Alexis Chapter 3

When I get to the mall, I find that I'm overwhelmed with excitement. I see countless teenage girls shopping and talking on their cell phones, and it actually turns me on to think that I'm essentially doing the same thing as them; picking out what I think will look the best on me for a hot date to a dance.

My first stop is the store Wet Seal. It's a juniors and teen clothing store for girls. I decide to focus on my dance outfit first, since that will be the most expensive.

The formal dresses are in an area towards the back of the store, where not many people are, so I have no problem walking back there and taking a look. I pretend to be a little confused, but in reality I know what I'm looking for and everything; a size four. To my surprise, none of the employees even look twice at me. They must get a lot of guys who are buying stuff for their girlfriends.

Sorting through the rack of dresses, I start to realize that making a decision is going to be hard. It's not like I can try anything on. A red mini-dress with a pleated bottom catches my eye, but I decide not to get it since it's not really what I'm looking for. I consider buying a white, slinky little dress, but then realize that it's probably a little too slutty for a high school homecoming dance.

After nearly fifteen minutes of looking through the dresses, my eyes drift across one that I know I just have to have. It's a light blue mini halter dress, skin tight, and fairly short, coming to what I estimate to be just a few inches below my ass. The ties for around the neck are black, and they sort of go down to form the lining on the outside of the cups of the dress, which are low cut and padded to show a good amount of cleavage. It's modern and sexy, without being too slutty looking. It's the last one of that style, so I check the size, hoping that it will fit. It's a size three. It might be a little short, but I figure that I can make it work.

I check out the wall of panties. Everything they have there is incredibly sexy and fun. It's not like some stores, where the occasional thong or g-string is thrown in with a bunch of white cotton panties; everything here is colorful and skimpy. I decide to stock up on some underwear, since I know that I'm probably going to have enough money left over anyway.