Shopping for Panties, Pt. 04
By Miss Amanda

I laugh as the woman walks up to us. “Oh, this isn’t my boyfriend. More like just a friend, and we’re buying some things for a girl we know.” I watch as you fidget, feeling very uncomfortable around all these girly undergarments. You radiate fear and worry, as if you’re just waiting for someone to call you out on being a kinky little slut who wants to buy panties.

“Of course, we can definitely help you out with that. What size is this friend of yours,” the saleswoman asks, looking us both up and down. I turn to look at you as well, so that now there are two pretty girls staring at you amongst all these intimate garments.

“Hmm?” I prompt you. “What size does she wear?” I cross my arms as I wait for you to respond.

“Umm, umm,” you start, completely embarrassed. “I think, umm…”

I giggle, and the sale clerk laughs too, even though she’s not in on our little joke. “Well, silly, is she smaller than you? Maybe a bit bigger than you, or…” I pause, letting the question come with all the weight of impending doom, “or, is she just about your size, huh?”

Your eyes are wide, like those of a deer caught in headlights, and you have to look away to make words come out of your glossy, sticky mouth. “I, uhh. I guess that maybe she’s just about…well…about my size, maybe.”

I clear my throat, hiding a mean little smile beneath my small hand.

“Umm, my size exactly,” you finally say, not looking the blonde sales girl in the eyes any longer.

I throw my hands up in the air, enthusiastically. “Well, that’s great! That means that Susie here,” I point at the girl’s name tag, “can just go ahead and take your measurements, and then we’ll be able to make sure everything fits…your friend, of course!”

Susie seems slightly uncomfortable, but we did give her a semi-plausible explanation, so she pulls a soft, flexible measuring tape from a pocket in her blouse, and approaches you. “I just need to get a few measurements, and we can figure out exactly what size you…I mean, your friend is.”

The next few minutes are uncomfortable and nervous, as the blonde girls measures around your waist and your thigh, from your belly button up to where your nipples might be, and finally around your chest and back.

“Oh, um, what size are her breasts?” she finally asks, looking first at me, and then back to you for an answer.

You already so mortified, so I answer for you. “Really big. I mean our friend, she has these huge, slutty boobs,” I say, holding my hands out in front of my own tits, to emphasize just how much bigger your fake boobs are going to be. “Probably double Ds,” I say, with another giggle. You just look down with a red, burning face.

Part 5 posted on Jan. 9th, 2009

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