Unexpected (lesbian story)

The changing mistake

*Violet's POV* (This is senior year of high school) 

"Okay turn around. I'm gonna change" Juliet said, grabbing the potential prom dress off the bed. I turned like she asked, and stared at the the pink wall of Juliet's bedroom. "Remind me again why you don't just go shopping for your prom dress like every other girl?" I asked, for the hundredth time. Juliet sighed irritably. "I told you. My mom said that I should try on some of the dresses in my closet first. She says there's no point in buying me a dress if I already have a perfectly usable one." I had to admit. Her mom had a point. Juliet had tons of dresses, just piled up in her closet. And she often modeled them all for me. I hated anything that had to do with clothes.  Aside from wearing them.  But if I wanted to hang out with Juliet today- which I did, I had to go through this. Again. I sighed, extremely bored. "Are you done yet?" I asked, turning before I was given an answer. Juliet, who was facing me, not realizing I'd turned around, was still busy changing. I froze, a shocked expression on my face. She hadn't even put on the dress. She was topless. And she wasn't wearing a bra either. "No I'm-" Juliet stopped mid-sentence, when she looked up and noticed me staring. Her breasts were huge. She had always been an early bloomer. She had started wearing bras late in the 3rd grade. But I had never known they were this big. I wanted to look away. I really did. But- I didn't. "Violet! Turn around! Don't look!" She squeaked, indignantly. I continued to stand there, staring at her breasts, unable to look away. "I-I- I uh- um- s-sorry" I stuttered, turning away. My cheeks were bright red. I could feel it. Juliet finished changing, then tapped me on the shoulder, notifying me that she was done. I turned. She stood there in a floor length, sparkly, light pink dress. (Pink is her signature color, if you couldn't tell) "I like it" I said, lamely. Juliet pursed her lips slightly. "Violet? Is there something you want to tell me? Because you know you can trust me with anything right?" She said, a concerned look on her face. I shook my head. "No..Is there something I should be telling you?" I asked, trying my best to seem confused. But we both knew what she was talking about. It isn't just every day that you stare at your friend's boobs for an extended period of time, unable to look away. "Violet" Juliet said softly. "If you like girls, I won't judge you. I mean, I wasn't expecting it. We always talked about having boyfriends and husbands, and kids.." She trailed off. "But I won't mind if you do." I shook my head vigorously. "I don't. I don't like girls. I was just surprised. That's all. I wasn't expecting it." Juliet gave me a skeptical look. "Right. Okay.." She said, raising her eyebrows. 

"GIRLS! DINNER'S READY! VIOLET? ARE YOU STAYING?" The sound of Juliet's mother's voice interrupted the awkward silence.  Juliet stared at me for a second longer, before answering for me. "YES! SHE IS. WE STILL HAVE MORE DRESSES TO TRY ON!" I groaned. Juliet grinned at me and laughed. "Alright let's go downstairs. Besides, there aren't THAT many left." I sighed. "That's what you said last time."