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Subject: {ASSM} Shoplifter (M/g, menstruation, pedo but no sex)
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Date: Wed, 13 Jun 2007 09:10:02 -0400
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 	The attitudes and actions expressed in this story do not in any 
way reflect the author's opinions on women.  The author is against sexual 
exploitation of all children.  He supports erotic fiction involving 
children.  No children are hurt or exploited by mere words.
 	Please visit http://documents.espana2000.com/ for more 
information.

 	Michelle glanced around the store.  It wasn't very crowded.  No 
one in sight.  She walked to the exit.  She tried not to run and give 
herself away, though her feet wanted to sprint.  She clung onto her purse. 
She made it past the Sonitrol detection system.  Was she home free?
 	She jumped when the large hand grabbed her shoulder.  It wasn't a 
forceful grab.  Just a touch.  But it carried the weight of bricks.
 	"Can you please come with me, young lady?"
 	Michelle gulped involuntarily.  She felt butterflies in her 
stomach.  She was tempted to run, but realized it was useless.  She 
followed the man into a room.  The door had the word "MANAGER".  He 
motioned to a chair by his desk.  She sat.  Her heard the door bolt.  Had 
he locked it?  He walked around and sat in his chair.  His name tag said 
"Carl".
 	He stared at her for a couple of seconds, then spoke.  "Would you 
like to hand it over?"
 	She stammered.  "H-h-hand what over?".  She clutched her purse.
 	Carl didn't say anything else.  He just held out his hand. 
Michelle continued to clutch her purse.  Carl took hold of the purse.  She 
pulled back, then let go.  She sighed.  Carl opened it and pulled out an 
iPod.
 	"You don't mess around.  This is the 80 GB video model. 
Three-hundred and fifty bucks!"
 	Michelle didn't speak.  She was too scared to.
 	"Did you steal anything else?"
 	She shook her head.  Carl rummaged around in her purse.  He pulled 
out three maxi-pads.  He held them up out of her purse.  Michelle blushed. 
He rubbed them between his fingers.
 	"Are you on your period?"
 	Michelle couldn't believe the question.  But she was too 
frightened to protest.
 	"Are you?"
 	She didn't answer.
 	"I understand sometimes women make poor choices while they're on 
their period.  Maybe that's what happened to you?"
 	Michelle appreciated the fact he called her a "woman" and not a 
"girl".  Sure, she was only thirteen, but she took care of her two younger 
sisters while her mom worked.  When she had a job.
 	Carl picked up his phone.
 	"Yes."
 	He slowly placed the receiver back in the cradle.
 	"Yes.  I have my period.  I'm sorry I tried to steal the iPod."
 	Carl leaned back in his chair.  He stretched his arms then clasped 
his hands behind his head.
 	"We have two options.  One, I can call the police.  You'll be 
arrested.  You'll probably spend some time in jail.  Community service. 
Maybe a fine."
 	Michelle's heart raced.  She couldn't spend time in jail or 
community service!  Who would take care of her sisters?  And a fine?  She 
didn't have any money.
 	"Or... we could negotiate something."
 	Even more worry crossed Michelle.  Some of her friends had to do 
things.  She lived in a depressed area in upstate New York.  This wasn't 
Fifth Avenue.  Technically it was Appalachia.  None of her friends walked 
the street.  But the landlord would stop by, demand rent, threaten to toss 
the family out.  Things happened to keep the family sheltered another 
week.
 	Carl could sense the worry.  "Oh dear, I would never hurt you. 
No, nothing like.  In fact, I'm gay."
 	Michelle had never met anyone who was gay.  Carl didn't fit the 
stereotype.  He wasn't feminine or prissy.  He could easily pass as a 
truck driver or dock worker.
 	"See, I have this thing... this thing for periods.  I know, it 
sounds strange.  But really it's not.  I really believe I'm a woman born 
into a man's body."
 	Michelle thought his deep voice, facial hair, and muscular build 
didn't match this at all.
 	"Had I been born with a uterus I could experience a period of my 
own.  But, I can't."
 	Michelle sat there looking at Carl really unsure of what to say.
 	"All I want is for you to share your period with me."
 	"Um.  Okay?"
 	"You can keep the iPod."
 	"What do I have to do?"
 	Carl opened a desk drawer.  He pulled out a video camera and a 
tripod.  He attached one to the other.  He then cleared everything he 
could off his desk.
 	"I need you to remove all of your clothes.  I want you to get up 
on my desk.  I want you to be kneeling.  But sitting.  Your bent knees in 
front, your feet back with you ass on them."
 	Michelle gulped.
 	"Go ahead and get undressed while I get the camera ready."
 	"I... I can't."
 	"You can't wait, sweetie?"
 	"Get undressed.  Here."
 	"I see.  Well, let me call the Loss Prevention Bureau at the 
police department and get someone up here."
 	"Wait.  No..."
 	Michelle knew she was stuck.  If she didn't do as he said, her 
family would suffer.  She slipped off her shoes.  Next came her jeans. 
She pulled off her t-shirt.  She stood there in just a bra, her panties, 
and her socks.  Carl was busy with the camera.
 	"Are you going to film me?", she croaked holding back a sob.
 	"Yes, but don't worry.  I do not share.  I won't get your face. 
And this microphone is so shitty no one will be able to tell who is 
speaking."
 	Michelle slipped off her socks.  Carl had the camera ready.
 	"Everything has to come off."
 	She unhooked her bra in the back, but held it up to her breasts.
 	"Dear, in case you didn't hear me, I'm gay!  Your tits don't do 
anything for me."
 	She dropped the bra and tossed it on her pile of clothes.
 	"Don't get me wrong, you're a beautiful young woman, but you do 
nothing for me."  Carl paused.  "Hand me your panties after you remove 
them."
 	Michelle could feel the tears as she took off her last piece of 
clothing.  Her modesty now gone.  She handed him the panties which 
contained her pad.
 	"Up on the desk."
 	She got into position.  Carl produced a hair brush and neatened 
her hair up.  He had her sit up more straight to show off her breasts.
 	Carl walked back to the camera.  He lied about one thing.  He had 
every intention of filming her face.  Also the microphone was quite good. 
But only he and his boyfriend would ever see it.
 	"Okay, what is your name?"
 	"Michelle."
 	After she said it, she realized she should have lied.
 	"Okay, this is going to be an interview.  I want you to open with 
a fairly enthusiastic announcement that you got your period.  Let's try 
that."
 	"I got my period."
 	"Michelle, Michelle, Michelle.  I want you to act happy about it. 
Give me a wry smile."
 	The situation was so absurd she couldn't help but crack a smile. 
"I got my period!"
 	"Perfect!  Okay, lead off with that.  I'm going to ask you 
questions.  I want immediate, honest, and clear answers.  Okay?"
 	She nodded.
 	"That won't do, Michelle.  I need a 'yes'."
 	"Yes!"
 	"Okay, in 3... 2... 1...  GO!"

 	"I got my period."
 	"Congratulations.  When did you get it?"
 	"Um.  Tuesday."
 	"Two days ago?"
 	"Yeah."
 	"What time of day?"
 	"Around dinnertime."
 	"Good.  Good.  How old are you, Michelle?"
 	"I'm thirteen."
 	"So this period stuff is still new."
 	"Yeah, I guess."
 	"When was your first period?"
 	"Ummmm... last year?"
 	"I don't know, I'm asking you."
 	"Wait.  We visited Aunt Emily last summer.  We went to the lake 
for fireworks."
 	"The fourth of July?"
 	"Yeah.  I got my period on the way home."
 	"The night of the 4th?"
 	"No, when we left Aunt Emily's house.  July 7 probably."

 	Michelle became aware she was giving out way too much information.

 	"Is your period pretty regular?"
 	"What do you mean?"
 	"Do you get it every month?"
 	"I guess so."
 	"Every 28 days or so?"
 	"That sounds right."
 	"Don't you keep a calendar?"
 	"Uh, no."
 	"You should.  You need to keep track of your periods."

 	Carl grabbed something off a shelf then walked towards Michelle. 
He looked into the camera, then at Michelle.

 	"You can have this.  It's a monthly calendar.  Just circle the 
date your get your period.  I suggest using red ink for obvious reasons."
 	Carl pulled a red pen out of his pocket and made a circle around 
Tuesday's date.  He dropped it into her purse that was sitting on the desk 
near her.
 	"Doing some quick math this is your 13th period."
 	Michelle had no idea.
 	"How long do your periods last?"
 	"Three or four days.  Maybe five.  I don't know."
 	"That's something else to track on your calendar."  Carl paused. 
"Can you show me the maxi-pads in your purse?"
 	Michelle reached over and grabbed her purse and pulled out the 
three yellow wrappers.  She left the purse in her lap.
 	Carl walked over to her as he talked.  "What brand is that?"
 	"Always."
 	Carl moved her purse out of her lap.  It was blocking the view.
 	"With wings?
 	"Yeah."
 	Open one for me.
 	Michelle dropped two of the pads, then opened the third.
 	"Show me."
 	She held it up.
 	"Wow.  That's a long one."
 	Michelle shrugged.
 	"Why do you use Always?"
 	"It's what my mom buys."
 	"Does she also use Always?"
 	"We use the same pads."
 	"I can tell.  You're using huge ones.  You know they make 
different sized pads for different women's needs.  Are you a heavy 
bleeder?"
 	"I don't know."
 	"Do you absolutely soak your pads or have to change them every 
couple of hours?"
 	"No."
 	"Yeah, these pads are overkill."  Carl paused.  "CUT!"

 	He walked over to Michelle.
 	"You're doing wonderful."
 	She smiled.
 	"What I need you to do now is I'm going to walk over to you.  I 
want you to spread your legs wide open.  I want to see everything."
 	Michelle nodded.
 	"Are your legs falling asleep?"
 	"Sort of."
 	"We'll be done soon."

 	Carl walked back to the camera.
 	"In 3... 2... 1...  GO!"
 	Carl picked up her panties.  He removed the used pad and walked up 
to her.  He motioned to her to open her legs.  She did.  Carl held the 
used pad up so the camera could see it.
 	"When did you put on this pad?"
 	"This morning.  After I woke up."
 	"What time was this?"
 	"7:45."
 	"That's early."
 	"My mom left for work then."
 	"So this pad has about eight hours of blood on it."
 	"Yeah."
 	Carl smelled it.
 	"Hmmmmmm.....  Yeah, you could use a lighter weight pad."
 	"Okay."
 	He set the pad down.
 	"Let's have a look at you."
 	Carl used a remote control on the camera to zoom it in.  He 
touched her vaginal opening.  She flinched.  She was spread eagle while 
sitting up.  It was hard to move away.  Carl rubbed his forefinger and 
thumb together, then licked it.
 	"You have a very beautiful pussy."
 	"Thanks."  She wasn't sure what else to say.
 	Carl probed a little more, then zoomed out, but not all the way. 
He pressed another button to tilt the camera up.  He felt her breasts.
 	"Do your breasts feel tender before or during your period?"
 	"Yeah."
 	He pressed in on her nipple.
 	"Does that hurt?"
 	"Yeah."
 	He zoomed out more.
 	"Do you like your period?"
 	"What do you mean?"
 	"Do you feel that you're in touch with your femininity while 
you're menstruating?  Do you feel connected to your womanhood?"
 	"No."
 	"Do  you hate your period then?"
 	"Well, know.  I don't think."
 	"Were you excited when you first got it?"
 	"I was a little."  She shrugged.
 	"What was it like?"
 	"I had a stomachache.  We stopped at a McDonald's.  I went to the 
bathroom.  I saw blood."
 	"A lot of blood?"
 	"I had a bad accident."
 	"Continue."
 	"I had to tell my mom.  She met me in the bathroom and helped me 
with the pad."
 	"What was it like, your mother showing you how to use a pad?"
 	"A little embarrassing."
 	"Is having your legs spread in front of a camera more 
embarrassing?"
 	"Yeah."
 	"Are you having sex yet?"
 	"No!"
 	"You'll become less bashful once you start having sex.  I guess 
that's still a year or two away for you.  Then come the gynecologists. 
He'll be sticking his fingers and instruments in every opening down there. 
And wait until you start having babies!  You'll lose all modesty then. 
Gawd, everyone except the janitor will have his hand inside you."
 	Michelle began to feel very self conscious.
 	Carl zoomed the camera back to her pussy.
 	"Do you use tampons?"
 	"No."
 	"Why not?"
 	"My mom doesn't use them."
 	"Tsk, tsk.  Your mother."
 	Carl opened a drawer and pulled out a white box with blue and 
green lettering.  He pulled out an applicatorless tampon and walked over 
to Michelle.
 	"Most brands include an applicator, but I prefer the ones 
without."
 	Carl flared the end of the tampon with the string.  He pushed it 
into Michelle.  It hurt like hell.
 	"I'm sure that hurt a little."
 	"Yes.  God that hurt."
 	"Have you ever stuck anything into your vagina?"
 	"No."
 	"No fingers while you're playing with yourself?"
 	"No.  I don't do that."
 	"No toys?  Hot dogs?"
 	"No."
 	"That's why it hurt.  The next time won't be so bad."

 	Michelle had her clothes back on.  Her vagina stopped hurting.  It 
felt weird not having a pad.  She felt... vulnerable.
 	"You did a beautiful job."
 	She didn't say anything.
 	"A few parting thoughts.  One, I can still press charges.  Two, no 
one will believe a word of this.  I'm openly gay.  Why would I film a 
girl?  But lastly.  I love periods.  If you're ever short on cash or need 
something, and you're menstruating, stop by.
 	She was disgusted by that and tried to leave the room.  But it was 
locked.  Carl unlocked the door, but blocked the door with his arm.
 	"Really, any time."
 	He moved his arm and she left.

 	A few minutes later Carl was on the phone.
 	"Hi Stevie, dear...."
 	"I'm quite naughty.  I got my period..."  He could feel Michelle's 
pad against his ass and balls.
 	"I know Steve, I'm unclean...."
 	"What can I do for you to love me again?..."
 	"I have the whole thing on tape...."
 	"Yes, Steve, I'm a little bitch...."
 	"I'm leaving now.  I love you."

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