A Target Adventure

4,455 days left on sentence

Entering the store and picking up a basket I once again noticed eyes upon me making me blush once again. Since I was in no hurry, browsing the aisles became my morning, avoiding the temptation of the clothing department. I never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but the tingling sensation had returned, leading me to believe I had a hidden side to my personality.

Ding

I jumped up from looking at some pillows when I heard the the sound. Looking around, the only thing I saw an employee who was staring at my naked ass suddenly go back to labeling the shelves, which made my body go red again.

There appeared to be a message waiting for me on my HUD.

‘Updates have been made to the Program, access computer terminal for latest information.‘

I’ll do that when I go back to the library later.

Next up is the beauty aisle. I’m sure my hair is a mess. It took some time to find a suitable brush that would fit in my pouch. Then some nail clippers and folding nail file.

My next fifteen minutes had me red from head to toe and I suppose it was bound happen eventually. A heavyset woman in her 40s spotted me and started yelling about my immorality and that I should be ashamed of exposing myself in public. When I tried to explain that I had ****, she only got louder and it was clear she wasn’t even trying to listen.

A manager finally intervened when she saw I was about to break out in tears, although she was obviously more sympathetic to that woman than.

Not being able to take it anymore, I payed for my items using the chip in my hand and left.