It truly was a magical day when Amy Anderson-Wooding was chosen as her town's Regatta Senior Princesses. It was the first year she had entered and was amazed that she had got the title. The regatta was an important date in the calendar for all the locals. For the young ladies taking part it was a really big deal, particularly if they won a title. Kirstie Boyce was chosen as the other senior princess, keeping her status from the previous year. They knew that in next year's event one of them might even become the Senior Queen. The crown this year had gone to Beth Platts, who the previous year had been the other senior princess. As girls they had often watched the event and wished they could enter and win, and now it had happened. The young ladies all knew of each other, as they had been entering the competition for the past few years. When they were telephoned they were reminded of the need to keep the news quiet! Failure to do so what strip them of the title and ban them from the event in the future.

When it came to the official announcement at the local regatta they were not the only three celebrating as the cameras clicked. Rachel Moon the former Queen, had became the Deputy Queen, with the Junior Queen title going to Danielle Chatterton, a newcomer. Once again the Charter Queen title went to Michelle McKeown. A new girl, Darcey O'Donnell was made the Junior Princess. Thus there were three new girls in the 'royal court' as it was nicknamed. It was smiles all around as their images were captured posing in their stunning white dresses. Those that won attended fitting of the dresses at a local wedding gown shop, which was owned by a lady who, not surprisingly, sat on the Committee. They resembled wedding dresses in their style, which made those wearing them feel all the more 'special.'

Becoming the Senior Queen was nearly every girl's dream in the town. But what the vast majority of people did not know was how the winners were chosen. Whilst anyone of the correct age could put herself forward, a special "Princess' Committee" decided the outcome. Those involved were sworn to secrecy. It had existed for many years and was the concept of the local postmistress, apparently keen to improve the standing of the town and give young ladies a moral boost. She had left in her will a substantial amount of money for the ongoing costs of the annual Carnival and Regatta. The tradition that admission to this exclusive committee was by invitation only remained as a condition. The original committee had consisted of herself and her 'Housekeeper' plus a few close female business associates within her social circle. The local vicar at the time was not to keen on the idea of men 'ogling' young women and feared for the moral welfare of those involved. His mind and that of his flock were put at rest when they found out that no men would be involved and that 'respectable' ladies of the correct standing were to be in charge.

For the young ladies winning it brought prestige for the following year. Opening charity events such as fetes and appearing in the local newspapers. For some it had become a springboard for a modelling or acting career. A few of former Queens and princess had remained in the town and done well for themselves. Winning seemed to open many doors, many of which were held by the all-important Princess' Committee. A generous bursary could also be applied for in the future by any of the winners. It could be used for furthering one's education or starting a business. Appointments were made for each young lady to arrive at the shop on separate occasions. These special fitting were to occur after closing, so as not to interfere with trade. The request seemed reasonable particarly as the shopkeeper loaned and fitted the dresses for free. So each winner turned up on a different evening so she could be measured. Doating mothers or elder sisters came along with the new girls for the first session. They were soon convinced by the owner that they need not be there. They were generally pleased to be able to leave and get on with more important things and not have to stay. They knew no harm could come to the young women just trying on a dress. All of the girls were embarrassed that their mothers of sisters insisted on coming along in the first place!

Once the girl's relative had gone, the door of the shop was locked and the shopkeeper led the girl into the spacious fitting room. It gave the impression of being much bigger than it actually was, due to the wall-to-wall mirrors. There even was a large mirror on the ceiling. Once inside the lady instructed the girl to undress whilst she went to obtain a few dresses of the approximate size. In each case the young ladies removed their outer clothing and were in the bra and knickers when the shopkeeper returned with an armful of white clothing. Danielle wasn't wearing her bra the particular day she visited the shop. It was hot day and her small breasts really didn't need a bra. She kept on her skimpy sleeveless cotton t-shirt and slipped off her shorts.

It wasn't a complete surprise for Danielle when she was asked to remove her top. Clearly the dress would not fit correctly over a t-shirt. It was however a shock for the other new girls when they came for their individual fittings and they too were instructed to remove their bras. In fact all the winners were not just made to remove their tops but all their clothing including shoes and socks! They caught glimpses of their nakedness in the all-revealing mirrors and Amy, Danielle and Darcey found themselves going interesting shades of pink!

Once naked the shopkeeper set about measuring them. She didn't seem to be at all phased by seeing them naked. Some of the girls were thinking about how they would love to have shared the embarrassing story with their best friends or even their close family. But they all remembered that everything about the competition was a secret.

The shopkeeper placed the clothing on a nearby rail. She then approached each naked young lady, clipboard in hand, and pulled her tape measure from around her neck. The board was placed on the red-carpeted floor as she knelt. She ordered each girl to stand upright with shoulders back and arms by their sides. From her kneeling position she quickly reached around the waist of the girl and placed her measure. Each one felt her warm breath on their tummies as she made the manouvour. Then she measured from their waist to the ground, instructing them to hold to top of the measure. No sooner had she scribbled down the measurement than her hand was manoeuvring the measure between their legs. Her index finger rested on each girl's crutch whilst it held the measure. The side of her knuckle seemed to rest naturally between each girls' exposed labia. Each girl gave out a light gasp but before they could say a word, move or complain the hand was whisked away. Next she was standing in front of them. The measure once again manoeuvred around their torsos. This time her face lent on theirs as she got the measure into position. It was pulled tight under their breasts and the measurement called out with the instruction to remember it. Next it was pulled into place onto their bare breasts so as to get the cup size. The back of her fingers moved slowly and almost deliberately over their smooth naked breasts as she adjusted the measure. One final adjustment to guide the tape onto the nipples, her fingertips gently brushing over them, and the measurement was again called out. Next feet were measured and heights taken. In less than ten minutes she had expertly carried out her task.

She then rummaged through the various items on the clothing pile. The girl was handed a white strapless bustier of the correct size. This, it was explained would embellish their figures in all the correct places, giving them more defined waists and larger busts. None of them had ever tried on such a thing before but they had seen pictures of them in magazines. The shopkeeper assisted them to put on the garment and pull the laces into place. The girls were grateful to have a piece of clothing on to cover their embarrassment, even if it was a bit weird. The half-cup design of the bustier pushed their breasts upward allowing a fair amount of bare flesh to be exposed. Where mother nature had not been too generous padding was built in.

The new girls presumed that matching white knickers or a thong would be provided. But there was no mention of these items. Instead white stockings were presented along with a small white suspender belt. The shopkeeper provided a nearby chair and assisted them to put on the items along with suitable pair of shoes. The girl was now ready to try on the dress. Each one gently stepped into the expensive and delicate dress. It was then pulled up, positioned and fasted by the shopkeeper. Each girl was then told to stand on the chair so it could be observed and fitted. The shopkeeper went to work with pins and after about 15 minutes they were told to step down.

The shopkeeper then helped them out of the dress which was then carefully hung on the nearby rail with their name attached to the garment. She then returned and assisted the young ladies out of their bustier, followed by their shoes, stockings and lastly their tiny suspenders. Each item was carefully hung up on a labelled hanger. She left them standing still for a few moments before informing the girl they could get dressed, as she left the fitting room pulling the small rail behind her.

Each new girl hurriedly pulled on her clothing eager to cover up her young exposed body. Once back in the shop they each girl was informed of the time of her next appointment in about a weeks' time, then escorted to the door, as though nothing had occurred. The door was unlocked and they were each politely but firmly reminded not to speak about what had occurred. The young ladies told no one of the strange events they had experienced even though they all thought it strange. In answer to any question about the fitting or the dress they just relied it was 'OK' and changed the subject.

It was one of the Senior Princesses, Amy Anderson-Wooding, who was the first young lady to return some eight days later for her next fitting. She rang the doorbell and was invited in by the shopkeeper. She was instructed to go straight through to the fitting room. To her amazement there were four women sitting in the room. As she entered, looking a little startled, they stood up and each one took it in turns to introduce themselves. They, along with the shopkeeper, were the secretive Princess' Committee. Amy felt herself gulp and said how pleased she was to meet them. She was particularly amazed that she had won anything. Like many young women she lacked confidence about her appearance for no good reason.

She was delighted to hear when the women explained that they all had skills that would help her. For example, one lady was a hairdresser and beautician another owned a health club and gym. The other two did not say what skills they had but it was explained that she would find out in due course. Amy felt very special indeed to have all this expertise offered to her. She was sure that she recognised the youngest woman, who was in her early twenties, as Katharine Whyte, the Senior Queen from a couple of years ago. They sat back down on their line of chairs as the shopkeeper led Amy over to the cloths rail containing her dress and other garments.

She was now standing with the rail between her and the assembled committee members who occasionally whispered to each other behind their hands. Whilst the shopkeeper was very formal and prim in her manner the other members of the committee seemed friendlier and even gave the occasional smile. One woman in her thirties even winked!

The shopkeeper told her to undress. Amy shyly turned away from the woman. She removed her t-shirt, causing her straight long blonde hair to fall over her face. She parted it with her fingers so she could see. Next she kicked off her trainers and tugged down her jeans. She remembered from the previous week that she must be naked for the fitting. Even the thought of it made her blush but she took a deep breath and reached behind her back. She unclasped the lacy white bra and slipped it down her arms and placed it onto her pile of clothing. Lastly she took her white tanga-style pink knickers by the waistband and glided them down and off. It was whilst bending over that she caught a glance of the mirrored image of her naked bottom. She realised that the small audience of women had also had a similar view and had in fact been able to observe her undressing. Thus the clothes rail had done nothing to hide her modesty.

The shopkeeper handed her a black garment. Amy was quick to take it. On handling it she realised it had an unusual feel. On inspection it was made of a shiny plastic material and looked a bit like a leotard. She didn't have much time to think anymore before the pushy shopkeeper was assisting her in stepping into it. It was a tight fit and accentuated her curvaceous figure. Unlike the other new girls she had well-formed breasts, a rounded behind and well-defined waist and hips. The black PVC body suit showed off her assets to the full along with her shapely legs. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and wondered who it was for a second! She felt herself flushing a little but soon overcame the initial shock.

Amy was then lead out for the committee to see. Katherine, the former Queen, stood up and walked around the new recruit. Amy tried to remain still and to appear unphased. But was hard to appear normal when wearing such a weird piece of clothing. Amy found herself staring at her reflection and analysing each part of her PVC-clad torso. Below the wide shoulder straps was a set of eyelets which transversed each breast, complete with black laces. In fact the garment had a number of black laces and eyelets, including one set, which started by the navel and disappeared under the crotch. Just why they had made her wear this and whether they laces were just for show were questions which Amy asked herself, as the women ogled her and whispered to each other. Katherine complimented her on her good figure and then gave her a peck on the cheek. This put Amy at ease a little. She tried to be mature about the situation. After all she was showing less flesh than she did on the beach.

Whilst the committee were observing Amy, the shopkeeper had left the changing room. She now returned and to Amy's amazement had Kirstie Boyce, the other senior princess with her. Also in tow was Rachel Moon that year's deputy Queen and former Queen. Both were wearing red silk dressing gowns. Amy smiled as they approached. They seemed pleased to see her and embraced her in a group hug, planting kisses on her cheeks. Amy almost forgot her weird costume for a moment as they exchanged pleasantries.

Kirstie then steeped back a couple of paces and looked straight at them with a wry smile and a tilt of the head. She then pulled the bow free on her dressing gown allowing it to fall open. Underneath could be clearly seen a red version of the same kinky outfit. Rachel then stepped aside, pulled back her long blonde hair and pulled open her gown. She too was wearing the same garment only in turquoise blue. The gowns fell to the floor and Amy realised her jaw had dropped and that she was staring at Kirstie. Before she could say a word Rachel took her arm and pulled her gently toward her. She then planted a passionate kiss on her lips. She was then spun around and Kirstie did the same.

What happened next left Amy's mind in a complete whirl. Just why she did nothing to complain as Kirstie held her firmly around her waist from behind? Just how her wrists were bound behind her so quickly? Why did she not protest as Rachel vigorously began yanking at the laces on the chest of the PVC bodysuit?