News Club Member: Emma

Quickly grabbing a set that she found cute, the girl skipped to the changing area where only Mark was sitting and waiting.

“She in there?” Emma asked, pointing at the door end to the left.

Mark nodded before looking at the three individually.

“Good, let's get ready,” one of the hooded figures said.

…

Currently Renee was feeling out a pair of jeans and a loose fitting sweater. Checking herself out in the mirror she turned to inspect her back half. “Hmm it hugs my butt a bit much, ah whatever, compared to what I've been **** to wear lately this is rather bland” she said to herself. Accepting the outfit she started to undress to put them in the “buy” pile.

Behind her a small camera was watching her from under the door. On the other side one of the hooded figures seemed to get a signal. Expertly picking the simple lock on the door. Flinging it open suddenly as Renee was pulling the sweater over her head. Having taken off the pants first, she was now showing off her matching pair of bright yellow and white striped bra and panties.

“Ah what the fuck!” Renee yelled feeling someone grab her wrists with the sweater keeping it over head. Another hand grabbed her bra and effortlessly ripped it off.

“Wha- NO! Stop, please!” she begged, feeling her rockin knockers spill free once again.

Her plea falling on deaf ears as she felt the panties get harshly pulled up. Digging into her crotch and lifting her off the ground for a second before ripping off. Causing her pert posterior to wildly wobble when she landed on her feet. A pained moan squeaked out of her throat.

Meanwhile the other hooded figure grabbed the clothes Renee came in, including her sock and shoes, and her bag. Walking out just as quickly as they came. Signaling Mark and Emma.

Seeing this Mark stormed into the changing room, while Emma started taking off her pink mini skirt.

“Get off her” Renee heard Mark yell before feeling the grip on her arms let go. Panicked and confused Renee **** the sweater down and backed into the nearest corner. To watch in horror as Mark was slammed into a wall, punched in the nose, dazing him. He slid down the wall and onto his butt. The attacker immediately running off.

Renee looked back to see Mark clutch his nose, blood gushing.

“Oh God Mark, are you ok?” she asked before bending down to check him.

“I'm good, honestly this was deserved. I got a bit distracted, I'm sorry Renee” he said guiltily.

This made Renee immediately drop whatever anger she had for him. Though she still wondered what allowed this to happen.

“Um is everything OK in here?” She heard a feminine voice say behind them.

“Eep!” Renee yelped before standing up. Worried that her butt was spilling out the sweater as she squated down. She looked to the open door to spot a pretty blonde.

Who then caught site of Mark and said worriedly “oh my god Mark are you OK? What happened” as she walked over to the guy sitting against the wall.

Renee looked at the two when she noticed something “oh” she said realizing what distracted Mark.

Of all the things that would get a horny teenage guy to drop all responsibility and let down the people relying on them, a cute girl was the fastest. And this one was currently pantless. Her shapely butt strained a cute pair of pink panties. Something she didn't seem to notice.

“Um were you in the middle of changing?” Renee asked.

The blonde girl looked up “yeah why?”

“You're missing something” Renee politely warned.

“Hmm?” the girl hummed, before looking down. Spotting her gaff the girl squeaked “oh my” before slapping her hands over the embarrassing sight and ran off. Her pert butt bouncing in the flexible cotton panties.

…

“How embarrassing” the blonde said having returned with a skirt on.

For Renee to respond in just the sweater that barely covered everything “it could be worse.”

Emma look over to her at her bare pale legs and feet “I guess so, um what happened?”

“Some assholes snuck up on me and stole my clothes… oh no and my purse with my wallet. Dammit!” Renee cursed.

“What?” Mark asked.

“All the clothes in here belong to the store. I can't just walk out without paying… and and… I'm… they stole my underwear too so I…” Renee stuttered realizing the depth of her problem.

“I'm sorry Renee, I should've stayed by the door” Mark apologized again letting go of his nose that finally clotted.

Renee wanted to accept the apology but was currently wrestling with the fact she was about to have prance around the mall in some form or fashion nude. Even if Mark gave up his shirt, his infuriatingly tight white shirt, she'd be walking around bottomless. And Mark had no money to pay for anything. She debated on asking the girl for help but historically asking for clothes from strangers hadn’t helped her much.

“How about I let you borrow my clothes” the blonde girl suddenly offered.

“Hmm?” Renee hummed, caught off guard by the offer.

“Well I was kind of the one who distracted your bodyguard. Sorry” she said with an apologetic look.

“Distracted him, how?” Renee asked, unable to keep her curiosity in anymore.

Emma just put on an embarrassed look while Mark put on a guilty one. “I-I wanted a second opinion on the outfit I was trying on and and well he was just standing there so I thought I'd ask.”

Confused, Renee asked further, “why would that mean Mark had to step away?”

The girl just blanched for Mark to stutter out “she she was um changing into the outfit when I heard you scream, from the other changing room.”

Renee’s eye twitched.

“Never mind that! I'll go change into the outfit I got and you can borrow this one while I wear that one out ok?” the blonde girl said before running out the door again.

Seeing this Mark turned back to see Renee glaring at him.

“I um uh” he stuttered.

“You left me **** to watch some girl you just met undress?” She asked.

“She uh goes to school with us. Her name's Emma” he clarified.

Only to see Renee’s eye twitch more aggressively “oh I'm sorry, so you left me **** to watch a classmate undress. That's totally different” her sarcasm laced with anger.

Mark just hung his head in shame.

Seeing this Renee sighed remembering how hard he was punched in the nose trying to help her. So the two just sat in awkward silence waiting for the blonde girl to return. Renee not looking forward to squeezing into the girls gaudy pink outfit.

…

“You look great,” Emma said, now wearing a pink cardigan and tight-fitting jeans.

Renee just eyed herself up and down in the mirror trying to comfort herself by saying in her head “at least you're not naked.” While ignoring how ridiculous she thought she looked in the bright pink spaghetti strap tank top that fit on her like a crop top. Showing off her midriff, ample cleavage, and even some side boob because of how tightly her girls were pressed against it. Then there was the skirt that a third of her abundant booty spilled out of. Finally was the tight thigh highs that fit so snuggly on the girls thicc thighs they spilled out at the top. Obviously meant for the blonde much more slender legs.

She sighed “alright let's get out of here.”

“Um Renee,” Mark said looking at his phone.

“What?”

He turned it over to show that he had gotten a message… From Her Phone!

[Hey Red guess you'll want your stuff back. Just reply yes and we'll tell you where and how]

Seeing this Renee panicked for a moment knowing Tracy, and whoever else was working with her, got access to her phone. Then she went through an existential crisis wondering if she should play into their game.

In the end she chose…