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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode II - School Pride
Part: 28 of 44
Summary: Rachel's spiral of arousal and embarrassment continues with
school pride day.
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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   Rachel watched the aisles pass by as Eric's mother led her through the
store.  Having not been to this mall in years she didn't remember much
about it.  She had been meaning to visit since her family was going to be
living here, but her hectic schedule would not allow it up to now.  The
closest she had been was yesterday when she stood across the street from it
and advertised the carwash.
   She saw the mall and thought how fun it would be to come here.  But at
the time she was wearing her swim uniform which was too indecent to go
shopping in.
   They walked briskly through different departments.  It was all a blur to
her and she felt rushed.  Rachel caught glimpses of things that she would
have considered necessities for a typical teenage girl's stocked wardrobe
but was too stupefied to mention it.  She was doing good enough to remain
standing, much less carry on a normal conversation.  They entered the teen
clothing section but Eric's mom didn't stop.  She surprised Rachel by
maintaining course and even picking up the pace.  Through the junior and
misses section they walked without stopping.
   Rachel tried to take a moment and concentrate "Mrs.  G, where are we
going?  Aren't the clothes back there?"
   "Oh sweetie, we can't afford to pay retail.  We're on a tight budget,
remember?  They have some clearance racks in the children's section.  I
know $100 doesn't seem like enough, but we can stretch our money with a few
good deals.  We'll have some great ensembles before you know it."
   **Children's section?
   They kept walking through men's and electronics until they came to the
children's clothing section.  And sure enough at the back were several
racks marked `clearance'.  Eric's mom started perusing outfits.
   Rachel absently followed suit but couldn't focus on the task.  After a
couple minutes she realized she was just spinning the rack and staring at
the same outfits over and over.  She tried to focus but quickly found that
nothing was even worth picking up.  She hadn't worn outfits like these in
years.  How did Eric's mom not realize that?
   **This is ridiculous.  No amount of savings is worth this!
   She looked at the price tags thinking she could develop an argument for
going back to the older teen's section.  She tried to do the math but her
brain was still fuzzy from all the recent stress.  All she could get out
was "I think I'm too old for these clothes."
   Eric's mom was expecting that statement and had a response prepared, "Oh
not at all Rachel.  Trust me.  Women my age spend a lot of money to look as
youthful as you.  You should enjoy being a girl while you can.  You don't
have to dress like a grown up all the time.  A Less mature more
conservative outfit can still be stylish.  Don't be so impatient to grow
up." She had a handful of clothes by now and began holding them up to
Rachel one at a time and commenting.
   Rachel didn't fully accept that logic but something about it did make
sense.  Was she rushing to grow up too fast and put herself in situations
beyond her comfort level?  Maybe if she dressed a little more
conservatively she wouldn't have so many problems with her body's newfound
sexual urges.  She gave the children's clothing another chance.  But the
next dress she picked up exposed the flaw in her logic.  It was the exact
same purple dress as the one Lily had loaned her.  Rachel stared at it. 
This dress was childish and meant to be conservative.  But on Rachel's
maturing body it became practically scandalous.  Surely Eric's mom would be
swayed by this proof.
   "Rachel, that reminds me.  I called Barbara on the way here.  She
offered Lily's dress to help jumpstart your wardrobe.  She was more than
happy to donate it after I told her about your hardship.  So you can put
that dress back.  Isn't she so generous?  Now we only need 4 more outfits
to have enough school clothes for a whole week!" Eric's mom held another
dress up to Rachel as if to judge how well it would fit her.
   Rachel was incredulous.  She had flashed her ass all over church in that
dress.  And now Eric's mom expected her to wear it to school?  She forgot
about her argument against childish clothes and resorted to just arguing
"Stop treating my like a kid.  I'm not 5 years old!  And...and besides you
can't tell if something fits by holding it up like that."
   Eric's mom took the outburst in stride.  "Throwing a fit doesn't solve
anything.  But you're right.  You ought to be trying these on to be sure.
Maybe it will help you get into the right state of mind for shopping. 
Follow me."
   Rachel regretted her tantrum as the woman walked away to the far wall
and motioned her over.  No one liked being treated like a child.  Eric's
mom really was trying to be helpful, and she didn't want to seem
ungrateful. She reminded herself these clothes were temporary provisions.
So what if they were a little childish or a tight fit?  Perhaps she would
feel differently about that dress if she had been wearing panties.  She
could live with it until her mom sent some more money.  She resolved to be
more amenable to Eric's mother.
   As she walked toward the changing station, she passed an underwear rack.
The perfect thing if she was going to be trying on clothes.  Rachel stopped
and looked at the available options.  For girls, there were some silk slip
tops and training bras and prepackaged panties.  The training bras looked
way too small for Rachel's developed breasts.  She hadn't worn a training
bra since she was 12.  Her nipples reminded her of their unrestrained state
by becoming hard under the dress.  They used to be just little bumps on her
budding chest.  Now her boobs needed no training to do their thing.  They
were beyond training and had grown unmanageable.  She tried to ignore their
ache for attention and focus back to the clothing rack.  The panties were
all white with different cartoon animals and characters on them.  She
picked out the largest slip top she could find and a girl's size "L" panty
package before continuing.
   Rachel found herself in the toddler clothing section.  This single
changing station served all the children's departments.  Being meant for
children it wasn't a formal changing room.  It consisted of two rods
sticking out the wall about 5 feet high.  The rods curved to meet in front
leaving just enough space for a person to stand.  A curtain hung down from
each rod almost to the floor.  It was designed for young kids who usually
needed help trying on outfits and where modesty wasn't as important. 
Rachel had to duck under the rods to get inside as Eric's mom handed her a
clearance dresses.
   "Go ahead and try this on.  I need to go return the dress you're wearing
before it gets too wrinkled." She stuck her hand out and waited for Rachel
to hand her the frumpy granny dress.  Rachel's hesitated.  She thought she
must be crazy for even going this far.  She could have insisted on finding
a real room in another department, but something about this made it seem
like an adventure.  She would never get the chance to do something like it
again.  They were shopping for new clothes.  She had to try stuff on before
buying it.  She had a legitimate excuse for being there.  After all it was
a changing room, sort of.  It had to be done but Rachel still struggled
with giving up her last piece of clothing.
   Because her head was above than the curtain rods she could see out
around the store.  Not many people shopped on a Sunday night so the store
was mostly empty.  But it was so weird being able to see out while she
changed.  Do people really do this?  She looked at Eric's mom for
confirmation.
   "Stop dallying, young lady.  You know we have a tight schedule.  If you
keep delaying we'll never get done in time."
   Rachel took a deep breath and pulled the curtains closed.  The rods
didn't quite meet in the middle, so there was a gap all the way down. 
Rachel tried not to think about that as she shrugged her granny dress off
and handed it over the curtain to Eric's mom.  Without comment she accepted
the dress and walked off leaving the girl completely naked.
   Rachel started shaking.  She didn't know if it was from the cold A/C in
the store or from having just stripped naked in a public place.  Rachel's
hormones got the better of her for a moment and she reached up to squeeze
her nipples.  She wanted to close her eyes and relish the stimulation, but
instead she kept her eyes wide open and alert to any approaching shoppers.
She took as long as she dared to massage herself.  She had trouble stopping
because soon her body was begging her to escalate the action.  After a few
more moments of pleasure Rachel convinced her hands to release her nipples
and reach for the slip top.  It barely fit over her head.  Immediately
Rachel knew it was too small to be much use.  The bottom of the shirt
barely covered her areolas.  Half her boobs were hanging out the bottom. 
Her recently stimulated nipples held the thin material out from her body
like little erotic supports.
   She had a sinking feeling all the outfits she tried on from the
children's section would produce similar obscene results.  But she was
already committed to the chore.  Since there were no hooks she pulled the
undershirt off and rested it over a curtain rod and tore into the package
of panties.  She had only marginally better luck with these.  The cotton
material was designed to stretch but could only stretch so far.  She got
the panties up her legs and with considerable effort pulled them up as far
as they would go.  They didn't come close to reaching her waist.  Now that
the panties were in place her body again responded; this time to the
pressure on her pussy lips.
   Rachel was in ecstasy.  She hadn't worn panties since last Thursday.  In
fact nothing had touched her crotch these last few days except her own
hands or gloves.  Everything else was a loose fitting item like a dress or
the warm-up jacket.  Rachel's hormones had twisted her sense of modesty
into knots.  What used to be normal to her was now the opposite.  Now even
the simple act of wearing panties became an orgasmic experience.  It was
hard to comprehend but she felt more normal and in control when she wasn't
wearing anything.  It didn't help that this pair was so restrictive.  It
embraced her mound so tightly she was afraid to walk.
   Rachel owned... or rather used to own several different styles of
panties.  She even had a thong but almost never wore it.  But the way these
tight girl panties fit on her she had trouble matching it to a particular
style.  If she had to describe them she would use the words "ultra low
rider".  They sat so low on her hips her pussy lips nearly peeked out above
the waistband.  In fact, she was afraid they would do just that as soon as
she started walking around in them.  She twisted to look behind her.  The
view wasn't much better.  Only the lowest part of her bottom was covered
and the material was stretched tight across her firm muscles.  She wouldn't
have to worry about a wedgie.  There was nothing to grab onto and no
material left to pull up into her crack.
   "ahem"
   Rachel startled and turned back around.  A shopper had approached when
she wasn't looking; a mother with her son.  Rachel immediately covered her
breasts and checked that the curtain hadn't opened too much.  The boy was
too young to catch what was happening but the mother gave Rachel a confused
look before saying "we need to use that when you're done."
   "Sure.  Of course" Rachel rushed to accommodate them.  Even though she
had convinced herself this was acceptable she felt like she had been caught
doing something dirty by using the children's changing room.  She quickly
pulled the clearance dress over her head while the other shopper waited.
   **Just act like you belong.  You have as much a right to be here as they
do.
   Rachel wanted to end the encounter quickly.  The other shopper wasn't
going anywhere which meant Rachel would have to leave the area.  It would
look abnormal for her to walk away from the changing area still wearing the
outfit she had just tried on.  But without anything else to wear Rachel
didn't have the luxury of worrying about appearances.  She had enough to
worry about with this dress.  That it was made for a child became clear as
soon as she tried to get it over her breasts.  The lower half fit, but the
upper half was a tight weave artificial material.  No matter how much she
pulled it would not stretch over her chest.
   Rachel looked at the other shopper as she struggled with the dress.  The
mother watched her with bewilderment.  Rachel squeezed her top half into
the constricting material as best she could.  The long sleeves only came to
her elbows.  There were buttons down one side under her arm.  The side of
her boob bulged out but Rachel knew fastening those buttons would be
impossible.  There was just not enough material to go around her.
   There was no time to check how she looked.  She felt the hem on her
upper thighs and hoped it would be enough but could still feel open air on
her bottom.  She gave the dress one more tug then stepped out under the rod
smiling at the mother.  She took two steps and almost gave out under the
intense pressure between her legs.
   "HMMMFFit's all yours" She left the slip top and remaining package of
panties and hobbled away from the pair of shoppers refusing to look back.
Her panties cupped her mound sending jolts up her spine with each step. 
Rachel bit her lip to avoid another embarrassing outburst.  She casually
held her hands over her bottom to help cover the inappropriate view from
behind and just walked away.
   She walked all the way to the first aisle of home appliances before
daring to look back.  The trip only took a minute but felt like hours
because of the sensation between her legs.  Rachel wasn't going to survive
these panties.  She lowered them so they wouldn't press on her pussy lips.
In this position they didn't cover anything and were bunched up on her
upper legs.
   Rachel fought with the dress some more to get it to cover her bottom. 
It was an improvement but her bunched panties were still sitting well below
the hemline fully visible.  She looked around for some other clothes to
wear but was now standing in the baby section.  Rachel realized she had no
good excuse for why she would be standing here in a too small dress.  She
had to get back to the clearance racks without being seen.  At least she
could maneuver without the panties assaulting her sex at every step...TO BE
CONTINUED
  
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