A full set of clothes, for now...

Grace bent down as she streaked through the Wal-Mart towards the women's clothing department, seeing all too well from her peripheral vision the people whipping their phones out at her. Eventually she made it to the women's section and began her search of the area. She had been wearing lace lingerie earlier in the day, but opted to grab the nearest six-pack of hipster underwear and a couple of wire-free bras off the rack before heading to the blouses and skirts. Frantically mushing all the hangers together to see the sizes, she simply took all the midi skirts that had the correct letter on their hangers, and then doing the same thing to the blue button-down blouses and sprinting to the fitting rooms with the pile in her hands as the surrounding women looked at her askance.

Rushing into her fitting room and locking the door, Grace threw her bounty on the bench to the side and perched herself on the seat at the corner in front of the mirror, furiously jerking off yet again before cumming extremely loudly and paralyzing herself with the afterglow. Once she finally started getting sensation back to her legs, she stumbled towards the blouse at the top of the pile and with a giggle buttoned it on her in front of the mirror, admiring its snug fit on her torso. A black midi skirt soon found its way sliding up her legs as Grace completed the ensemble. The ink tag of the blouse bumped up against the back of her neck, and the white tag on her skirt was plainly visible on the waistband, but at least Grace was decent now.

Still wearing the clothes from the fitting room, Grace grabbed the whole pile of the other stuff, walked out, and walked almost 100 whole feet to get to a shopping basket to put all the stuff as the continued her shopping. She was almost starting to get used to her bare feet on the different styles of floor in the store varying from tile to carpet, but knew that it would be inappropriate to "wear" to work, so she looked in the shoe section and stumbled upon a pair of black 2.25" Forever Link heels that were her size. Not wanting to unhygienically try it on herself (not that her thighs were particularly hygienic from the juices flowing down from earlier), she just plopped it in the basket with the other stuff and continued on, still barefoot for now.

It was then that her maternal instincts kicked in. Jessica! To her great embarrassment, Grace didn't currently know Jessica's measurements, but did know that she'd probably need something to wear after this whole predicament was over. Speaking of, Grace finally had the sense to call 911 and report everything that had happened to her and her daughter, all the while grabbing a few sundresses off the rack that were her size to give Jessica. She still didn't know where Jessica was, but could give a good enough description of the boys for the authorities to take over.

Eventually, she got done with everything and made it to the register.

"Your total will be $300 today," the cashier told her.

"No problem at all," Grace paid for everything with her card as the cashier started removing the security tags from the items. When everything in the pile was detagged, Grace turned the tag on her skirt to the cashier to reach over and pull it off.

"I assume the blouse is tagged, too?" the cashier asked with some skepticism of the situation.

"Yeah," Grace conceded.

"Well," the cashier continued, "the tag gun doesn't reach up that high, so you'll have to give it to me."

With a sigh, Grace turned around, unbuttoned the blouse all the way and exposed her breasts to all the other customers, and shrugged it down from her shoulders so the cashier could reach the tag and clip it off.

"Perfect, thanks!" the cashier while handing Grace the receipt and the bags of her clothes. "You have a great day."

"You as well..." Grace didn't bother redoing her blouse just yet as she parted ways with the cashier and dashed to the kiosk, tearing open the pack of underwear and sliding one on under the skirt, and then doing the same for one of the bras before finishing up with her blouse. She considered putting the heels on, but knew that that would just slow her down and put her in even hotter water at the bank for being so late. So, she grabbed the bags and ran, still barefoot but at least fully clothed, across the parking lot back into the bank.

Grace got to her desk, dropping the bags as she saw with relief her jacket back on the chair, with the note "Thanks! :) - Dave"

Chuckling to herself, she put her jacket back on and took the boxes with her shoes, moving to put them on until she saw the soles of her feet staring back at her with a solid coat of gray and brown on them. Sighing at how dirty Wal-Marts were these days, Grace took the box and headed to the bathroom, taking the hand soap and rubbing it all over her feet. Walking over to the nearest stall, she rinsed her feet in the toilet (which seemed at the very least much cleaner than the floor!), walking back out by the sinks to dry them with the paper towels before putting the shoes on.

Finally fully dressed, Grace walked back to her desk with the shoebox still in her hand when she saw her boss and Alice standing by it.

"Ummm, Grace?" her boss started, "Could HR and I have a little chat with you?"

Grace gulped as she was led to the office.