Jeans, T-Shirt, Hoodie, Bra, Panties, Sneakers, Socks
From Create Your Own Story
| Status | ||
| Condition | Enjoying herself | Apparel and Items: Jeans, T-Shirt, Hoodie, Bra, Panties, Socks, Sneakers, Purse |
| Day, Time | Saturday, 8am | |
| Need to Use the Bathroom | None | |
| Level of Humiliation | None | |
Chelsie smiled to herself as she surveyed the mall's shopfronts, stretching off into the distance, where more great corridors went their separate ways. Smiling to herself, she was about to choose a shop to go to when a dreaded voice echoed through her mind.
You know, while the mall is deserted is the perfect time to have some fun.
"Oh, God, not you again. Just shut up!" The voice had already been whispering to her that morning, trying to convince her to do various things. First, it had been going down the hall to shower naked, then masturbating in the shower. When she had gone back to her room, wrapped in her towel, her alter-ego had tried to convince her to wear just it, and when that didn't work, to wear something revealing instead. Each and every time, she had resisted, but it was getting much harder. The final battle, in which her alter-ego had tried to get her to just leave her shirt and panties behind, was one she had just barely won.
Come on. We haven't had any fun in over a week. It'll feel great!
"No." Chelsie tried to impart some steel into her words, but her will was wearing thin, something which her alter-ego was capitalizing on mercilessly.
Look, just let your hair down, relax. Take a few things off. You've got to be hot in that hoodie anyway. I'll even leave you alone for a bit. The more you take off, the more I leave you be.
"I-I, no, that...sounds boring." Chelsie groaned inwardly, realizing she had just made the fatal slip. She'd be lucky to recover from this.
Hey, we can make a game of it. For every shop you visit, you take something off. No cheating and buying things you can put on later.
Chelsie was silent for a moment, then her alter-ego input another idea, sounding even more excited.
Or how's this for an idea? You masturbate to orgasm somewhere in the mall. For every 15 minutes you take getting to it, you remove and destroy an article of clothing.
"I hate you." The ire in Chelsie's voice was barely contained, but lacked the venom she desired. Instead, a faint buzz of arousal was coursing through her, She was going to have to make a decision, and one she didn't like, if she didn't want to lose all control of the situation.
So what's her choice?
