Door 2

Elizabeth turned the handle and stepped inside. She locked the door and noticed security tags lying on the floor.

“Damn,” she said to herself, knowing that some half-wit had probably walked off with a decent amount of merchandise. She placed the box on a small bench seat and looked herself over in the mirror. Her brunette hair fell well below her shoulders; a sign she needed to get her hair done soon. The makeup she wore seemed a bit too much at times, but she understood that it was meant to impress the customers and not for her own personal gratification. Elizabeth usually didn't wear much makeup, which didn't seem to be a problem. Her boyfriend, Sam, always commented on how beautiful she was and he couldn't keep his hands off her. They had only been dating a few weeks, but tonight was going to be a surprise. Sam had told her that he had someplace secret to take her and that it would be just the two of them; she couldn't wait.

Elizabeth pulled her cell phone out of her jean pocket and checked the time. Damn. Only 2:00.
She moved in closer to the mirror and removed an eyelash that was coming a little too close to her big brown eyes. Opening the gift box, she pulled out the garment that Paul had so inappropriately demanded she put on immediately. She gasped when she held it up in front of her.

Inside the box, a very short lime green skirt made of paper thin material and a yellow and white striped wrap shirt with a low neckline. A pair of black heels made up the rest of the ensemble, which she absolutely hated. Elizabeth would have been happier wearing no shoes or flip-flops instead of anything with heels; she really didn't think she'd be able to walk in them.

The only good part about the outfit were the few baubles hidden at the bottom of the box. A nice silver bracelet and necklace set gleamed in the light and Elizabeth couldn't wait to try them on. Jewelry was her favorite and she loved wearing at least two or three pieces wherever she went.

Annoyed, Elizabeth pulled her red blouse over her head. She could see her tan lines in the mirror, where she had laid out by the pool over the last few months. Her white lacy bra did a good job of covering them, but it was still obvious that Elizabeth wasn't quite comfortable taking her top off by the pool. She unzipped her jeans and tugged them down to the ground. She had worn a matching pair of white bikini cut panties…..she thanked God she hadn't worn a thong.

Elizabeth pulled the green skirt just below her navel and shook her head at how short the skirt actually was. It barely covered her thighs and she knew that if even the slightest breeze came though that everyone in the mall would be able to see her ass.

The blouse wasn't much better. She wrapped it around her stomach and put her arms through the arm slits. She pulled the strings tight and tucked her breasts into the low cut top. She managed to cover most of herself up, but the top part of her bra was barely visible over the seam.

Looking herself over, she wasn't quite happy with the new outfit. She couldn't believe people actually bought this shit, but she wasn't your average girl. The dreaded heels were the last thing she needed to put on. Bracing herself against the stall, she stepped into the shoes and leaned forward to fasten the straps. She could see a reflection of her ass in the mirror behind her; not promising. She kept a note that she should never try to bend over while wearing this horrid getup.

Balancing on the wall, she took a few steps. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be, but she’d be paying for it later that night when her feet were swollen. She put on the jewelry and gathered all of her regular clothing into the box. They didn't have a good place to store their stuff, so Elizabeth just left the box under the bench and hoped no one wanted to steal her old outfit.

She opened the dressing room door and noticed that she was alone in the dressing room hallway. She walked onto the sales floor, trying her best to keep a smile on her face.