Depends on who's watching

You stuff the money into a pajama pocket, and the weight of it drags them down a bit, although they're in no immediate danger of falling off, it exposes a line of skin between your tank top and pants. You walk around idly, tugging your lips with your finger briefly as you decide on where to go. It's not that you have trouble making a decision on what to get, but like any teenage woman, that you love browsing and trying things on.

And that while you're trying things on, you might as well tease a few guys along the way by showing them your body. You eventually make your way into women's clothing, and that there's a clear dividing line between the casual wear - dresses, skirts, tops - and the evening wear- nightgowns, bras, and bathrobes.

You walk down the middle towards the changing rooms, hoping beyond hope to get some young male clerks in the woman's dressing area, but you find none, only a middle aged woman rearranging some of the sweaters.

"Need some help?" she asks cheerfully.

"Just looking right now." you smile, frowning as soon as she turns her back to you. It's not that she isn't kind of cute, but you want a guy, and one that'll be a sure target. Luckily, the store's open design makes it easy for you to skirt your way through other nearby areas of the store. Every one of the workers seems to be a woman, but eventually while walking through the kitchen/appliances area of the store, you spot a male clerk, wearing a white shirt, brown striped tie, and blue slacks, with a store name tag. He looks like he's 'busy' putting toaster boses on top of shelves, but you find that hard to believe given that after watching him for a minute or two, it's become clear he's simply moving the same two or three boxes up and down the shelves, climbing some steps on a ladder slowly to cover his tracks.

"Hi!" you walk up to him cheerfully, and he hides a scowl, running a hand through his thin brown hair. He looks like he's 20-22 years old, simply working here for the summer. You'd describe him as average looking, despite his ghostly skin betraying the fact he can't tan. He turns to you, and you continue, undaunated by the fact he's a head taller then you.

"I need your help...." You draw in closer to him, and he draws back slightly, not wanting to offend a customer so quickly.

"Do you need help finding something?" The clerk looks on absently, meeting your gaze only long enough to indicate you have his attention, before discreetly ogling your attire for a moment. Pretty girl or not, you've interupted the monotony of his day and he's not initially happy about it.

"I..yes. I do." You drag him by the arm out of the aisle he was hiding in, and he quickly pulls out of your grip. "I was hoping to try a few things on, and-"

"Sorry, that's not my department. Peg's in women's wear today." He starts to turn away, but you tap him on the shoulder, refusing to let him go.

"I was really hoping that..." and you grab his wrist again, moving your hand up his arm to his shoulder before you grip it lovingly, and he finally tursn to meet your gaze. "...you could help me. A...man's opinion on what I wear would be much more valuable."

A moment passes, and the salesman - who's nametag reads "Oliver" - is finally swayed by your arguments. Or the fact you bent down and let him look down your shirt, your top gaping open slightly so that he could see your bra. Either way, you're happy with the outcome, and he follows you into the women's wear area.

He takes a moment to nod away the other salesperson, who scowls as she walks away, either due to losing out on any potential commission, or on the fact you didn't want her help. Either way, you don't give her exit a passing glance, and you know what your first outfit is going to be, as you've already grabbed a white blouse off of the rack.

"Hold this, please." You throw the blouse and hanger to the salesperson, who's reflexes are barely enough to catch it. Eventually, you find a red pleated skirt, socks, and black open toed shoes to go with it, and you hand him everything except the skirt, holding it over yourself in front of a mirror to test the length.

"I think this is a bit too long..." It goes down to your knee, and you turn back to him. "What do you think?"

You bat your eyelashes, seeking a certain answer, and the clerk clues in, gulping as he answers.

"I think you should try it on."

With eagerness, you grab the rest of the clothes you picked out from him, pausing only to grab some high white socks to complete the ensemble, and you walk into a nearby changing room, turning your head back to him. "Don't go anywhere."

The changing rooms are nearby, and there are 5 of them, separated by only a stall door from the main area. You choose the one closest to the entryway, of course, so that anyone watching could try to catch a peek under the door if they wanted, or see what it is you're taking off from a distance, should you so choose.

And you do, peeling off your bottoms, and your tank top, making sure they both hit the floor under the door way before you place them on the bench, in case Oliver's watching (which he is). You slip on the skirt and blouse, before sitting back down on the bench, extending your legs so your calves and feet are showing under the door before you put on your socks and black shoes.

Although there is a mirror in the stall, you're having none of that, and you walk out of the stall into the store, twirling to make your skirt fly up before gazing at yourself in the much larger mirror to get a better look at how the outfit looks on you, and Oliver moves behind you, wanting to see more of you as well.

"It looks a bit conservative..." you frown, twirling again. "There's no way any girl leaves this buttoned all the way up." You undo a few buttons, going down to just the top of your breasts, and you flare out the lapels to show some skin. You turn back to Oliver, who's trying not to gape as you undo another button.

"Is that enough?" At this point, it's down to just above the middle of your breasts. "I don't want to seem prudish..." You tease another button, and Oliver seems to have lost his voice as he watches your fingers tease the button, daring to open it...

"...or maybe the skirt?" You turn back to the mirror, putting your hands on your hips. "You think this outfit is boring, don't you...what if the skirt were shorter?" You roll the skirt on your hips, raising it up, and Oliver looks around nervously, wondering if he'll get in trouble for letting you do it, and you raise it above your knee. Your show has gotten some attenion, as a passing guy sees what you're doing in the mirror, and he gapes at you (as it's not every day one sees a nubile 18 year old in a schoolgirl outfit trying to expose more of herself) before rushing off, and you try to hide a smirk as you seem him dart away in the mirror.

"Is this short enough?" You turn back to him, extending your right leg and bending the knee, making the skirt ride further up your thighs, and you finger it's hem. "Be honest. What do you think?"

"I think you look great." replies Oliver timidly, falling back into customer service mode. You smile, idly patting his cheek as you stand back up.

"You're being so nice! I like the blouse, but the skirt has to go." You put your hands on your hips, and you finger the skirt idly, seeing his eyes widen before you let a laugh come out.

"Not here, silly..." You look through the section, wondering what to try on next for Oliver...