Sneak into the dressing rooms

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There's two dressing rooms, but only one has its curtains drawn. You had thought them empty. Upon closer inspection however, you realize that there's muffled sounds coming from behind the drawn curtain, and a flickering shadow peeking under the lower edge of the fabric. The shadow is thin, it's movements jerky and unsure. The sounds tell of someone uncomfortably trying not to be heard while struggling with unfamiliar clasps and measurements. The conclusion is obvious: a girl about as young as your sixth grade ward.
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There's two dressing rooms, but only one has its curtains drawn. You had thought them empty. Upon closer inspection however, you realize that there's muffled sounds coming from behind the drawn curtain, and a flickering shadow peeking under the lower edge of the fabric. The shadow is thin, its movements jerky and unsure. The sounds tell of someone uncomfortably trying not to be heard while struggling with unfamiliar clasps and measurements. The conclusion is obvious: a girl about as young as your sixth grade ward.
"Uhm, mom?" comes the girl's wavering voice.  
"Uhm, mom?" comes the girl's wavering voice.  

Revision as of 19:21, 4 August 2013

There's two dressing rooms, but only one has its curtains drawn. You had thought them empty. Upon closer inspection however, you realize that there's muffled sounds coming from behind the drawn curtain, and a flickering shadow peeking under the lower edge of the fabric. The shadow is thin, its movements jerky and unsure. The sounds tell of someone uncomfortably trying not to be heard while struggling with unfamiliar clasps and measurements. The conclusion is obvious: a girl about as young as your sixth grade ward.

"Uhm, mom?" comes the girl's wavering voice.

You quickly shoot a glance over your shoulder - the woman, surely the girl's mother, and the clerk are still locked in discussion. It looks like they're far from done. Lingerie, it seems, is a fascinating subject.

"Could you hand me one of the other ones?" the girl speaks again. It's obvious what she means - a lineup of different bras and assorted pieces of lingerie hang outside her dressing room.

A devilish smile spread across your lips, and with it comes some long-forgotten demonic magic. You mouth the incantations under your breath, cursing the bras and other pieces.

Do you hand her:

the A-cup?

the silk thong?

the DD-cup?

Slip the thong on yourself.

You are possessing:
6th Grade Boy
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