Chelsie Mall Used Store: She agrees to the plan.

From Create Your Own Story

Status
Condition	Enjoying herself	Apparel and Items: Red heels, white socks, Purse
Day, Time	Saturday, 8:13am
Need to Use the Bathroom	None
Level of Humiliation	Anxious

Picking the towel up, Chelsie held it in front of her and decided not to tie it off. She'd need to be quick at the counter, and the old lady would probably notice if she began fumbling with a knot. This meant that her rear would be exposed to anyone who looked into the store. The thought gave her a little thrill.

The heels caused her hips to sway ever so slightly as she made her way up to the counter, the towel clutched against her chest. The old woman smiled at her.

"You find it okay?"

"Yes, thank you. These shoes are a good fit."

"Glad to hear it. We haven't got a return policy, but if you get fed up of them we can always buy them back."

"Actually, while we're on the subject of selling... I bought a towel at the big store upstairs?"

"Yes, I know the one."

"Well I lost my receipt and they won't give me my money back. Do you by any chance buy towels?"

"We do actually, yes. Is that it you're holding...?"

"Uh, yes." Chelsie replied.

The old woman reached out to take it. Chelsie handed it to her, and as soon as it left her grasp she crouched down on the floor.

"Oh?!" the woman cried. "Did you fall down dearie? Are you okay?"

"Fine, fine!" Chelsie replied, feeling panicky. She was in the middle of a store wearing nothing but heels! "I just saw a mark on my shoes, just wanted to take a look at it."

"Oh. Well... I'll price up this towel for you then."

Chelsie crouched there behind the counter as the old woman began pressing buttons on the till. Her eyes darted nervously towards the front of the store, wondering when somebody would enter to find her in this bizarre situation.

"I can give you six dollars for it." the old woman said.

"That sounds good." Chelsie lied. "Just out of curiosity... does anything in this store cost six dollars? Like in women's clothing?"

The old woman sucked her teeth. "I think we might have some things... the women's stuff is near the shoes, dearie, so you go and take a look. I'll just put this towel in the back."

The old woman left the counter for a small room behind it, leaving Chelsie alone and naked in the store. She couldn't run in heels, but as quickly as she could sway she moved for the safety of the women's rack.

Does she see anything?

Chelsie Mall Six Dollars: A pair of formal, elbow-length gloves.

Chelsie Mall Six Dollars: A tattered looking silk blouse.

Chelsie Mall Six Dollars: A worn out one-piece swimsuit.

Chelsie Mall Six Dollars: A button-up dress with no buttons.

Chelsie Mall Six Dollars: A jar of body paint.

Chelsie Mall Six Dollars: Nothing - Uses the opportunity to slip away unnoticed.