Gradual understandings and Bethany's folks

The employee at the entrance to the changing rooms noticed them walking out and turned. "Oh," he inquired, hands outstretched, "about time you guys showed up."

A puzzled look spread across Caleb's features. "What do you mean?"

Ignoring the taken teen, his eyes drifted to the pair attached to both his hips. "You're the store models right?" He pointed a finger at the two under-dressed woman at Caleb's side, making no comment on their underwear-laden garb. Donna and Bethany looked at each other, then back at the man, and nodded their heads. Turning back to Caleb, the associate clarified and jutted a thumb towards the front of the store, "Rachel's prepared the chairs in the center path by the check-out area. You should get going, any more wasted time is bound to throw a wrench in management's ass."

Caleb only looked at the man suspiciously before realizing he was serious.

Wait a second. This is just like last time, wasn't it? Briefly, he flipped through his memory banks, trying to recall his words. It was when I was talking to that girl, and I was asking her if it was normal for guys to just touch any woman's ass now, like...

Wait.

Caleb fast-forwarded, landing somewhere only a couple seconds earlier.

"Isn't it a normal thing in this store?"

Then back, joking about how far the butt-grabbing went.

"Maybe it's only normal goings at this store."

Then remembering what Rachel had said, about being here in Vinny's, it hit Caleb right in the noggin.

"N!" The other three turned his way as he cradled his fist into a palm. "I get it! That's what it means!"

In retrospect, it seemed painstakingly clear.

The word 'normal' was the key. The thread spread across all instances. Somehow, this allowed him to shape what was accepted as normal, too. The watch display was covered in 'N''s because it stood for 'normal', and effectively had some kind of influence over reality that way, including both how he was perceived, and what perceptions others had. He felt his stomach flip once again. How more unbelievable could a notion get? Was he dropped into some kind of alternate universe? Was this scientifically possible? If so, this probably made him the luckiest perverted kid this side of the ocean. Any ocean, on any planet.

What were the chances.

"Normal, huh?" With newfound respect, Caleb drew his gaze back to the watch, wrapped lazily around his wrist, chuckling tentatively. "To think I nearly tossed you off as a kid's toy too." He lowered his chin in play. "I was wrong to have doubted you. Forgive me, o great watch!"

"Bethany, what are you doing?!"

Shattering Caleb's thought into pieces, the sound of a piercing male voice quickly followed in the company of a clean-shaven older man.

"Oh, sorry, Dad, I didn't mean--"

"I'm so sorry about this." The man, dressed in a light blue henley shirt and jeans, was standing next to Bethany, his hand around a naked arm. It took a moment, but Caleb eventually realized he was talking to him.

"It's nothing," Caleb looked at the older man cautiously. He was a good-looking fellow of his age, or any age. If Bethany had only gotten her prettiness from his side of the family, it would be sufficient in Caleb's mind. Only then, the aroma of flowers assaulted him as a limb collided past.

"Bethany, let's go, dear!" A remarkably attractive woman with similarly raven-black hair and around the same age as Bethany's apparent father rushed before him to stop at the daughter's other side. Another member of the family, now in the mix. She was looking sternly at the girl, her hand planted upon her clothesless back. "I hear you've been asked to go and model your body for the store by this young man and you're just standing here doing nothing?"

"I'm sorry, Mom," Bethany quickly gathered herself as she looked away, "but it came as a surprise!" Another stern look later and the girl mumbled, "I'll be going right now!"

Bethany scuttled away, her creamy legs and body exposed in the slightness of her tame, but cute underwear, as Donna walked behind her. Stopping to turn to the girl's parents, the older blonde woman, who was in the same age group as them, assured, "I'm sure she'll do fine. She has a really lovely body, you know?"

Following a final warm smile, she sauntered off, leaving Caleb with Bethany's parents, and the view of his drying cum on the back of her legs still to noone's distress. In the middle of the store was a pair of chairs. Rachel and another store associate were standing to the side, welcoming the two ladies as a small crowd began to huddle awkwardly in their proximity, not completely sure about where to stand, and in some cases simply stopping to look and see what the hubbub was all about. A few people in line by the check-out counters, including a clerk or two, swiveled their heads in interest, otherwise showing no indication of something unusual taking place before them. The security guard was also giving a chunk of his attention. He cleared his throat and tried to focus on keeping an eye out over the rest of the store perimeter, intermittently successful. Next to the teen, the mother turned to look at the father.

"Do you think she'll be okay out there?"

"Our Beth?" He smiled and wrapped his arm around his wife. Caleb couldn't help but see her daughter in her. Bethany really was her spitting image. "She always ends up doing her best, hun. I'm sure she won't disappoint."

"You're right," the black-haired woman sighed, "I shouldn't worry. I just... hope the best for her, you know that."

Caleb watched them watching the scenery, amused that they didn't seem to care about the fact that their very daughter was going to be prancing around half-naked in front of a load of strangers, without any warning or arrangement in advance. And considering her previous reaction, this surely wasn't the kind of thing she'd done before.

His eye danced down the mom. Her attire consisted of a small blue denim jacket over a summery dress, with floral patterns on the top that flourished into a white, elegant skirt at the bottom.

Caleb stepped forward and placed his hand on the mother's butt, giving it a light squeeze. She made no attempt at moving away, instead turning to face the young man and lending him a kind smile. "Hi," she said, "I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm Bethany's mom, Cheryl."

Caleb took her hand with his free one. Next to speak was the dad.

"And I'm her father, Douglas."

"Nice to meet you guys," Caleb rubbed Cheryl's ass one final time after shaking his hand as well, no protest or slap coming to stop or berate him. The pair only looked at him with the same politeness as earlier. He was still flabbergasted at the way this was all happening before him in realtime, not sure if he was still dreaming, in bed, in the middle of some stormy night in the week. But neither was he complaining. "So, your daughter looks great, you know, in her underwear."

"Oh, thank you so much," smiled the mother as she chuckled, "and we are also beyond grateful for your decision to pick our girl to go out half-naked. Normally, we would be horrified to see her in anything that rises above the thigh or midriff, you know, but..."

"But this, well... we can't help but be proud to see the very flesh we birthed out there, giving them all a show." Douglas was shaking his head. Even beaming. "I simply can't wait to see what some folks in the crowd choose to have our daughter pose in... or what kind of creative poses they think of." He laughed, and Caleb saw Cheryl nodding quietly beside him, in silent agreement.

"She's in high school right?" Caleb asked.

"Yes," Douglas answered. "She's been homeschooled for a good portion of her school life, though. We've just decided to enroll her into public school this year."

"I see," Caleb nodded.

That explained why he had never seen her before, despite her being about his age. And why they were quite... watchful of her.

He looked back at the scene taking place at the front of the store, which was still a decent distance away. The two underwear-clad (and in Donna's case, fifty-percent as much) ladies sat with their backs to Caleb and Bethany's parents while a steadily growing crowd, the brunt of the interest of which could mostly be seen in the males as opposed to their somewhat sullen girlfriends and other female acquaintances.

"Alright fellas," clamored Rachel's commanding voice, "it's a simple affair. These two beautiful women will be posing for you for the day, so give them a round!" A round of claps followed, and Rachel nodded before continuing. "Naked, in their underwear, in any of the clothes you find here in the store, it's your choice, and we will decide who gets the say in a case by case basis, and other times a majority vote! Stay patient, and eventually you'll see these wonderful broads in exactly the way you want to see them."

"Strip!"

"Take it all off!"

A scattered array of hushes broke through the group, most sounding feminine, as Rachel proceeded. "We will start off with them doing poses of their choosing. They may use their chairs, and any other prop that we have available for use. Take it away, ladies!" The employee then turned to Bethany and Donna and gestured to them, cuing them on as she rushed to the sidelines.

Looking at each other awkwardly at first, the two then stood up, and began striking whatever poses that seemed to come to mind. Donna was much more steady on her feet, arching her back daintily as she stretched her hand out to the top of her bare foot and smiling seductively at the audience, causing a few guys to blush here or there. On the other side, Bethany looked more than a little meek as she cocked a hip and blinked uncertainly at the floor, placing her hand on a hip and tilting her body first to the left, then the right, locked in horrid indecision.

Caleb was unconsciously rubbing himself. This was no joke; this was real, and his doubts were accordingly squashed in every measure. He turned to the parents, who were going on tiptoes as if to see their daughter in all possible angles. Finally, Cheryl urged, "Let's get up there, Doug."

Agreeing, Doug and Cheryl began to walk off. Meanwhile, Caleb slid his hand through Cheryl's butt once more until she was out of reach, and groaned. He pondered if he should try taking it to the next level. His manhood did seem back in the mood, after all, and the zaniness of the situation was undeniably arousing. He wondered what would happen if he just went up to Bethany and Donna and plunged his rocket into one of them... would they call the whole thing off? Would everybody in the store snap out of it, tackle him for ****?

Then his eyes drifted forward. Or Cheryl... what would she say, he couldn't help but fantasize, if her daughter wasn't the only one getting some attention. The teen tapped his chin, and eyed the watch below him. "Well, what do you think, buddy? Who should help me out with my little friend over here? Or should I just go?" Though, with his new gift, he doubted his group of friends could blast him all that much for being late. He grinned, suddenly realizing he was facing a gauntlet of options like never he'd seen nor could have imagined before.