The local mall

Ah, shopping malls. Your local one is doing great, despite the proliferation of online purchasing in recent years. You've spent a fair amount of time here as a mall rat, so you know it pretty well.

Your first stop is the Hot Topic. You step into the store and it's the same as always - cramped layout, goth merchandise, understaffed. Right now there is a single employee, doing their best to staff the register and try not to let too much of the merch get shoplifted. And just like you remember - a single dressing room in the far back, away from prying eyes of mallgoers, but also from the supervision of the staff. Not that you're worried about that.

The dressing room has a curtain for a "door", which is great news. Even better news - it's occupied! You angle yourself so that you can see through a small gap between the curtain and the wall. A beautiful sight greets you - a young woman, probably your age, with short black hair and pale skin. She's facing away from you, so you can't see her face, but you can see her nice ass in jeans and the back of her black bra. She fiddles with something outside your field of view - and then she puts a shirt on. Damn.

No, wait! After a few moments, she takes it off again, and puts on another one. She's turning her body side to side but stays facing away from you. There must be a mirror on the side that you can't see. If only you could see that mirror!

She takes the last shirt off and doesn't put another one on - she looks like she's folding them back up. If you're going to see anything more than her back and her bra strap, you're going to have to take a bigger risk. You take a deep breath and gently push the curtain a little farther open, and angle yourself to look in the mirror.

Jackpot! Nice flat stomach, sweet little B cups, the top halves jiggling nicely in a cute little black bra with a subtle bit of lace. Your erection goes from half- to full-mast almost immediately.

Your reverie is abruptly interrupted. "John?!" Uh oh. You fell victim to the classic blunder - her eyes are up here. They found yours in the mirror - and they recognize you. It's Ashlyn, a girl from your school. You're not surprised she shops here; she's got kind of a goth/tomboy style. She never wears anything revealing or even particularly tight - you had no idea she was hiding such nice little boobs. But now she's seen you, and her face is turning beet red.

"I- you- um," she stammers. She's so cute when she's nervous. "What are you doing?" she finally asks.

"I.... uh" you reply. You had a bunch of clever lies prepared, but being recognized has thrown you off, and you feel yourSELF turning red as your mouth fails you.

"...Um. I mean, I guess I can tell what you're doing. I know you're allowed. I guess I just... I mean, oh my god. I have to go." She throws her shirt on (an alternative band tee, kind of baggy) and hurries out of the store, hands covering her face. Well. That wasn't what you expected. But at least you know the rule works. Now to sit back, browse, and await your next entertainment.