Office supplies were great, but you wanna get back to basics. You hit the mall.

The local mall may not be on campus, but it's close, and it's worth it for the sake of expanding your clothing stock. At the moment you can do plenty with the clothes on hand and your bags o tricks, but you imagine all the outfits you can come up with once you've toured the department stores, the boutiques, especially the novelty stores! You and Sarah walk to the bus stop. You pay the fares and ride the bus in silence for a stop or two before you remember; you're still a clothing controller.

Just because you left the campus doesn't mean you have to stop altering clothing, there just aren't as many good or even valid targets around. You scan the bus, but catch Sarah's eyes and follow them to your next target.

Near the back of the bus, there's a young couple, sharing a single pair of earbuds and leaning on each other. Your stop is in a just a few minutes, so right away you're on your feet and standing at the back of the bus looking down at them. The guy is next to you, with his woman by the window. You like her sundress, sure, but you never fail to improve an outfit.

"Hello, excuse me," you allow them time to remove the earbuds before continuing, "I'm a clothing controller and I'm going to need to edit your outfit, miss, but in order to do so adequately, I'm going to first have to take some measurements." Nodding with understanding, the guy gives up his seat, and steps out of your way. The woman angles her body toward you as you sit next to her. The bus is leaving the stop, so that's two more stops to perfect this chick's outfit, and her bright yellow sundress is already so nice, billowing subtly in the breezes that sneak through the bus' window cracks. You squeeze her tits gently.

You rub your hands up and down her soft, warm body and take in her scent. Remembering your urgency, you shove a hand unceremoniously down her dress, and another one up from the other end. She finally blushes at this one, swallowing hard to keep her composure. The nervous twitch makes you imagine your cock down her throat. Why is this power so close to what you really want but still so far?

She notices you lost in dark thoughts and trembles a little bit at the prospect of a clothing controller's imagination. You smirk as it comes to you. Sarah's watching, right? Let's go for a classic.

You lean in and whisper in her ear, flicking her dripping clit and twiddling her perky nipple, "take off your panties..." she shivers a sexual tremor as you pull her panties all the way down, and hand them to hear, finishing your command, "and put em in your mouth. Rest of the day! Stop if you're **** and all that, here's our stop, later!"

Sarah rises for the stop, but actually she's rising to give you a standing ovation. The young woman with her panties in her mouth is struggling not to gag, and Sarah is loving it. Everyone who'd been staring at Sarah's post-its most of the ride now has somewhere else to direct their gaze. The woman, ashamed and embarrassed, jumps to her feet and pushes past you, exiting the bus prematurely, you assume, since her surprised partner chases after her confused and shouting. As she runs off through the mall parking lot, her dress blow up in the wind, exposing her bare bum for moments here and there.

You descend the bus steps and walk to the mall entrance.

It takes a lot of self-control to get a real shopping trip done when you're a clothing controller, but one thing it doesn't require is money. Your first target is the Dollar Daze department store and you speed past so many hot women with so few boob honks and ass slaps, but it's all good when you get to the women's undergarments section. After browsing for a mere minute, you send Sarah off to the dressing rooms to try on a slew of items. A few minutes later, you approach the dressing room check-in counter with a whole cart load of additional items. You look the attendant in the eyes, then down, and back up. She's a young woman, likely a student like you, in a fully buttoned, white oxford shirt, black slacks and the rest of the store's generic dumpy clothes. Her nametag has the double D Dollar Daze logo next to her name: "Ana Marie". She was maybe about to ask you 'how many items?' or something, but she realizes you're not here to try this stuff on right around when you first reach out and squeeze her tit. "Here, why don't you wear these?" You hand her some frilly, lace fishnet stockings. She takes them, but hesitates to change her outfit. Perhaps you need to clarify. You press your palms on the counter and lean forward, looking down her legs to her understated black kitten heel shoes. "You can keep the shoes too." You say for clarification "The rest goes. That's your new Dollar Daze uniform." As she dutifully removes her old outfit, you push your cart towards the door to the changing rooms. Normally, the attendant would stop you from entering, but not only is she busy bending over to pull her panties off her feet, she also knows you're the clothing controller.

"These rooms all occupied?" You ask, but you see numbers of items on the doors. There's a 9 on the middle door of the five, which much just be the highest number they have a tag for, since you're pretty sure Sarah took at least thirty skimpy little items in there with her.

"Yessir, at the moment!" the attendant is standing back up in her new outfit. The stockings look great, and so does her naked rear.

"Good to hear! Listen up ladies, everyone in there stop changing clothes! Your current outfit is your only allowed outfit for the next minute or so as you listen to my instruction. We're going to play a little game. First things first, each of you will pick an item from your dressing room you think is the sexiest thing in there. You can be wearing it, or it could be hanging on the door, doesn't matter where it is now, but you're gonna plop it on top of your head. Wear it there like a hat. Even if it's panties, or a wrist watch or something.

There's muffles replies of understanding, sounds of some fabric shifting around. Then you hear giggling from the first room and a different voice from the giggler's calls out "What if there's two of us in the stall?"

You're almost replying that then naturally they would each follow the steps but you realize you're out here with all these semi-dressed bodies hidden behind doors. Surely your game can spare the extra contestant. "Then one of you is disqualified and will have to come out. Whichever of you is currently wearing the most items of clothing is disqualified. Exit so I can further adjust your outfit while we continue our little game. The door to the changing booth opens, and a skinny topless woman exits, wearing only a bathing suit bottom and its matching see-through skirt, with a pair of flip flops on her feet. She's covering her little tits with her arms, goosebumps breaking out across her flesh. She looks around self-consciously to see who might be witnessing this embarrassment. You catch her gaze landing on the attendant's ass and realize... there were a couple of lesbians in that stall. You call the chick over and say "You can cover your tits, but not like this with your arms. You can use one hand, palm and fingers only. Okay, now the show must go on."

She steps aside, choosing to let her arms fall to her sides rather than try to cover both tits with one hand. You are here to help, though, so you lift one of her hands to one of her tits, and cover the other with yours, gently rolling your palm a bit of her hardening nipple every now and again. Your game continues. "You should now be wearing the sexiest item you've got on your head. If you're wearing that item and one or fewer other items, open your door now. There's some hesitation for a moment. Then the middle door opens. Of course it's Sarah. She's wearing a pink thong on her head like a hat and a black leather corset. You figure you'll probably find a better corset at the novelty shop, but this one's not bad. "Congratulations, you have won the game, and on the first turn! Until further notice, your outfit will consist of the items you are wearing at this moment, in whatever arrangement you prefer." You half way expect her to leave the panties on her head, but she rearranges, given the freedom. She's lost her heels though, and is barefoot now.

You grip the tit in your left hand harder and harder as excitement builds and you wonder what could be behind these other four doors.

"Next, if you are wearing the item on your head and two other items! Then open your door and come on out!" Two doors open, the one on the left, and the one on the right. "Congratulations ladies, you have tied for 2nd place. I'll take these," you say as you grab the 'sexy' items from the tops of their heads. From the left-most door is the girlfriend of the disqualified chick whose tit you've been fondling. She's wearing a matching bikini bottom and skirt, but no flip flops. You pull the bikini top off her head head. It matches her bottom, only it's see-through like the skirt. Her tits are healthy C cups and swing nicely as she walks. You gesture for her to take her girlfriend's spot and you play with her ample chest instead. From the right-most door steps a slender little brunette wearing a black and silver sequined evening gown, and one sock. A matching black and silver sequined thong is perched on her head and you pluck it off.

"As second-place finalists, you have a choice. You can choose to relinquish the item on your head, and the rest of your outfit becomes your required one, or you can choose to keep only the item on your head, and may rearrange it as you see fit." You hope the brunette goes for the thong, but you guess she won't, and you're right. She strides out in a hurry after depositing the thong in your cart, but you're not about to let her go yet, second-place or not! "Wait! It's intermission in our little game. Before first round contestants can leave, their prizes must be inspected for quality and to ensure the perfect fit!" You've decided to the let this hottie keep her evening gown and walk out with no panties, but not before you feel her up a bit first.

You spend the next few minutes generally groping the women, thoroughly embarrassing the dressed woman, though there really weren't even any onlookers, and by the end of the brief intermission even embarrassing the much more free-spirited and confident lesbian a little bit. Your return to the last two doors as the first round's contestants leave the area. "Okay, if you're still in there ladies we appreciate your patience but the fact is you have LOST! You will now exit your booth, depositing your top of head item in my cart and while doing so, removing items from your outfit until only one remains. That one item shall be your allowed item for the next week. I suggest picking up a few more pairs, though the items you're wearing right now are yours already...I think...I'm pretty sure." Why bother trying to explain it anyway. It seems like everyone understands the reach and limits of your power better than you anyway.

From the left-hand door comes a shy, mousy teen with too-large double Ds. She's wearing a serious support bra, and jeans, which are unbuttoned and unzipped. The panties that you might expect under her jeans are on head, and there's a white cotton sock on each of her feet. She drops the panties in your cart, drops the bra on the attendant's counter, and puts the socks daintily in a nearby trashcan. As she's walking by, you reach around her and grasp both her balloon titties in your arms, pulling her half-naked body against you. You roll her heavy funbags around and you hear her say "hi mom, almost done," waving at someone over your shoulder. Back in the changing room where Sarah is picking over the discarded garments, you see her hold up what must be this pillow-tittied girls' old shirt. It's a senior year marching band shirt from the local high school, from this year's senior class. She must have just turned 18. You bury your face in her generous cleavage and smother yourself. Looking back out over the top of her tits, you wouldn't describe her mom as 'old' at a glance, but perhaps she's not qualifying as young. Whatever, you don't wanna risk making a scene by offending her, and you've been finding all kinds of ways around obstacles today.

"Hey Sarah, your new outfit will be everything that woman over there is currently wearing, besides her shoes, and instead worn as a bandoleer. To make this bandoleer you can slice up her suit and blouse, tie her panties in knots, whatever you need. That's your new outfit." Sarah and the mother get to work immediately, the one slicing the other's discarded clothing up into strips and tying them into some kind of sash. After a minute, she's done, and she's wearing it, and you decide. "It's hideous, just as expected. Take it off. Your new outfit now is any thong you like from this cart, any stockings you like from this cart, that same corset from before, and nothing else." It was the quickest way you knew to get this mom naked without risking telling her to strip, and it worked.

You check out the now naked woman as she hugs her topless, half-pantsed daughter and the two of them walk off through the store like nothing's happened. Her mom has pretty huge balloon tits too so you're happy you have a sort of temporary hack for dealing with these situations. Sarah clears her throat, bringing your attention back to her newly selected outfit: long, black fishnet stockings and a red thong. Then you see your other last-place contestant. She's a beautiful blonde, a fully clothed college Cheerleader Captain, as indicated by the C on the breast of her mini-sweater. You wonder jokingly that maybe that C is a Cup size label, and then you consider the implications of that on your policy powers. You did seem to be able to make sweeping rules, and have them applied, anywhere and everywhere, without even necessarily informing the populace or anything. You wondered idly if you could actually make an outfit change involving all women with C cups? Why not if you can target all members of a sorority, or a company? You remember the cheerleader captain and reach out to help her out of her mini-sweater, cute and midriff-exposing as it is. She pulls your hands back down.

"Please, clothing controller, can you reconsider? We have a game tonight and if I don't have my bra, I can't do my cheers for sure! Have you seen these puppies? They'll swing all over the place." She cups her own tits to emphasize their heft. You'd still like to see for yourself though, so you insist on removing her sweater, and find a really bothersome sports bra underneath, compressing her now obviously massive tits to where you thought they were mere Cs. You can see what she means though. This bra is so tight, you can't even properly grope her. Those tits would never survive a back flip off a human pyramid without being wrapped up like this.

"It's a conundrum for sure," you say, "but your game's not for a few hours right?" You don't wait for her to answer. You pull her skirt to the floor. Her thick, muscular legs are shaved super smooth and you run your hands up and down them. You can't wait to unwrap those pent up funbags, so you reach for the bra but she stops you. Damn! You allowed last-place contestants to keep one item of clothing, so if she stopped you from removing her bra, you know what must be coming next. You turn your eyes to the gorgeous cheerleader's crotch to watch her slide her panties down to her naked tiptoes and step out of them. She's wearing only her bra now, and while you're pretty disappointed with that situation, you're still glad to have the chance to grope her shaved little pussy before she walks away. "Hey, miss..."

"Jackson, Tanya Jackson."

"Listen Ms. Jackson, I meant what I said. We'll come to some kind of arrangement for you and the rest of your squad before the game. I'll meet you in the locker room at 6:30 on the dot to discuss your wardrobes for the game tonight. Let everyone know. Anyone who's late cheers naked, understood?"

She nods solemnly and hurries out of the store. You watch her tight butt go as she struggles to cover her parts with only her hands.

The stuff in your cart is good, for lingerie and the like, but you could hit the novelty shop before you head back to campus. Since you ordered Sarah to spend a few seconds wearing each item as her official outfit while she was in the changing room, you basically already own everything in your cart, and you walk right out of the store without paying for a single item.