs.
"Well most of my customers would usually wait until they had the privacy of the changeroom before stripping off, but if you want to do it here so be it," laughed Adelle.
Ellie froze in embarrassment. She wanted to cry but again knew that might give Sinead the impression she was only a child and not mature enough to serve her internship, and she desperately wanted to do that and find meaning in her life.
Adelle smirked at Sinead, amazed at what was happening before her. "Take your bralette off so I can measure you up, but leave those hideously plain knickers on for now, you clearly enjoy showing off in front of people and we don't need you dripping pussy juice everywhere."
Ellie felt her cheeks redden in shame. She was naturally shy and private, finding ways to avoid changing in front of her classmates so as to reduce the chances of bullying and teasing of her small breasts and flat bottom. Now she had stood naked in front of two women on two separate occasions in the past two hours.
Her embarrassment only increased as Adelle placed the tape measure around her chest. The cold tape on her warm skin caused her nipples to stiffen by reflex, a point not unnoticed by both older women observing the teen.
The store owner then removed the tape and and cupped her small breasts in both her hands, nodding and humming as she did. Occasionally she would give a gentle squeeze. Ellie had never had a proper bra fitting before so just assumed this was part of the process.
"Sinead, I think I've got my measurements, but I know you've always fancied yourself as a bit of an expert, would you like to take at guess at her size?," smirked Adelle.
Sinead picked up on the hint immediately and wasn't going to miss her first opportunity to feel up her young apprentice. She quickly rubbed her hands together and then similarly placed them on Ellie's pert chest, growing in confidence to gently massage the small mounds until the girl let out a small, involuntary moan.
"Well arguably she could make do with an A cup if she was wider, but given she has such a slim frame, I think a smaller band measurement, maybe a 28, but a B cup. Plus, look at these nipples," Sinead added, seemingly ignoring that Ellie was right there as she rolled her now erect nipples between her finger and thumb, "they're so long I think she could almost need an extra cup size just for them!"
The two older women laughed out loud, but secretly were both amazed at how subservient the girl was. Adelle decided to push the envelope and see how far she could take it.
"Now Ellie, drop those awful knickers and let's get you into some real woman panties," she said. "If you're going to be working for Sinead then you need to be sophisticated so let's find something that screams working girl."
Sinead laughed at the double entendre, knowing that poor Ellie would interpret it as a girl who was working, but Sinead knew if things turned out right the teen would very much look like the traditional meaning of a working girl.