Life as a good little girl/Buy some new shoes as a slut
From Create Your Own Story
"Yeah, I definitely need shoes," you reply, trying to ignore Tiffany's 'fun' suggestion. "I can't walk around without anything on my feet."
Tiff looks you up and down with a huge smile. "That's what you're most worried about?"
You twist one of your heels bashfully. You know that you're practically naked and you would love nothing more than to buy the biggest bulkiest coat you could find, despite the heat. But you're also trying your damnedest to keep your cool about it. You can't disappoint Tiffany, especially if she's jealous.
Grabbing you by the arm Tiff boisterously skips through the mall with you in tow. You try to skip in time with her but your sarong blows about with little effort making that a dangerous choice. The mall isn't particularly busy, but you're getting enough people staring and pointing as it is. Meanwhile Tiff is chatting your ear off, admiring your inner slut and how she could never wear what you're wearing, until she points to a store up ahead.
"We HAVE to go here!"
"Oh? What do they have?"
"Not what... who!"
Tiff drags you inside and you immediately tense up. This store is much busier than where you came from, and it doesn't have any clothing racks or large displays to block a person's vision. You can see everyone else in the store, which means they can all see you as well!
"Jaydan!" Tiff yells, drawing a lot of attention. You turn your head to the wall full of shoes next to you, trying to pretend that a dozen people aren't currently looking in your direction. A moment later you see someone enter your peripheral vision.
"Who is this, Tiff?"
Swallowing hard, you look up to see an athletic teenage guy has stopped in front of you. He's wearing an open button-up black shirt and a tight white tank under it. He's not really muscular but very trim, and very good looking. Looking lower you see a pair of well fitting jeans and some very expensive brand-new sneakers.
"This is my good friend Stephi," she says with a squeeze, "and she is very concerned with covering up her feet!"
He's so well dressed while you're extremely under-dressed. You have a hard time making eye contact with this gorgeous looking boy. He has to be at least 15 and... you can't believe he's seeing you like this!
"Nice to meet you, Stephi. I can help with that! What are you looking for?"
"Heels!" Tiffany answers for you. "Stilettos!"
"Wow, alright. What's your size?"
"F-four..." you mumble.
Jaydan's eyebrows raise in surprise "Size four? Like the kid's size?"
"Aww, you're adorably itty-bitty!" Tiffany says, running her hands over you suggestively.
Jaydan's eyes roam your body as he drifts backwards. "I'll... just have to check the size chart."
You collapse down onto a bench in embarrassment, dropping your head into your hands.
"Isn't he amazing!" Tiff says, sitting next to you. "I can't wait for highschool! I think he's a bit of a boy scout though. What'd you think of him?"
You straighten up and toss your hair back trying to collect your confidence.
"He's n-nice."
"Nice? Just nice? Then what's this here?"
Tiff reaches out her hand. You follow it as it gets closer to your chest. Then you spot the target. Your small nipples are pokier than normal, pointing out even further than before between the mesh that's 'covering' you. It's probably just from being exposed like this, you tell yourself. Although your friend doesn't care either way. Tiffany pinches your sensitive nipple causing you to squeak in shock, your palms quickly slapping against your chest.
"I bet you're wet too!" Tiffany adds, pulling up on the side of your sarong.
You bat at Tiff's hand which only causes her to giggle. But then you notice that the gap in your sarong has twisted further to the front. You can see the entire front of one of your thighs!
Standing abruptly, you spin the sarong until the gap is behind you. You'd rather keep your cunny covered if at all possible. Of course you question that the moment you sit down and can feel the leather bench seat on either side of your butt crack.
