Changing in Public

"Hey. Since you're getting out, and we're not going to be stopping again before we hit ComicCon, you may as well change into your outfit while you're there."

Oh, no, no, no, Tanya thought. She instantly saw where Rachel was going to take this.

"I'm not going to change outside in the courtyard." Tanya said, flatly.

Rachel shrugged. "Okay. If that's the case, I guess I have to re-think how seriously you're taking this opportunity to block that video going online."

Tanya gave Rachel a flinty look.

"Are you seriously telling me I have to change into my outfit outside? Are you serious?"

Rachel met Tanya's stare, and returned it with interest.

"I'm telling you that you need to go outside, fill up my car, give me your bra and panties, at which point I'll give you the costume to put on. Whether you choose to put on the outfit before or after you go pay for the gas, well, I'll leave that decision up to you."

Tanya was sorely tempted to slap Rachel as hard as she could across the face, but the thought of that video appearing in the inboxes of everyone she knew stayed her hand.

Realising the hopelessness of the situation, and the fact that the more she delayed, the more severe Rachel's "choices" might become, Tanya had to satisfy herself with merely hissing in frustration, and slamming the car door wide open.

Hopping out, Tanya suddenly felt as if every pair of eyes in the forecourt gravitated towards her. Trying forlornly to simply focus on the act of filling the car up, she grabbed at the gas pump handle, and nearly managed to drop it on her foot as she yanked it off.

As familiar as she was with wearing ridiculous outfits in public - thanks to her boyfriend and a certain trip to a mall for this birthday - it certainly didn't make it any easier to be standing in plain view in just her underwear.

There were already a few catcalls coming from nearby guys, and Tanya tried to block everything out as she agonisingly waited for the gas tank to fill.

"Hey!" Even with a single-minded determination to block out the external world, the loud shout of the gas station attendant cut through Tanya's defences. Grimacing, she turned to face the advancing man, and couldn't help but notice the leering grin on his face.

"Yer know..." he drawled, "I've heard of people worryin' about getting their fancy clothes dirty in a place like this... but stripping down to yer undies is taking it a little too far!"

Tanya had no response to that, and simply tried to **** a thin smile. The attendant looked to be in his 40s, and had a pudgy, hard-lived look to him that suggested a life not overflowing with simple pleasures. Tanya's bizarre costume choice seemed to be making up for some of that.

There was simply no come-back to the man's attentions, and she was **** to just stand there and hope he wouldn't take this any further than a few crude suggestions and comments.

"I'm... umm... just filling up." Tanya replied, with a completely fake small laugh that wouldn't have fooled a deaf man.

"Actually..." Rachel's voice piped up from inside the car, "my friend here needs to change into an outfit. It's such a terrible shame that your ladies room is out of action! Would you mind terribly if she changed here in the forecourt?"

"Our ladies room isn't out of..." the man started, before his mind managed to kick out of neutral.

"Yes..." Rachel said, with extra meaning packed into every word, "as I was saying, it's a terrible, terrible shame that your ladies room is out of order... so... can my friend here... strip down and change into her outfit here... in this forecourt... perhaps with you around to make sure nothing... bad happens."

Tanya's jaw dropped at Rachel's audacity, and at the implications of what she was suggesting. No, not suggesting. Tanya was learning the hard way that Rachel didn't make suggestions. She made orders. And she had the means to back up those orders.

The attendant, and a couple of nearby customers who had wandered over to check out the crazy woman in her white underwear, nodded their heads mutely. Belatedly realising that a mere node might not be sufficient, the attendant managed to string together a couple of semi-coherent words in enthusiastic approval.

"Yeah... sure... that... that... would be... ummm... okay!" he stammered, accidentally mastering the noble art of understatement in the process.

Tanya groaned inwardly, and hung her head as she heard the click to indicate the gas tank was now full.

Not waiting for Tanya to ask, Rachel promptly through out a small bag, and happily informed her that all she needed for the convention centre was inside the bag.

Looking up with puppy dog eyes, Tanya felt like asking one last time if there was anything, anything at all, that Tanya could do to remedy whatever wrong that Rachel felt had been dealt to her. The look in Rachel's eyes - a mixture of cruel amusement and smug anticipation - put paid to any dying hopes Tanya might have been clinging on to.

Her hands shaking, and with the leering onlookers crowding in, Tanya sunk to her knees, and fumbled at the clasp on the back of her bra.

"Do yer need any help?" the attendant asked, drool practically dribbling on to this chin.

Tanya shook her head furiously, and then succeeded on the third attempt to unhook her bra. With one arm protecting her breasts, she snuck the bra off, and flung it accusingly at Rachel. The woman merely caught it, laughed, and then tossed it to the watching men.

With her eyes squeezed shut, and still huddled on the ground, Tanya tried to ease her panties off. Eventually, after almost falling back on a couple of occasions, she had to reluctantly stand up, and shimmy the panties down, twisting her legs to try and impede the men's view of her naked crotch.

The wolf-whistles and cries of amazement informed Tanya that she was not entirely successful in achieving that.

Tossing the panties at Rachel, Tanya then had to stand there while the other woman promptly throw them back to one of the men. The sight of the man then proceeding to take a massive sniff of the panties that only seconds before had been protecting her crotch from the elements, was not a sight Tanya ever wanted to see again.