"This wasn't such a good idea." She kept repeating to herself in her mind as she just stared at the mirror with the most uncertain look she could ever manage. The black and red satin and silk clung to her form, complimenting her dark fur as it hid little to her embarrassment. It was a clear difference from her usual coveralls and t-shirt, or even just a sweat shirt and some jeans, which she preferred over anything these days. But with some coaxing, dragging, and the occasional bribery of something for the effort in the end, she found herself in that changing room in an outfit that revealed more than she cared to admit.

"C'mon out, Ronnie, you been hiding in there for 20 minutes. It can't be that bad!" She heard them call out for her beyond the curtain.

She had to swallow her pride and her fear. It was just a few minutes showing this, then she can slip back into those coveralls. That's it. She took one more look at the mirror as she could see the outfit hug those thick curves, almost perfectly filling the outfit in ways she'd never expect. She hoped it just wouldn't work, and here it was working too well. Swallowing hard, she grit her teeth as she stepped out, the redness on her snout was becoming impossible to hide.

What tried to be a sensual reveal ended in an awkward moment of attempted modesty.

"This -really- was a bad idea." She thought again, not even daring to ignore the appreciative whistle her way.

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Okay, maybe I had more fun than I should commissioning this pic. Ronnie was never meant to be the overtly sexual type, but sometimes she can be found in situations like these by friends that perhaps care for her a bit more than she knows. I pity the fool who convinced her to do this, the end result isn't going to be pretty.

Ronnie 'Wrench' ©  Chances
Art by  AmberCoyote