Resigned to her fate

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Tanya twisted one way and another before eventually realising that she actually had no real way of escaping this. For any other sins she might be prone to commit, she was a woman to keep a promise, and on one level she was still feeling guilty about forgetting his birthday. Again.

Cautiously at first, and then with a final resignation to her fate, Tanya stepped out of the cubicle. In a daze, Mitchell took her hand one more time, and they walked calmly out of the changing rooms to the wider world outside. Well, Mitchell walked calmly. Tanya walked like she on hot coals, her one free hand flying from panties to crop top with the indecision of someone with too much to cover, and too little to cover it with.

Dragged out into the busy store beyond, there was no one angle to cover up to avoid exposure. Her hand danced around, sometimes protecting her exposed skin, before changing it's mind and trying to hide the humiliatingly childish clothing that was her own source of "modesty".

Mitchell didn't slow down, and it wouldn't have helped Tanya if he did. Instead, he confidently walked up to a cashier, and proudly presented Tanya to a clearly shocked woman.

"I'd like to buy these please." Mitchell said, as if he was buying something as simple and mundane as a t-shirt. After the woman behind the counter made no move to do anything, Mitchell looked bemused at Tanya, and then thought to add "I mean the clothes. Not the woman of course. I apparently already own her today."

Shaking herself out of a shocked stupor, the woman looked deep into Tanya's eyes. Tanya replied with a nervous laugh, and tried bravely to pass this off as normal.

The expression on the assistant's face wasn't helping though.

"Miss. We... we don't normally have our customers wear the clothes out of the store." Left unsaid, but clearly evident in her reaction, was the fact the their adult customers don't normally buy these clothes either.

"Are you perhaps... looking for a larger size in... perhaps something more... grown-up?"

The assistant seemed to be trying to be polite and helpful, but every word she uttered drove the point of Tanya's embarrassment deeper into her soul.

"Can... can we just pay for these and go? Please?" Tanya said, quietly. She was aware she was attracting more and more attention with every moment that passed, and this scene at the cashier's desk was making an already self-conscious woman turn into a red-faced mess of humiliation.

Mitchell held the tags that were still on the clothes, and suggested that the assistant come around and scan them.

"Sorry sir..." the confused woman said, "the scanner won't reach that far."

Mitchell looked briefly at the cable that attached it to her computer, and had to concede the point.

"Well Tanya, looks like you may need to lean over the counter."

Tanya's heart skipped a beat at that thought. She knew what that meant the second he'd said it. She'd be leaning over the counter, and her ass would be stuck up in the air. "Friendship is Magic" she thought, bitterly.

There was no option though. If they didn't pay, she'd have take the items off if they were to leave the store. That didn't even bare thinking about. Especially as Mitchell may think about baring her at any moment.

Steeling herself, and with a groan, Tanya leaned over the counter, and resigned herself to the fact that her ass was now on prominent display to everyone behind her. She heard a few whistles and laughs. She'd always been on show of course, but now she was sticking her ass up like an open invitation to be checked out.

Of course the assistant struggled to scan the barcode. Of course that meant to that the time she was leaned over the counter stretched out into an eternity of embarrassment. She gritted her teeth.

Finally the blessed sound of the scanner successfully reading the barcode chirped in her ear.

Thank God! she thought.

"Ahh.. miss. I need to scan the panties now." The other woman's voice shook with uncertainty. This was clearly new territory for her too.

With clenched fists, Tanya spun herself around so she was now sitting on the desk. She then shimmied closer to the scanner with clear awkwardness, and was horrified to see that the old man from the changing rooms had been standing behind her the entire time she'd had her ass in the air.

"Friendship is Magic!" he said loudly, with a wild grin and perving eyes.

Tanya shut her eyes tight. As the assistant tugged at the label, trying to get it closer to the scanner, Tanya tried futilely to pull the crop top down. Every time she tried to though, it bounced back up when she let go, and she was more than a little fearful that eventually it might bounce up and over her boobs. It was humiliating enough being in these stupid pink tween clothes, without adding "flashing" to the list.

Giving up on top, Tanya opened one eye. She was a little taken aback when she saw that the man - and the dozen or so other shoppers who were now her audience - was no longer looking at her exposed stomach or barely covered breasts.

No, he and the others were were looking further down than that. With dread, they followed their gaze, and let out a yelp when she realised what had happened. When she'd sat on the counter, she'd steadfastly kept her legs closed. Some small measure of modesty that was still within her control.

However, somewhere between the shuffling towards the scanner, the assistant's tugging on the tag, and her own fixation with her top, her legs had parted.

With her legs splayed out on the counter, and facing a full crowd of men and women, she belatedly realised she was showing everyone the Pony covering her pussy.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! Tanya thought, as her mind - unbidden - pictured what she must look like. A twenty something adult woman, with pink frilly panties and a stupid cartoon pony that were way too small and way too young for her. She felt like any sense of her own maturity was melting away, and she looked desperately at the assistant.

"Come on, please!" she said.

With some measure of sympathy, the assistant tried her best to scan the tag, and was finally rewarded with a successful chirp.

Without needing to be told, Tanya hopped off the counter and dropped to her knees.

"Sir." the assistant said, the sheer unrealness of the situation peppering her attempt at a professional tone with a far higher pitch than normal, "that will be $30."

Mitchell grinned.

"Cheap at twice the price." he said, smoothly. Looking at his girlfriend, who was huddled on the ground with her arms wrapped around her legs, he handed over the money and then beckoned for Tanya to follow. With a jaunty whistle, he headed for the exit and the mall beyond.