Thread: déjà-vu of a nightmare - Alan23 and Sandy)

i look at him, my shame and humiliation turning to anger. there is no way that he will make me walk back, not after what happened, and that is exactly what i will tell him right now. i open my mouth ... but nothing comes out. instead of telling him off, i turn, my wet skirt clinging indecently, noisily to my wet pantyhose, and i walk back towards the square. tears flooding my face, i am under his control again. doing my best to ignore the crowds, laughing and pointing at me, taking photos and videos with their cell phones, i finally reach the boutique. both sales ladies are outside, close enough to keep an eye on the store, but too curious about the hubbub on the square to stay inside. when they notice me walking up to them, their amused smiles turn to indecision. the crazy woman, who just peed herself in public wants to enter their boutique, should they let me in? should they use this oportunity to make money, or would it be better to tell me to get lost and not have their name pulled into this? the older one looks at me and when she sees my tearstained face, she feels sorry, and says it's ok, hun. you go right into the fitting room. i'll find something for you and will bring it over. grateful i want to thank her, but instead i have to say what he has ordered me to say, so i stutter ... i...i have wet myself l...like a pathetic little child and...and need to buy a change of clothes. yes hun, i can see that. no need to state the obvious she replies annoyed, probably already regretting that she asked me in. she points to several small cubicles, and when i enter the one farthest to the entrance, she quickly dashes to the counter and hands me a plastic garbage bag for your ... uhm ... things she mumbles. thankful i accept it and undress quickly, stuffing my soiled skirt, panties and hose into the bag, including my ruined shoes. i don't have to wait long for her to return with couple of dresses, a blouse and a skirt. she hands them to me through the curtain. i look them over, one dress is a size too small, the other and the skirt are exactly my size, but the blouse is a little transparent and i really don't need a blouse anyways. i try on the skirt, since my own blouse and jacket are still fine. it is actually really nice, but it is lime green, and looks awkward with my black jacket. softly i call for the kind sales lady, and she answers right away, probably standing in front of the changing room. do you have a skirt in black please, and underwear, please. no underwear hun, sorry. we don't sell lingerie. how about the size, is that ok? yes i reply, the skirt is perfect, just the color doesn't fit. geez, you really worry about color? she giggles, but returns a few minutes later with a couple of black skirts. the nicer one is way to short to wear without panties, stopping a few inches over my knees, and the other only just covers my knees too, but it is a lot saver than the short one. i hate to bother you again i whisper, but do you sell shoes too? no, sorry. no lingerie, no shoes. she replies. barefoot, wearing the new skirt, holding the garbage bag in my left hand, i step out of the safety on the fitting room. she looks at me quizzically and then nods. not perfect, hun, but considering your options, the best you can hope for she nods. i swallow a few times and thank her for her kindness, feeling extremly vulnerable wearing a skirt without panties. but she is right of course, considering my options this is so much better than before. the price for the skirt is outrageous, but, having no choice i pay and leave the store. quite a few people have followed me from the square, but they all seem disappointed when i walk out, more or less decently dressed again, even though barefoot. but they can't know that i'm not wearing anything underneath my new skirt, so the crowd quickly dissolves and only my tormentor stays.