At the mall

Rachel stood in the changing room mirror, dressed in only her black panties. She was trying on clothes that might make her look a bit more feminine and older too, to avoid any more incidents where she’s mistaken for a little girl, or worse, a boy. Rachel blushed red as she thought about it. Her pile of clothes lay in a heap on the ground, as the girl looked as her tiny tits in the mirror, wishing she’s been born with a bigger bust.

She looked at her figure in the mirror, cupping her almost nonexistent tits with her hands and double checking the curtain of her changing stall was pulled across, so that nobody could see her this undressed. If she was seen this naked, she’d probably die from embarrassment. Deciding she should probably get dressed, she turned to her pile of clothes.