Who Could Say No To You?

New Rule: The clerks at Hassidy's Shoe Store wear their shoes and socks, on their hands, and assume everyone who shops there is interested in a similar fashion choice.

Lucy grumbles as Derek pulls her into the designer shoe store. She used to love this place, but after being **** to wear her shoes on her hand, her obsession with them had started to die down. "Derek I don't even want to look at a bunch of shoes today, It's been a long week can't we go to another store?"

"Oh come on," Derek insists, and tugs her wrist. "they have such a good selection. I'm sure you'll find something you'll like."

Lucy is sure he means well, but it's kind of annoying. Still the rich girl shoe fever, doesn't die easy, and once he's slipping pumps onto her feet she's back on board. She forgot how satisfying trying on shoes is. They look great when they're on the part of the body they're meant for, and she feels sexy strutting around in them too and striking poses. She looks down at her exposed hands and flexes them happily, feeling a bit of confidence return to herself now that she's away from that awful school She's the hottest, smartest, girl in school and she deserves to feel like it, without some slimy monitor getting in her way! Derek at the very least seemed to appreciate her strutting.

"Hey ya'll." Drawled a pretty clerk. "Is there anything I can help you with?

"Oh no we're..." Lacey smiles and turns around to address the clerk, but freezes when she sees the pair of suede boots zipped up to the girl's elbows. "We're... we're, we?"

"Looking for a matching pair?" The happy clerk finishes the sentence for Lucy, and awkwardly pulls out a box. "These should do the trick?" She turns to Derek. "Can you be a hun, and slip some peds on her hands?"

"Of course." Derek ever the gentleman takes two of the nylon socks from a nearby shelf and slips them over sputtering Lucy's hands.

"There we go." The clerk effortlessly slides the pumps on Lucy's hands and with Derek's help straps them to her wrist. "Perfect. Some people go with two different pairs on their feet and hands, but I prefer the matching four foot look. What do you think?" She spins Lucy around so she can see herself in the mirror.

The rich girl kind of just gapes at the image in the mirror. This is so weird, but it's not just the clerk. All the employees are dressed just like... her! "I'm, I'm, not allowed to wear shoes on my feet." She says dumbly, but at least she manages to say something.

"Oh I see." The clerk says with a nod, and wiggles her own naked toes. "I forgot about the new dress code, and have to do the same thing. Actually all of us did." She chuckles and shrugs. "So let's free those tootsies and see how we look."

"No!" Lucy is hyperventilating, and crashes against a shelf behind her. "I'm not a freak, I don't dress like this." She tries to free herself of the shoes, but she can't undo the straps with the heel.

"There's nothing wrong with it ma'am. This look is so popular our entire company has switched over to promoting it. Our next cataloged is going to feature models, dressing just like this."

"Why?" Lucy squeaks. "Who would want..." She looks at her hands filling up a pair of pink pumps.

Derek steps up, and helps Lucy unstrap her shoes. "Here let me help." He says gently, and Lucy visibly relaxes. "I'm sorry I brought you here. I thought..." He blushes. "...when I heard about their new set up, I thought I'd be helping you out."

Lucy blushes and looks away. "It's not like I want to dress like this." She sighs when her hands are free again, and shakes the socks off of them. "I look stupid."

"i think you look cute." Derek says. "I should have listened to you. Let's just meet the others at the food court."

"Okay." She pauses and looks down at her feet. "But you really should apologize by buying me these pumps."

Derek Grins, and nods. "It's the least I could do."

New: Simolians is now a dedicated ABDL fetish store, and the employees are very eager to help their female customers.

"I love this place." Lacey announces as they enter Simolians which is kind of a mid-tier outlet in the mall. "They have the cutest brand of jackeeeeeeets, what the fuck?" When Chad and Lacey stepped over the threshold their eyes were almost melted out of their skulls by the soft pink that radiated from the store.

One of the clerks saw them enter, and squealed as she skipped over to them. She was wearing pigtails, a babydoll top, with a bib like a necklace, and then a short denim skirt that showed off a puffy white diaper, and she was slipping around the store on nothing but lacey white socks. "Hiya welcome to Simolians!" She reached into a fanny pack, and brought out a pacifier. "Binky for the baby?" She didn't wait for Lacey's response before she plopped it in the blondes mouth and turned to face Chad. "So Daddy, what are we getting your little girl today?"

Chad was as red as Leningrad, and looked ready to faint. "I'm not, well actually, you see, it's really just a school thing, I mean, Jackets? Jackets. She said jackets!"

"Okay daddy!" The clerk chirped and grabbed both their hands. "We gots some super cute jackets towards the back!"

Lacey looked at Chad with big explosive eyes, as she sucked scared on the pacifier in her mouth. She was shaking her head no, but the two of them were too embarrassed by the excited adult to do anything but be dragged along. Along the way they saw a dazzling array of filth and cuteness cohabitating the shelves of this place. Teething rings shaped like vaginas, pacifies connected to foot long dildos, and all kinds of bondage equipment needed to keep that fussy baby in your life secure in their adult sized crib.

"Ta-da!" The clerk announces, pulling a straight jacket off of a hanger and shoving it into Chad's arms. "You just slip her arms through that, and buckler her up, and she won't be able to escape your love no matter what!" She then points to the pattern and turns to Lacey excitedly. "Look! It's got duckies on it!" Lacey blushes and looks away, chewing into the rubber nipple in her mouth in an attempt to dull the shame. "Lots of people like strapping their babies in these, putting them in a diaper and leaving them overnight. Does that turn you on Daddy?"

"Umm..." Chad looked over at the Wide eyed Dreamie next to him. "Someone's calling for me!" He drops the jacket on the floor, scoops Lacey up into her arms, and sprints out of the store like a cheetah.

As they leave, Lacey takes the pacifier out of her mouth, lowers one of her eyelids with her finger, and sticks out her tongue. "Nyaaaaa!" She spurts out to the clerk who was really just doing her job.

Old Rule: Employees at Smoothie King are lusty bi-sexual futas with thirteen inch dicks, who can't stop themselves from flirting with customers. Their uniform is a tank top, and either a short denim skirt, or cut off denim shorts.

"I hate going to this place." Chad moans as he Derek, Lacey, and Lucy all stand in line.

Lucy scrunches up her face. "What are you talking about? You're always drinking Smoothies."

"I get them ubered." Chad said defensively. "When I go in person, they're always like, 'hey baby, you want an extra shot of protein?' It's like, hey, I didn't come here to flirt with you."

Lacey and Lucy both look at each other as if Chad just had a profound realization about sexism and the trials of being a woman.

"It'd be better if they were just hot chicks, and didn't have the dicks."

Well that didn't last long. Lacey just kind of shrugs at Lucy as they shuffle forward.

"There is a bit of a double standard with Smoothie King employees." Derek says cautiously as he watches the employees work. He along with everyone who's ever been there is having a hard time looking away from the dick hanging out of an employees pantleg, which dangles down to her knee. It leaks jizz purposefully.

"Sure." Lucy shrugs. "But if she had a vagina that could fit a cannonball in it, you'd be singing a different story."

"I don't think I would be." Derek cringes. "If she was leaking allover the floor and counter, I'd be pretty against that. I'm universally against sex juice being in my food if I'm being honest. Regardless of which organ it originates from."

"Alright quiet down, we're next." Lacey shushes her group of muffles forward. She's fingering the pacifier in her pocket, and thinking back to that strange store. So it wasn't just something Michael made her do, there were people who actually did that for fun?

"Hey cutie." The employee at the cash register said, with a happy flirty tone. "If you're looking for something thick and chunky to suck through a straw, you've come to the right place."

"Chunky?" Chad balks.

Lacey nudges him in the elbow." She's just playing around Chad calm down."

Lucy ordered her drink, and then stood aside for the rest of the group. "Hey stud," The cashier says huskily. "Waddya want?"

"Carrot Kale Dream, Large."

"Mhm." The cashier taps the screen with long acrylic nails. "Do you want a shot of protein in that baby?" She winks and reaches below her skirt to squeeze a testicle the size of an orange. What did you do to those poor employees? This is the titty apocolypse all over gain, mark my words.

Chad just sighs, and looks at his friends. "Every time. No thanks. I'm allergic to jizz, you can substitute it with strawberries though."

"Your loss, what about your skinny friend. He looks like he needs something extra-large to fill him up."

Derek blushes, and it's not just because the cashier's fully erect cock is sandwiched between her and the counter. She's slowly rubbing the shaft against the railing, the head disappearing up her shirt, and a wet spot appearing between her tits. "Well, I..."

"Woof!"

You... Michael are broken out of your spy work by someone in a dog mascot costume standing between you and the ants you were metaphorically setting a magnifying class to. The dog does a little dance in front of you, and haves.

"Hey." you wave back awkwardly. "Do you have a flier you want to give me or something?"

"Woof."

"Is that a yes?"

"Woof."

You rub your face down. "I'm actually trying to keep an eye out for someone so can you..."

"Wow." The dog finally says, now clearly in a female's voice. It raises it's big clumsy paws to it's head, and pops it off, revealing Pricilla's head and sweaty mug.

"Pricilla!?" You shout, drawing all the attention to you.

"Woof."

"Oh my god, you wore this to... you're a menace to society." You grab her and set her down at the table before anyone can see you. You hold a menu up over your face. "Why? Why? WHY?"

She smiles shamelessly, and sets her costume's head down on the table. "I thought you liked dressing women up in silly costumes."

Yeah, only when they're the ones being embarrassed. "There's a difference between not wearing panties and a fur suit!"

She can hardly contain her giggles, and joy. "Oh man, this was so worth it." She wipes a tear away from her eye. "This was golden."

You huff. What cosmic joke is it, that this was the only girl willing to go out with you? "You did this just to embarrass me?"

"Oh absolutely." At least she didn't longue around in a mascot costume on her own. Unless you made her... You tap your pencil along the notebook and think better of it. You humiliate enough people, it's fair that at least one gets to embarrass you without retaliation. Besides, it was a pretty funny thing to do.

"You brought your diary on a date?" Pricilla tries to peek at The Rulebook but you slam it shut. "It's a journal, and seeing that you're late, I'm glad I did."

"Hey." She holds up her head. 'I had to put this thing on, in a bathroom stall. I'm lucky to be alive at all."

"You're willing to die for me?" You flutter your eyelashes. "So sweet."

She smirks and nods. "I can't let anything happen to my favorite toy."

"Toy huh?"

"Where are all these friends of yours anyway? I thought you said we were going in a group." Man she loves beating up on you.

For some reason you care what this grey haired weirdo thinks of you, so you wave over towards the Smoothie King. "Hey guys! I got us a seat!" You shout over the static of the mall's radio station.

Your four classmates all freeze, and turn around slowly to see you sitting at a table with a woman in a fursuit. She pop the head back on just as you turned away, you know, to make it really embarrassing. She waves at them too.

Chad smiles and waves, and the other three whisper to each other with a true urgency. Why is Michael here, who told him about this, what do we do?

"I don't think they like me." Pricilla's voice is muffled by her costume. You can't help but snort out a laugh. She's pretty funny.

"Maybe you should take that thing off."

"Can't I'm naked underneath this."

"Then put on the clothes you came here in."

"Can't flushed them down the toilet."

"Why are you like this?"

She awkwardly takes the big paws of her suit and holds them up to the cheeks of her head. "Because you're cute when you squirm."

"Stop it!" You hiss and slap at her arms. "You look like you're flirting with me."

"I am flirting with you."

"I'm going into hiding, I can't let them see you with me. You'll ruin me."

"You know..." She slowly circles a furry finger around the surface of the table, which might have been a sexy move... if she looked like a human being. "...there's room for two in here, if you're looking for a place to hide." She looks up and see's Lucy stalking over towards you two. "Too late someone's coming. Quick act like you're not in love with me, they might think I'm weird." She didn't know Lucy's name?

"Lucy!" you stand up to greet her. "Your hands are looking lovely to...hurk!" You fold in half as she inserts her trainers into your balls.

"Ah!" Your frustratingly furry date jumps back in surprise.

"I deserved that." You gasp, and wave at everyone else in the food court away from worrying about you. "I deserved that. Oh geez. Oh god. I'm going to vomit."

"Damn right you deserved that." Lucy snarls. "How did you do it? I know it was you!"

You wince and gurgle out your reply. "What?"

"My favorite shoe store just happens to turn into the same fucked up fetish you based my uniform on. And Lacey's favorite store just happens to be fucked up age play stuff, and you just happen to be here."

Damn! Lucy really was smarter than you. You'd always known that, but you didn't realize how sharp she was. You thought the universe changing around you would give you a safety net from people figuring it out, but somehow she managed.

She noticeably didn't think Smoothie King being manned by a bunch of jizz drippling futas was weird, which would have been funny if you weren't in so much pain.

"How are you doing this?"

You don't see Pricilla look over at The Rulebook, but I do...

"You think I convinced two different stores to change their business models, just to prank you? What are you talking about Lucy?"

"Hey I think we should calm down, you alright bro?" Chad forcefully pulls Lucy away from you, and pats you on the back.

Derek does the good boyfriend act, and consoles his date, and checks to see if she's okay. He's really trying hard, sweet guy.

"I'm fine Chad." You smack your hand on the Rulebook. "I'm sorry I came. I heard you guys were hanging out and..."

"No no." He puts his hand on your chest. "I'm sorry. I wanted you to come, but everyone thinks you're a total dweeb. I should have stood up for you. Hey, we're all about to go to lunch, do you and your... dog want to come with?"

"Do they serve kibble?" Pricilla raises her hands like a dog begging for food.

"I don't know her."