Clothing Shoppe

As we make the final turn, I find myself looking right at a clothing shoppe. As we enter the shoppe, I found myself pondering if she was doing this to tease me, treat me or torment me; There were already people in the store, and she could feel them turn and stare. I heard giggling from one direction, while another person gasps, and I caught them pointing her way, before she looked forward once more, lest I become too self-conscious.

She proceeds to walk past tables of clothing, with more clothing along the walls. She stops to look at some at the table, and I'm made to wait, naked and being coming increasingly an object of conversation, and as I look about, I see people whispering about me while trying to not get my attention. With that, she picked up a silky top, held it before me, and paused as if thinking, before putting it down, folding it, and placing it back. "I hope you don't mind, I figure holding it before you will help me decide what clothing I should buy. I hope you don't mind being so close to clothes but completely bereft of any yourself."

I pause, finding myself having to resist grabbing up the first thing that caught my eye, doing my best to remain calm, and smiling her way, and in the best-relaxed tone, I could manage. "No problem. Anything to help out a friend." I pause, waiting for some recognition of what I said, and As I watch, she smiles back and nods back, "That's refreshing to hear. Let's go check over there next." With that, she walked across to another table, taking me past both the changing rooms and several groups of guests. I can hear them talking, though I can't clearly hear them. I manage to keep relaxed as I pass them by, even as the back of my mind reminded me of all the different shapes and sizes of clothing just within arm's reach. We stop at a new display, and once more she's holding cloth up before me, and after another once more making me wait, actually hands me something, as she coyly states, "I can trust you not to wear my purchases, despite your state of undress, right?"

She lifts an eyebrow at me, and I have to smile, as it seems so ludicrous to hand clothes to a naked person and expect them not to want to wear them, but managed not to make it so obvious, and in my best casual voice managed, "Oh, of course.", which she nodded at as I extended my right arm, which she really hangs several articles of clothing; a few shirts, a skirt and a pair of shorts. With that, she's off to other racks and displays, and to my eternal embarrassment, I find much of the hallways are lined with tile floor, rather than carpet. This meant, of course, my high heels are *click-clacking* all over the place, practically announcing my presence throughout the store, and thus, where to find the attractive naked lady.

She takes her time, clearly engrossed in her trip, and likely enjoying having me on display, and the whole time casually asking me about the clothing she was looking at; sizes, colours, styles, etc, even as I'm left naked before any and all the customers of the shoppe. Eventually, she declares, "Ok, I should have everything, but first ... I should make sure everything is just right. Could you wait for me outside the changing room while I try some things on? I should only be a in for few minutes".