REALLY help the girl.

"So what kind of underwear do you wear then, Leena?"

A sudden, bold, pretty inappropriate question all things considered.

She looks surprisingly uncomfortable. "J-Just normal."

"Normal? What exactly is normal nowadays?" It seems like she isn't budging. "All right. How about you guess mine?"

"That's a weird game..."

You snicker. "Look closely at my body and try to guess. Take as long as you want. If you guess correctly, I'll let you see it."

"Wh-Why would I want to see your underwear?" she asks bashfully.

Yet, she starts staring anyway, and she really does take her time.

"Wait. It has to be--No, no. You're not."

You slide your hand down the back of her head, and stare directly into her eyes with a coy smirk. "What was that?"

"None, is the answer."

"That's right," you whisper. "Darn. You won."

"Then how do you show me?"

"I guess I'll gave to get creative."

Her face now is glowing red, and her breathing is heavy and erratic. The poor girl. It's so obvious what she wants, but she's nervous about admitting it. Maybe she hasn't come out publicly yet.

"Follow me," you say as you start walking off. She wants to ask why, but remains silent as she follows the path of your swinging hips.

You lead the geeky girl through the aisles of shirts, pants, underwear, and more. You take her past it all and to a series of dressing rooms. This particular Walmart was never all that busy, and on this day, not even a single dressing room is occupied. You make your way over to the farthest one and open up the door. Meanwhile, Leena looks to you concerned, especially when you don't close the door behind you. A single finger beckons her inside.

Then, you close the door behind her.

"I did lose the game after all, right?" you ask, and begin to slip the remainder of your top's buttons apart one at a time. "And did you know the security camera for this stall has been broken for a week?"

"No, no. You don't have to do this," she says, pressing back against the wall--the one marking the end of the series of dressing booths.

"Can I do it if I want to?"

She trembles and looks you over. "S-Sure, I guess."

With the final button gone, you slowly pull the shirt open, like a curtain parting the entrance to paradise. She steps closer, her lips quiver, and she starts to raise up hand as if she's going to do something, but chickens out and stops.

You take the initiative and hold her wrists, and guide her hands to cup around your bust. She instinctively squeezes.

"Aren't you nervous, not wearing a bra?" she asks quietly.

You also keep your voice down. "Not just the bra. I decided to have fun today."

"I l-like having fun."

She removes her hands, and nervously places one over her groin. "I..."

You take her cheek in one of your hands. It's incredibly soft. "What is it, Leena?"

"I'm not... either."