No, she's stuck in public

Finally, and even though only thirty seconds had passed, she gave up on trying to get to her clothes. Bolting for another cubicle, she reached the temporary sanctuary and slammed the door shut. Inside the small empty changing area, she was confronted by the sight of herself in a floor-to-ceiling mirror. That did nothing to improve Tanya's state of mind. Even though technically everything was covered, she could see the humiliation etched on her own face, and was painfully aware at just how absurd her adult body looked in such childish, cartoonish attire.

Tanya was a proud woman, and liked to consider that she was fairly mature. She'd outgrown all of this over ten years ago, and right now all she mentally picture was the mental image of an older, maybe forty year old man. A man who was salivating over seeing her in these tight, skimpy pink panties, and a crop top that was basically a glorified bra when **** over her twenty-something frame.

Damn it Mitchell!

She tried to calm herself down and consider her options, a survey that didn't last long at all, and merely resulted in more panic when she realised she had absolutely no options at all.

She could hear somebody outside fumble with something on the floor, undoubtedly the old man still. She realised bitterly that she'd actually been lucky that there had only been one other person there. The shop was busy, and there would be people coming and going from the changing rooms all the time.

Even in the privacy of the changing cubicle, she instinctively covered up with her arms, in as much as she could. As her mind danced from one scenario to the next, she finally heard another cubicle door open. The sound of footsteps echoed through the changing room, heading towards the exit before turning around and covering the distance to her own current refuge.

Mitchell knocked lightly on the door.

"Hey beautiful!" Mitchell called out, cheerfully. "Come on out sweetheart, we've got more shopping to do!"

"Give me my other clothes back first." Tanya shot back. She half-opened the door and stuck a hand out, to receive the clothes that Mitchell had so rudely deprived her of.