Get a costume

The dressing area is huge, larger than most department stores you've been in. There are 8 fitting rooms and all the doors are closed. Quietly, you try each door until you find door number 6 is the only one that is locked. However, there's no way for you to get pass the door without ****.

You have an idea and pause time. You think of the police station near your parent's house and teleport there. You've only seen it from the outside, so you walk in for the first time with all the police officers frozen in place. You search around until you find some sort of locker/changing room and find an officer about your size who's getting ready to change into his uniform. You take his uniform, complete with his gun and badge, and put it on, throwing your clothes in a nearby trash can. Then, you teleport back to the department store and restart time.

You stand around as you hear the rustling of clothes while the woman tries on the lingerie she had picked out. After a few minutes, you think it's the right time so you knock on the door of the dressing room.

"Ma'am? I'm a police officer," you announce yourself. "I need you to step out right now. Someone reported seeing you stealing stuff."

"Oh? This must be a mistake. I'm just trying some clothes out. I'll be right out in a second," the woman replies through the door.

You knock again. "Ma'am, you need to open this door right now or I'll have to kick it in," you say.

"What? I'm not fully dressed. I need a minute-"

You pound on the door with your fist this time, showing that you mean business. "Ma'am, open this door now or I'm coming in."

"Okay, okay!" You hear the door being unlatched and you wait for it to open. It swings open slowly and the woman pops her head out from the side. She sees your uniform and looks terrified.

"Officer, this must be a mistake. If you'd please let me put on some clothes, I'm sure we can work this out."

"Ma'am, please step out and put your hands on the wall," you motion towards a wall beside her dressing room.

You tap your foot impatiently while she comes out from behind the door slowly. She's only wearing the blue laced slip with a pair of dark blue panties underneath, and you can see her breasts through the translucent material. They sag just slightly, but they are still magnificent. You reckoned they are 36Cs.

Just then, her phone rings and she looks behind her at her purse. "May I?" she asks for your permission and you nod. She turns around and bends down to retrieve her phone, giving you a great view of her round and firm ass. It looks good for her age and she definitely spends a lot of time at the gym. The panties don't cover much and on her right ass cheek is the tattoo of a rose. You wonder if that's her name. It would be appropriate: strong, dark red, and thorny.

She answers the phone after three rings, "Hello? Hey honey! I'm just doing some shopping. I'm going to have something nice to wear for our anniversary dinner later."

Must be her husband.

"What? Why do you have to go to Italy at such short notice? You're already at the airport? It's our anniversary, can't someone else go? You're a partner after all, that must have some pull. And we were going to try again tonight, remember? The doctor said we should keep trying and if you go on this business trip, we'll have to wait again."

She pauses for the response on the other end of the line, but you can tell it's not good news for her.

"Okay. Fine. Go. See you when you get back," she says, hanging up.

The beautiful red head looks distraught when she puts the phone away and turns back to you. From the sound of it, she was expecting a special night and perhaps more.

"Ma'am, I've been more than patient with you. Please put your hands against the wall," you say.

She does as instructed and you stand behind her admiring her ass as she faces the wall.

"What's your name?" you ask.

"Rose. Rose O'Brien."

"Okay, Rose. I'm going to have to search you to make sure you're not hiding anything. Please don't move." You get closer and start to pat her down like you see people do at airports. You're slightly taller than her by a few inches, and you press your nose close to the top of her head, breathing in the fragrance of her shampoo. Lavender, you think.

"Officer, you can see that I'm clearly not hiding anything. Please, this must be a misunderstanding," Rose says, but you reach around and grope her breasts through the slip.

"Ma'am, why are you buying these things? Sounds like you had a special night planned."

"It's our tenth year anniversary. We were going to get a hotel room tonight and - " she stops mid-sentence.

"And?"

"And... we were going to try to rekindle our marriage," she says sheepishly.

"Sounds like you're having problems?"

"Well..." she hesitates. "I think he's having an affair with this model from Italy... We both work so much, I thought maybe if we tried to have a baby..."

Her demeanor has changed from terrified to sadness, being reminded of her marriage. Your hands are now on the outside of her thighs and you slide them upwards slowly until they reach the waistband of the panties.

"Officer, is that necessary?" Rose asks. There's a tremble in her voice.

"I need to remove all store merchandise so that I can ascertain that you're not stealing anything." You pull the panties down, revealing her pussy from behind. It's mostly trimmed, except for a red landing strip in front which you gently brush with your fingers.

"Hands up," you command and Rose sticks them up in the air. You pull the slip off her and she's naked before you while facing the wall.