Dorsai - Jan

"Yes?"

"We're all wearing our favorite nightgowns, and we can't decide which one is sexiest."

"And?"

"And we were hoping you could help us by being a judge for a contest."

"What makes you think I'd be a fair judge? After all, I'm Jan's kind-of adopted uncle."

"We talked about that, and Jan says she knows you wouldn't pick what she's wearing just because it's her. But she said she's willing to not be in the contest, if it would make you feel better."

"But if she isn't in it, that's not fair to her, then, is it?"

"No, I guess not."

"Okay, I'll be the judge – IF you can find another way for me to judge the nightgowns without judging the girl inside."

I could see that kind of threw her, but she agreed, and went back to the rest of them. I didn't figure they would be able to find a way out of that, and that I was off the hook, and went back to my book. There was a lot of muttering and whispering, and much to my surprise, she was back a few minutes later with a proposal.

"Dan?"

"You characters figure something out? What is it?"

She giggled a bit and said, "We talked about it, and Kelly had the idea that we could each wear all the different outfits."

"How would that work?"

"Well, we're all pretty close in size, so they should all fit okay. What we thought was that we could all line up, and you would look us over.

Then we'd all go back, change, and line up again. We'd do that until all of us had worn every one else's stuff, and then you could let us know which one you liked best."

Much to my surprise, it actually sounded reasonably fair – and more than a little fun for me.

Behind her, I could see the rest of the girls were anxiously watching to see what my reaction would be – except for the couple that were in the flannel jobs, who looked a little disappointed.

"What about the girls in the long nightgowns? Do they want to sit it out, or do they want to participate?"

The question seemed to surprise her a bit, and she went back to the group so they could talk it over. A few moments later, she was back, telling me "Um, they want to be in it, too, but don't think their gowns would look right in the line."

"Okay, how about this: it goes like you said, except that whichever girls are wearing the flannel just stay out of the line? They can wait back in Jan's room or sit off to the side, or wherever they want to, as long as they're not actually in the line."

She perked up a bit at that, and headed back to the group again. More discussion, some whispering, and she was back, saying "That's a good idea, and everybody agrees. We decided that whoever is wearing the flannel should sit on the couch, so they can see, but so that they don't interfere with the judging. Is that okay?"

"Suits me. You all get it worked out, and let me know when you're ready to start. But just to be fair, I'm going to identify the sets and keep score on paper. What are the rules?"

"Um, just that you look at all the gowns, and decide which one you think is sexiest, I guess."

"I think it would be fair if there was a time limit for each judging session – say two minutes? – before you all change."

"Uh, how about making it 5 minutes?"

"I can live with that. If you're really serious about this, though, you should do it so that the gowns are the important part." I knew by now that the gowns were the least important part of it to them, but I'm willing to play along.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, they should be in the same order each time, from my left to my right, and you should figure out how to get in here and back out without having me look at one gown more than the rest. You understand?"

"Yeah, I think so. The first gown that comes in should be the first gown that goes out, right?"

"That's the idea, yeah."

"Okay, that sounds right; we'll do it that way."

"Fine, you squirrels get it organized while I get some paper to write on."

With that, I went into the living room, where I knew Paul kept a notepad to write on, and got it, along with a pen.

When I got back, they were still in the living room, but Jan had moved up to take the lead. I looked at her inquisitively, and she explained "We decided that you should go ahead and make your notes about the gowns now, before the competition, so that the first session doesn't take too long."

"Okay, Trouble, that seems pretty fair. How do we do it?"

"I'm going to introduce you to my friends, so you know who they are, and you can make your notes. When you're done with each girl, she will go back into my room. When we're all there, we'll change, and that will be the start of the competition."

"Works for me. Who's up first?"

"This is Kelly, my best friend in the whole world. We've known each other since I was, like, five years old."

Kelly was a brunette, about 5' 6", an olive complexion, straight black hair cut short, and the most beautiful hazel eyes I'd ever seen.

Slightly more buxom than Jan, she also had soft curves, as opposed to Jan's more angular and slender shape. She was wearing a pale yellow baby-doll type top that just barely reached her navel, and matching panties. I could see (or thought I could, which is just as good) the dark smudge of her pubic hair, and the dark circles of her nipples underneath her outfit. I made my notes, looked up at her, and asked, "So you're the genius that figured this system out, huh?" She blushed a bit, but didn't say anything, so I told her "Well, that's pretty good thinking. When you get old enough, come see me about a job – I can always use someone as smart as you." That seemed to embarrass her even more, and she quickly made her getaway.

Jan next introduced Robyn, who stood about the same height as Kelly.

With red hair, freckles, and green eyes, she was a delight. Robyn was slender, which made her slightly fuller bust seem even larger than it was. She was decked out in a pale green teddy that came down to just above her pelvis, with small nubs where her nipples were. Her panties were the same color, and appeared to be French cut; I could just make out the general size and density of her pubic bush. I told her it was nice to meet her, and she was off to Jan's room, as well.

Next up was Candice, wearing flannel. Almost platinum blonde hair that she wore to the middle of her back, and gray eyes that I wanted to fall into, I couldn't tell much about her shape.

Kim was the next contestant. Eurasian by the look of her, she had straight, black hair pulled back into a short ponytail, brown eyes, and a smile that would light up any room she was in – an absolute doll.

Maybe 5' 4" tall, she was slender, but softly curved. Wearing an off-white lace-looking top that ended about the middle of her small, firm ass, I could easily see where her dark areolas were. Her bottoms were of similar, but slightly denser material; but it was still easy to see that she had a small, neatly shaped patch of black pubic hair. Again with the introductions, and she was gone.

I next met Kathy, the statuesque (well, for 15, anyway) blonde semi-goddess that had approached me about doing the 'fashion show'.

Following her was Sandra, at about 5' 8" tall the tallest of the bunch.

Butter blonde hair worn straight to her shoulders, breasts about the size of half-softballs capped with pale pink areolas and nipples. I could tell because she had on an incredibly sheer white shortie top. I was frankly surprised that she had the nerve to wear it in front of me – and looked forward to seeing the rest of them in it, as well. Around her hips, she was wearing a pair of tap pants that gently hugged the delightful curve of her ass. Unfortunately, they were loose enough that I really couldn't tell much about her pubic area.

The other flannel girl turned out to be Susan, with short curly dark hair, rosy cheeks, and turquoise blue eyes. Looking to be ever so slightly plump, I could tell from the way the flannel fell between her breasts that though not large, they were nicely rounded.