Tight Spot

They laughed and waved them at each other, the boy taking part in his friend's banter and fun, though, unlike the rest, he occasionally shot apologetic smiles her way which she met with a stoic look.
Leaving the shelves in more of a mess than they'd found them they made their way to the stores lingerie selection, one of the jocks, grinning, picked out a petite silk negligee which he held it up to the boys frame, the group laughing as he blushed, the outfit was, it seemed, in his size and fit his figure well.
Embarrassed, the boy picked up a pink and black bra and panty set aimed at plus-sized women and held it up to one of the jocks.
The group laughed louder and the jock scooped up the items, holding them to his buff frame and striking a mock feminine pose.
Eying the group curiously Shannon reevaluated them, it had seemed that the boy had been being picked on at first, the member of the group that everyone else made fun of, but he gave as good as he got and they laughed along with him. Real friends, she thought.
They put the lingerie back, again, messily, and proceeded onto a shelving range of packers, soft cocks varying in size for trans men or, as a novelty and Shannon sighed a little.
The boy interested her, but she wasn't going to let them ruin her whole store just for their amusement.
Cody blushed as one of the guys waved one of the larger models of flopping cock in his direction and they laughed.
"You like holding dick huh?" Came a voice from behind the group.
They turned, almost in unison, to see Shannon standing there, the whole group falling silent as they drank in the view.
She was a tall woman, well built with very full c-cup breasts under a crop top, her stomach, belly button piercing and varying tattoo's on show across her skin.
She had her hands on her slightly curved hips, a smirk on her face. She was in her late twenties with long hair dyed blue but with raven black roots showing through. A lip, nose and eyebrow piercing completing her image.