Sophia had gotten one pink leg on and was already in trouble. Her stocking was thinner than Lia's. It rolled instead of sitting flat. It caught at her knee, then at her thigh, and would not stay where she put it.
"Mine is doing something else. It's catching."
Lia walked over. The floor was cool under her feet. The black stocking moved with her thighs, and the crotch panel rubbed her with every step.
Sophia's eyes dropped to that movement before she could stop them. Lia took the pink edge out of her hands.
"Hold still. Yours is thinner. If you yank it, it's going to twist."
She pulled slowly.
The pink mesh slid up Sophia's thighs and settled over the white panties with almost no weight.
Sophia made a small sound and closed her fingers on Lia's wrist, then let go.
The cloth was so fine that the white triangle between her legs showed immediately.
