Find something else.

“I am not putting that stuff back on, it might make it worse. But what?” Your eyes race around the little stall, then you simply stand there silent trying to hear if there is anyone else back here. There are two more stalls, perhaps they have something. Quietly you click the little door open and pad out on your sexy bare feet. As you do, you can't help but notice somehow your toenails are now colored black like your fingernails. “What. When did that?” You ask with a gasp, but as you hear movement you slip into the next stall quickly. As luck would have it there is a pile of clothes that was left by the last person. Rummaging through it quickly you find it is basically a pile of t-shirts. All of them are similar, but in different sizes. Holding a couple up you decide to pull on a white one with tiny sleeves that has a pair of pink lips right in the center and a low neck line. It is cut skinny and hugs your sexy hips, also it is cut a bit long and covers your ass. You figure in a pinch you could wear just this, like a tiny dress, but that wouldn't look all that normal. Getting real quiet you wait for silence and slip into the next stall. Unlike the last, this one doesn't seem to have been used in quite a while, rather this one seems to be where someone eats lunch. Next to the bench seat is a pile of boxes stacked to be used as a table, on it rests a half empty can of soda and most of a peanut butter sandwich. As you look at the sandwich your tummy lets out a little gurgle of hunger. “I better get out of here before they come back.” Just then you hear noise and are sure you have only seconds. Racing out you duck back into the last stall as fast as you can, seconds before you hear the woman's voice.

“What happened to that dude with the tiny dress?”

“I don't know.” You hear the man call out from somewhere in the store.

“Did you seriously send him to the dressing room?” She asks with a little chuckle.

“Whatever, he knew I was kidding. He musta slipped out when we weren't looking.” You hear a few doors smack open then shut. “Ya he left, he isn't back here.”

“What a wierdo.” She calls back, the sounds of her smacking away on the peanut butter sandwich while she talks. “I bet he was buying it for his kid or something. No way that dude had a girlfriend small enough to wear that dress.”

“God you are a bitch.” The man calls back laughing. “He wasn't that bad. I would have fucked him.”

“You would fuck anything. That doesn't count.” She calls back laughing.

“Hey come back out I gotta go take a piss. You have to watch the register.”

“Sure thing, go ahead, I am coming out now.” You strain and hear his footsteps walking away, and while she said she was coming out, you can still hear her chomping away at the sandwich. If you are going to slip out, now is the time.