Despite your decision yesterday that whatever happens you won't be dressing as a girl for the humanities project, you are somehow drawn towards looking a bit more closely at what girls actually wear.
Clearly you're not going to be wearing any of it, but now that the topic has been raised, you're quite curious about what girls wear, and why its different to what boys wear. Obviously their shape necessitates them to wear bras, but why is girls' stuff always softer and smoother and tighter fitting, and somehow sexier, um no, nicer?
Now you happen to be outside a shop that could well start to answer some of these questions, and you realize that you're quite interested in finding out. Actually you realize you're incredibly interested in finding out more about girls' clothes, which you know is a bit odd, but you reckon your subconscious is trying to work out an alternative scope for the project - obviously avoiding you having to cross-dress - so you're happy enough to run with the feeling for now.
So you step inside and have a look around. Despite being promoted as a swimwear shop there is quite a range of different clothing inside, ranging from swimsuits and bikinis, halter tops and shorts, beach dresses and romper suits, all the way through to a range of footwear and jewelery.
You head to the female section - actually the bigger part of the store - and start to browse around, feeling some of the materials and admiring the colors and patterns, and increasingly wonder what some of these things would feel like when worn. You assume the softer material would be equally soft on the skin, although you know that merely feeling with your fingers is not a true reflection of how something would feel for real. You're also a bit fascinated by bras. Not why girls wear them, as that's obvious, but what it feels like having something wrapped around just your chest, which seems a bit weird really.
After a few minutes looking around you look up to find one of the shop assistants in front of you. She's in her late teens and you notice she's wearing a purple tee shirt with the store's logo over a pair of sporty gray leggings, with the store's name and logo emblazoned down the side, and a pair of flat sandals.You can just make out the outline of her bra strap through the material of the tee and wonder what color bra she's wearing, and if she has matching panties... You suddenly stop, and are instantly horrified by what you've just be thinking.What the heck are you doing? Why do you care what color underwear she has? What has gotten into you? You try to pull your thoughts together and hope she didn't notice you scanning her clothes...
She smiles at you, and ask you a question.
“Hi. Can I help you at all? Is there anything particular you're looking for?”
Oh crap. You can't say you're just suddenly interested in looking at girls clothes. That would be just pervy. You'll have to come up with something a bit more viable, and quick.
“Oh, hi. No, not really, thanks. I'm just looking because...”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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