Sheila's Showcase

Exposed in the shop, I find myself keenly feeling the mini-skirt, which is already low enough on my thighs to leave my shaved mound exposed to any and everyone nearby. Holding myself still, I find myself feeling arousal at the thought as a pair of young women point and giggle at the badly sized clothes I'm displaying.

Exposed before them, I manage to keep my breathing slow, even as I felt the dampness forming between my legs and my cheek heating up, in stark contrast to the coolness of the AC. Standing still, I quietly find myself enjoying the attention. Losing track of time, I find myself concentrating on not getting caught, even as their hands move across the thin fabric that did nothing to cover me to any real degree. With my breasts, ass, and shaved mound on open display, I find it hard to remain still and quiet. Knowing Sheila is the only one here to know the truth, and making the attention all the more enjoyable, amused at the thought they all see me simply as a well-made mannequin.

The Mini skirt slowly moved closer and closer to my knees with each touch, and the crowd giggles each time they touch it, getting even louder as it plummets ever so slightly lower. I find myself releasing that the mini skirt could, at any moment, land at my feet, and the realization leaves me all the more inquisitive and engaged.

After a bit and a busy rush on the shop, I manage to hear a familiar voice from behind me. It's Sheila. "Now, what do we have here?" Following soon with her walking around me, moving with a casual amusement. She pauses to my right before reaching down to my mini skirt, which almost falls down at her touch. With a smile, she pulls back before reaching a hand to my all-to-small top, with its sheer fabric doing little besides making my already ample bosom stand out fully to the crowd. Looking me over closely, he stared as she thought, snapping her fingers before declaring, "Well, that outfit very much meets the definition of 'badly sized,' though word from up high has declared we need a new campaign; titling it "Without our clothes, you may as well go naked"... so, as you see I have no viable alternative than to take those frilly things off of you. You understand, of course." Sheila lets out a playful giggle, amused at her own wit, A toothy grin at me.

Holding still, lest someone catch on just then, I keenly saw and felt as she slowly and meticulously strips what little I'm wearing off me, her broad smile and soft humming making her amusement at the whole situation clear. Slowly untying the sheer top first, I felt my breasts bounce gently as she carefully pulled the top off and around me, making me all the more aware of the exposure the act brought and the coolness of the air around me.

Looking me over, she walks slowly around me back the way she came before, standing behind me and... grabbing the mini skirt, giving it the final tug, letting it cascade down gently before landing softly on the floor, and around my feet. Letting it remain there, she clicks her tongue as she looks me over. "No, that's not quite right... not yet. I know! I need to change your... it's posture!" Wi†h that, I felt a hand on my arms, moving my right first, extending it like I was going to shake someone's hand. Once done, she then put my left arm down and to my side, away from my now very naked and exposed body.

Following that, she made sure to pull my shoulders down and back a little before spreading my legs further apart and extending my right forward a bit. She adjusts my head, also leaving me looking in the same direction, before brushing my hair and stepping down. Now fully nude before the world once more, she left me on display, whispering to herself as she went, "I wonder what they'd say if they knew the truth... heh, like I'd tell any of them."

With a not-too-gentle smack on my ass cheeks, she stepps down, no doubt shaking her head as she walks off, leaving me to remain still as I could, and once more completely undressed before the world...