Life as a good little girl/Talk to the teen at the till
From Create Your Own Story
You figure the teenage girl behind the counter can help you. There's certainly no better person to ask.
"Excuse me?" you say timidly as you walk up to the counter.
"Mmm?" The well-dressed older girl barely acknowledges you, merely glancing up from her phone. But she ends up doing a double take, looking you up and down before eventually putting her phone away. "That's quite an outfit you've put together."
"Oh, no, no, this is just for my friend."
"Ah!" she replies with a smirk. "So you're looking for something sexy?"
You look down at yourself, tugging on your skirt again. "I... guess so."
"Well I'm sure he'll like it, but you probably shouldn't be shooting for 'grade school' easy."
Who is 'he'? You're looking for Tiff. "Um, yeah. Actually, I was hoping you could help me look fo-"
"Of course!" The girl smiles, moving out from behind the counter. "I'd be happy to help!"
You breath a sigh of relief. "Thank you... Emma," you reply, reading her name tag.
"My pleasure! How long have you known each other?" she asks, leading you back to the changing rooms.
"Oh, um, since Christmas."
"Really?! I held out for a year, and I was worried I was being too easy!" chuckles Emma. "Well good for you! He's a lucky boy!"
You smile politely, not entirely understanding what she's rambling about. "So where should we start looking for my fr-"
"You leave it to me, darling. I think I know your size. Just hop in there and strip down. You can kick that outfit under the door."
"My... my clothes?" you squeak back, looking down at yourself again before Emma shoos you into an open stall.
"I'm so glad you're here. Today's been a total bore, until now!"
This isn't the help you were looking for, but maybe this is a good way to pass the time until Tiff gets back. She's bound to come back eventually. Besides, Emma seems to have good taste. If she wants to help you find some new outfits you can probably trust her judgement.
You obediently wiggle your way out of what Tiffany picked for you and toss it outside of your changing room as Emma instructed. Once again you are standing completely naked in a clothing store, although this time you have nothing to put on. You wait patiently for Emma to return with nothing but your reflection to keep you company. You stare at your body in the mirror, examining every inch of yourself, idly tossing your hair, poking at your nipples, rubbing at your sex. You're not really in public here - after all, you have three walls and a door protecting you - but you still feel quite naughty being utterly naked inside the mall with nothing to cover your body. You're not sure if masturbating will make it better, but you want to all the same. You slowly close your eyes as you glide over your slit.
"Here we ar- oh!"
Emma had opened up the door to your room only to find you in your current state; completely naked and touching yourself! She probably expected you to be wearing underwear. You spin towards her dramatically. Lifting your hands to cover your mouth you freeze up, only managing to clench your teeth and bring your knees together before becoming immobilized.
"I... you... sultry or daring?" asks Emma, flustered. She looks almost as embarrassed as you feel, but she's still staring at you. You should probably answer her:
