I couldn't believe I was standing in the middle of Victoria's Secret dressed like this. It was my roommate's turn to do the laundry, so my clothing options were limited. Here I was, in public, with only a jacket and a skirt. Bad enough I was commando, but the feel of the jacket on my chest was very disconcerting.
Prioritizing function over fashion, I grabbed ten sets of panties and three bras. Having a-cup breasts meant that I usually went without a bra.
I decided that I didn't want to leave the store in the same condition I entered it. If I saved the tags for anything I wore, I'd get the cashier to charge me for the items and leave the store without the additional anxiety of being practically naked.
The underwear in hand, I made my way to a fitting room. I took off and hung my jacket on the hook by the door to put on one of the bras. After adjusting the bra into a more comfortable position, I slipped a pair of panties up my legs under my skirt and relished in the feeling of extra coverings. Grabbing my jacket off the hook, I put it back on.
At the cash register, I watched the total cost jump up every time the cashier scanned an item and cringed. I charged the whole thing to my credit card, and started heading to the exit of the store thinking about how I would be able to pay off the purchase at the end of the month.
Just as I reached the exit, I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Excuse me, ma'am. Could you please come with me?"
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