A skinny, redheaded girl.

Brushing your long, red hair behind your shoulder, you let your gaze linger on yourself for a minute.

Your body is skinny, and your curves never did fill out the way you had always hoped. Even at 19, you only had a set of little A-cup breasts on your chest, barely enough to push out the front of the tiny little red tank top you are wearing. You feel a momentary thrill as you see the black lettering across your chest, "Which way to the Glory Hole?" Your lack of bra leaves your rock hard nipples straining at the fabric.

Under your tank top is a tiny black skirt, barely long enough to cover your little ass. Your pussy quivers with anticipation, your thong feeling terribly confining. On a whim, you reach under your skirt, sliding your panties off and stepping out of them where they pool around your ankles. The cool air brushing over your now exposed pussy leaves you even wetter than you were before.

Your gaze shifts back up, meeting your own eyes in the mirror. You opted to go light on the makeup, only using a little touch up to bring out your eyes, and some dark pink lipstick. You know you arent a classic beauty, but your freckled face and chest give you an adorable, girl-next-door look that always drew a lot of attention at school, . . . too bad your awkwardness in social situations prevented you from ever having a boyfriend.

Shaking the sudden, unwanted thought away, you take one last deep breath, then head for the cab that should be waiting for you in front of your apartment complex.

Fifteen minutes later, the cab pulls away from the curb behind you as you look up at the pink and purple sign flashing above the adult novelty store. Its now or never, you think to yourself.

Even before you consciously make up your mind, your feet already have you in motion. The sound of your short heels striking the sidewalk nearly keeps pace with the sound of your heart beating in your ears. Not daring to look back, you raise a trembling hand to the door, pushing it open and stepping inside.