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Mallory's Summer Shopping (Literature)
🕑 Added 2022-09-01 15:52:24 +0000 UTCIt was a sizzling August swelter, the kind of humid heat it felt like AC had to physically peel off your skin. For a brief moment Mallory almost felt relief to be dressed for the weather, with the emphasis wholly placed on the ‘almost.’ Ironically, as she stood blinking against the unrelenting sun’s glare, something close to a chill wormed through her tummy. A breeze so faint it was nothing but warmer air in motion curled around her bare shoulders and caused her mouth to drop slightly, the worrying reality eclipsing the cheeriness of the day. Never would she be used to the feeling, showing off so much of herself. Still, she made a promise, and against all odds, she wasn’t going to let anyone down.
Since even the best of her short-lived summer work had been just that, Mallory had decided to ride out the last half of summer vacation at home, hopefully keeping herself away from the prying eyes of a town that had seen far more of her (and her body) than she ever wanted anyone to see! But ‘stay-cationing’ didn’t stay rosy for long, felled by the one thing Mallory hadn’t expected: boredom. With her typical hobby of skateboarding around the neighborhood only taking her so far - especially since it’d turned into a bad memory on wheels! - and her bookshelf having no page unturned at that point, she turned to other time-wasters, though success was of short supply. Origami was a bust, her attempts dancing nearly put a hole in her bedroom wall, and her poems wouldn’t make the cut for a candy wrapper! Wearying of lounging inside, though, eventually Mallory turned to gardening! The thought of a nice homegrown and homemade strawberry smoothie was too enchanting to pass up, and so Mallory cleared some space in the backyard and went full-on farmer mode!
Her first days tending the garden made one thing immediately clear: she had no green in her thumbs to speak of. She wasn’t sure what she did wrong, maybe not burying the plants deep enough, maybe overwatering, maybe bad soil, but everything she tried to cultivate withered before so much as bearing a leaf. Her fruitless (literally!) frustrations, however, caught the ear of her elderly neighbor, ‘Madam’ Marge Marple, a lithe live wire clad in unseasonable satin, with hair pulled into a grey-streaked bun of faded gold. Sensing Mallory’s frustration, the kind old woman genially offered a shady spot to rest, a lemonade, and some gardening tips. One visit turned into every Tuesday and Friday at noon, and while none of the tips stuck, it very quickly stopped being about gardening anyway, with the two simply enjoying each other’s company! At the ripe old age of 94, Marge had lived quite the adventurous life! Born to steel mill tycoons, little Margie ran away to avoid being pigeonholed into a secretary role, taking up a gig as an acrobat, before sneaking abroad to help postwar refugees. For twenty years she remained overseas, exploring the continent from mountain peaks to rolling valleys, helping struggling communities, before opening and running her own burlesque club in Paris - hence the ‘Madam’ title she still proudly bore - although Marge insinuated her girls weren’t just dancers! “Those were the days of exploring the realm of sensation.” Marge beamed in recollection. “It was all about experience, and of course that’s where we shined like stars!” Mallory blushed upon learning that spot of trivia, and wondered if anyone else in the neighborhood knew about these scandalous origins!
Eventually, the passing of Marge’s father and subsequent inheritance pulled her back state-side, where she became the manager of a local playhouse that was still putting on shows to this day! And the money? Fuel for Marge’s wanderlust! Mallory could listen for hours about all the wonderful things Marge had seen and done: sherpa’d more than a dozen teams up Everest; starred in a late 60s ‘picture’ series about a wayward model falling for an arrogant farmer; she even had a framed photo of herself among real penguins, in real Antarctica! In her day, it was expected of a lady to marry young and settle early, but Marge rejected that status quo and lived life only for herself! Sounded a little lonely, Mallory thought, but she so admired Marge’s free-spirited drive! Mallory couldn’t imagine doing half the stuff Marge talked about…
Of course, those were days long gone, and presently being 94, Marge couldn’t be as self-sufficient as she was back then. During her visits, it was common for Mallory to perform little chores for Marge, simple things like dusting the ceiling fan, or inching a bookcase a bit more to the right. Marge had some family in the area, who visited and helped her along most days, but she was social at heart, and became so grateful for Mallory coming by on the days they couldn’t! The pleasure was all Mallory’s! She hadn’t had any idea what history lived right next door! And she was more than pleased to help such a caring old ‘madam’ however she could! It made her quite self-conscious, though, when every so often, Marge would try and turn things around and get Mallory to share her own stories. Her life at a glance was much more simplistic, notwithstanding the current summer of horrors she’d been weathering, none of which she dared to share! But beyond that, Mallory began looking forward to every Tuesday and Friday, just as she would when hanging out with any other friend!
Last Tuesday, Marge wanted to give Mallory a little something, a token of appreciation for her work, and for “indulging a rambling old woman.” She had guided Mallory to the bedroom closet, from which she produced a vibrant, summery strapless dress she herself had worn when she was “about the same age.” Mallory was in awe, not just at the dress but how well-preserved it was! The deep green fabric, dappled with pineapples, was silky to the touch and immaculately vibrant! “I was just about your size!” Marge smiled at Mallory’s excitement. “I think it would simply pop on you!” Mallory smiled back, not quite sure what that meant but liking the way it sounded! Though Marge’s tone suggested she wanted Mallory to try it on then and there, they had to cut the visit short when Marge’s great-niece showed up early to take her to a routine physical. As she left, Marge smiled once more at Mallory, and expressed her excitement at seeing her in the dress next time she came over! “You’ll look like you just walked right out of the pictures, I simply know it!” Just as eager, Mallory ran home to try it on! It didn’t take long, however, for that eagerness to be tested…
The dress was a snug and skimpy fit indeed! It was a size or two small, barely reaching a third of the way down her thighs, and, that’s the lowest she could pull it without exposing any more of her breasts, which were practically bursting out! More than half of her oversized balloons spilled out over the top of the strapless dress, way more skin shown than with anything else Mallory ever wore! Even if her chest had been a normal size like she wanted, it’d still be a very showy, very provocative piece, that highlighted all the parts of Mallory she most wanted to hide! It was almost like wearing nothing but a thin towel, and Mallory felt all kinds of skeeves upon looking at herself in the mirror!
Still, Marge had sounded so eager to see Mallory wear it! Mallory didn’t want to disappoint her, or make her think she wasn’t grateful for the gift… It’s just for a visit, Mallory finally reasoned with herself. It was only Marge! She’d wear it once for the visit, and then she’d never have to wear it again, simple! Just enough to show Marge she appreciated the gift, then back to T-shirts and shorts!
And so Friday rolled around in scorching sunshine, yet Mallory stepped outside with ice in her belly. The literal second she stepped out from the shade, the naked heat on her shoulders, all up her thighs, and across her partially-exposed chest… Mallory already caught herself fidgeting with the lacy hem of the dress that suddenly somehow felt even smaller. She’d seriously considered having tights or legging underneath, but one step into the August mugginess killed off any thought even remotely related to wearing layers! Besides, it’d cover her legs, but those weren’t the most… *prominently displayed* areas… She’d just as seriously considered wearing a bra, but with how low the dress hugged her chest, she’d be putting the cups on full display! At the moment, though she almost would’ve tanked looking like a total dork just to get that extra coverage! Almost the entire top of each boob was peeking out, and every time she walked, the jiggles…
Just Marge’s, Mallory mentally reiterated, taking in a far-from-calming breath and teasing the dress slightly higher up her chest… only to tug it back down… then up… Eventually settling on the sad reality the dress simply wasn’t going to sit comfortably on her, Mallory breathed in again, braced, and began power walking next door to get things over with. Thankfully, it seemed like the heat was keeping most folks indoors! Only a single car grumbled past - not very slowly either, Mallory appreciated - and an older neighbor facing their lawn they were watering across the way. Still, Mallory hustled, arms unconsciously securing her very-insecure bosoms as she picked up her pace up Marge’s walk!
Nerves caused Mallory to knock harder than usual. It took Marge a moment to reach the door, long enough for Mallory to consider running home for a quick outfit change, but of course Marge opened the door the literal second Mallory thought to actually act on the impulse! Rather than her usual self-described bonhomie, however, Marge’s face was serious. “Ah, Mallory, so nice to see you my dear… Come in, please…” Marge ushered Mallory into the foyer, and she obliged, unsettled.
Shutting the front door and turning around, Marge’s expression of concern broke for a second, upon recognizing what Mallory was wearing. “Oh, look at you!” Marge clapped in delight. “Positively lovely!” She motioned for a twirl, which Mallory sheepishly performed, slowly so as to not cause the skirt to lift and flash her panties. “It truly suits you, darling! Wear it well, you hear?”
The praise turned Mallory bashful, and she was quick to change the subject. “Is… everything okay?” Referring, of course, to Marge’s originally-dire attitude.
That snapped Marge back into the same expression as before. “Ah, yes! You see, I have a favor to ask of you. My niece wasn’t able to come by yesterday! Little Danny jumped off the couch and sprained his wrist quite terribly!”
Mallory gasped and clutched her hands at her chest. “Is he okay?”
To her surprise and relief, Marge waved the worries away. “Oh, kids are tough! He’s already back to bouncing on the couch!” Marge allowed herself a small chuckle before continuing, “But Thursday, yesterday, is the day Jenny and I usually go shopping. Obviously we couldn’t go, and I won’t see Jenny again until Sunday, and I’m awfully low on quite a few things! Would it possibly be alright if I could trouble you to run down to the grocer for me?” Marge carefully crossed the foyer, grabbed her purse off a small oak end table, and began fishing through it. “I’ll pay, of course, with a little bonus in there for the trouble!”
Marge was so busy, she didn’t notice Mallory suddenly lose all color in her face. The last time she’d been to town, she’d raced through it on a skateboard while totally in the buff! It was a pretty uncontested pick for worst experience of her life, and it hadn’t been more than a couple weeks since. Between her hair and her endowment, Mallory’s was a recognizable appearance, and if any rumors were still circulating, she’d be an easy peg for ‘purple-headed streaker girl with huge, stupid boobies,’ especially in such a dress that brought said boobies to full attention! But at the same time… what was she gonna do, say no? Force this incredibly sweet old lady to wait however long to have her food? Marge finally pulled out a wad of bills and silently counted. Mallory’s mouth opened but nothing came out, because of course she wasn’t going to say ‘no.’ It wasn’t a question, and she helplessly knew it.
“I think… yes, that should do it!” As Marge abruptly turned back around to hold out a few neatly-folded twenty dollar bills, Mallory quickly adjusted her expression to as agreeable a smile as she could muster, considering her internal state being one of total chaos. “I do so very appreciate this!” Marge pushed the money between Mallory’s hands and squeezed.
Mallory’s efforts to maintain a smile doubled. “Of… of course! H-happy to… to help!”
Next thing she knew, Mallory was back outside, the door shut and latched behind her, and an overbearing sun once again weighing across her bare shoulders. One hand squeezed the list wrapped around the money, while her other immediately went back to fidgeting with the dress. Was she really about to do this?! She felt like she might as well waltz back into town naked again, for how little the dress left to imagination! The thought came to go change first… but what if Marge saw? Mallory glanced back but couldn’t tell if the shades were drawn or not. Say she was watching her right then, she was going to have to get going. Mallory sighed and broke down the route in her head into smaller pieces to make it all seem simpler. Go to the bus, go to the store, back on the bus, back to Marge. Didn’t sound like a lot that way, and yet…
“You got this!” So clearly she might as well have been beside her, Mallory heard Candice’s voice cheering her on. That’s what she’d say about now, wouldn’t she? You got this! Mallory sighed, wishing she wouldn’t have to go this one alone. But there wasn’t a question about it. A promise had been made… well, implicitly… and so, all by herself, Mallory grit her teeth and stepped into the sunlight.
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The problem of getting the town wasn’t that it was hard, just how it had to be done. Usually, Mallory commuted to town on her skateboard, but there were a thousand reasons why that was absolutely not happening, her current choice of clothing and the memory of the last time she was on it being the primary deterrents! Without a car of her own, the only alternative was to take the TRAC bus, which would take her from the front of the neighborhood to the center of the shopping district, which itself was only a couple blocks from the supermarket. As far as public transportation went, TRAC had a pretty clean… well, track record… but it was more the thought of getting into a big metal tube with a bunch of strangers for an extended period that made Mallory uneasy. Still, it was that or walk, which would take four times as long and with four hundred times the amount of cars and pedestrians… maybe an exaggeration, but still not something Mallory wanted to experience! And so she walked to the stop, and thankfully the front of the neighborhood seemed just as placid as it’d been deeper in, with barely anyone around. Even though she stood at the stop alone, Mallory still found herself clutching her fists up by her chest, still incredibly self-conscious about the amount of skin she put on display… Once the bus came, it was only her and a couple older people riding. Mallory caught a few of them frowning as she breezed by and took a spot near the back. Even though no one glanced back at her, Mallory still felt like she was trapped if not on a stage then behind the curtain… the big show was still to come, as the bus finally hissed to halt downtown…
Unfortunately, unlike the neighborhood, the town was hustle and bustle all over! Probably people trying to make the most of summer while they still could, Mallory thought to herself, either that or she’d gone right in the middle of the lunch rush. Some stoplight traffic was so packed it was at a standstill, cyclists sped by in the bike lane, and the sidewalks were so stuffed with commuters you’d think the Olympics were in town! Despite her attempts to act casual, Mallory passed through the crowd with her arms scrunched in at her sides, trying to keep the skimpy dress from flouncing too high, and succeeding less in keeping her boobs from shaking so much! Without a bra to keep them locked in place, and at the pace Mallory was walking to just get things over with, her chest was bouncing like crazy! It took every inch of Mallory’s self-control to not constantly reach up and fidget and bring more attention! She was already getting too much of it… Businesspeople, joggers, even some with families couldn’t help themselves, Mallory noticing several rubberneckers in her periphery! Some scowled, obviously agreeing with her that the outfit was showing a little too much of her, while others… well… the vaguely-approving looks were somehow way, way worse! Mallory kept her head down best she could, trying to block out the stares and the whispers she thought she heard… She couldn’t reach the market soon enough!
While Mallory had hoped to be in and out of the store in ten minutes or so, she wound up spending almost an hour roaming the aisles! There were some obvious essentials like toilet paper and a bushel of bananas, but there was a lot of the stuff on the list Mallory didn’t recognize, like various spices and soup stocks, which sent her on laps through the entire store. She wound up looking for what she thought was a spice for almost twenty minutes before realizing it was a vegetable she was supposed to find! Some of the delay might have been chalked up to her being… distracted… The longer Mallory stayed in the store, the more and more eyes she felt on herself, up her thighs and along her chest… She kept her gaze glued to either the list in her hand or the shelves in front of her, but out of the corner of her eyes she thought she’d see people stopping, making staring, maybe commenting on her revealing outfit, or worse! One time, she tried reaching for something on the topmost shelf, jumping and only grazing it with her fingers, only to freeze upon sensing someone staring. Sure enough, some burnout at the other end of the aisle was just taking in the sight of the busty purple-haired girl jumping up and down, her prodigious boobs bouncing almost clear out of the dress! Mallory grabbed the next best option on the lower shelf and moved on, humiliated. There was no indication they or anyone else she passed recognized her from the skateboarding incident, but Mallory preferred to not look and never know for sure!
Finally, Mallory checked and doubled checked with relief that she’d gotten everything on Marge’s list. Even though she was over the recommended item limit, she sped through self-checkout and managed to fit everything into four paper bags that were just small enough she could wrap her arms around them all without any problem. As she left, a young cart-fetcher Mallory was sure she’d seen passing by more than once and told her to have a good afternoon, to which Mallory barely nodded, desperate as she was to get out of there already!
Somehow, however, the walk back to the bus stop didn’t feel so bad as the one to the store. Maybe it was the experience, maybe it was the groceries themselves - the big paper bags acted pretty well as cover! Mallory felt like she was able to conceal the uncomfortable amount of cleavage she was displaying fairly well, at least from the sides, and hugging the bags did incidentally secure her boobs from bouncing as much. It helped a bit, as well, that the amount of traffic for both foot and wheels seemed lighter; perhaps the heat had driven more people inside? In any case, the roads were far from empty, with plenty of eyes still finding their way to an uncomfortable Mallory, but still, maybe it was the fact she was over the hump in her little mission, but this return trip seemed less daunting. Before she even properly noticed it, she realized she was only half a block away from being back at the bus stop! A smile lifted the corners of her mouth. Almost home free…
Fixated as she was on the bus stop ahead, however, Mallory missed what was literally under her own feet! “WHOA!” Mallory had drifted too close to the curb, until her foot finally slipped off the edge! Thankfully it wasn’t a far drop, but still Mallory stumbled and only barely caught herself before anything fell out from the bags! “Whoa…” It wasn’t as bad a wipeout as it could have been, but it was far from subtle! She’d slipped onto a big metal grate which loudly CLANGed as her wedge came down on it, and a few more times as she regained her footing. Mallory glanced each way and saw some passersby glancing back. Sheepishly, she grinned and nodded to say ‘it’s okay, I’m fine,’ while she tried to step back up onto the curb, but couldn’t. Like… her foot didn’t move… or the other one…
Quickly, Mallory looked down at her feet and realized why she was stuck: some people had apparently decided the grate was the perfect place to spit out their gum! Probably tried to smoosh it between the lattice with their feet, but all that did was flatten it wider! And on such a hot day, the gum had gotten so soupy, so sticky, the second her shoe was in it set like concrete! Worse, when she tried adjusting her stance for better purchase, she wound up getting her other wedge just as gummed up! She was trapped! Try as she might, Mallory couldn’t pull her shoes free!
Nervously, Mallory looked around. Seemed like anyone who had been looking at her dispersed for the time being. Still not making a scene, still just a very boring girl getting groceries, nothing to see here! Attempting to keep composed, Mallory tried to carefully wrench her shoes out from their gummy traps, only to hesitate at a distant sound of heavy machinery whirring to life, and a gentle waft of air to start blowing up from beneath her feet!
Once upon a time, Mallory was fascinated by the grates around the city that served as archaic ventilation for some business and transportation depots - because apparently as a child there’s nothing more fascinating than something that can shoot out giant gusts of air! They especially caught her interest when one of her favorite (and most formative) starlets posed for some scandalous advertisements depicting her stood on one, her a long flow dress blown upwards by the blowing air! But Mallory was no starlet, and she never imagined herself in such a situation!
In a matter of seconds, what started as a gentle outflow of air became its own windstorm, blowing directly up Mallory’s skimpy dress! “Ah! Mallory helplessly yelped as the man-made wind picked up in power, blasting up her dress and all the way up to her hair! “N-no! The air!” Mallory cried out as the gusts picked up even more ferociously, out of desperation that maybe someone could stop it? But of course no one could, and all her cries accomplished was causing more passersby to stop and gawk at the spectacle as it unfolded, as the gust reached its full power!
As the air blew harder upwards, Mallory felt the hem of the dress lifting! Memories of the starlet flashed through her brain! In a matter of seconds, everyone would see her underwear! “EEK! Don’t look! Please!” Hurriedly, she clenched her thighs around what fabric she could and stooped low as she could with arms overburdened with groceries to keep the dress down! Why’d she do that?! Now even more people were stopping to look because she just screamed at them not to! Wind whipping her dress and hair into a frenzy, Mallory’s mouth opened and closed in terror, and she pulled down on the dress even harder to keep herself covered! In her desperation, however, she pulled a little too hard! The air was relentless, and her fight against it quickly went wrong! In one fluid motion, one pull just a little too hard caused the dress to slide right down Mallory’s chest, causing her bare boobs to spill into full view!
Immediately, the growing crowd around her launched into surprised gasps, and more than a few laughs! Mallory, on the other hand, screamed in horror, her voice muffled in the gales! Her boobies, her boobies were totally bare and bouncing in the breeze! “Ah… ah…” Terror and burning humiliation frozen Mallory’s tongue, and she moved her arms back upwards, trying and failing to cover her exposed chest with the groceries! “D-don’t lk- pltheh! D-blkk!” Mallory’s pleas were interrupted by her own purple locks whipped around and blasted every which way by the gusts, as her bountiful bosoms continued to flounce and jiggle for all the see! And, of course, with Mallory letting go of the bottom of the dress, it was only a matter of time! In an instant, the garment flew up around her waist and floated around Mallory’s hips, putting her lacy white panties on full display!
Again the crowd surged, and again Mallory squealed in embarrassment! “N-no! Please! I-it’s th-the air! Somennnn!” Mallory uselessly begged as the wind continued to blow her hair into a purple tornado over her face, her massive breasts lifted by the current which blasted up through the leg holes of her panties and caused her ample cheeks to jiggle for those behind her! She became trapped in an unwinnable cycle of trying to push the dress back down and keeping her exposed bosoms covered, but the wind was too strong! She was nearly blasted on her butt for even trying to fight it! What a nightmare! Stuck in the middle of the streets, her boobs out and her panties revealed to everyone!
At long, merciful last, a loud mechanical *clunk* far below bid the air flow to finally cease. Even though the worst was finally over, the immediate silence that followed was one of the least bearable things Mallory ever weathered! Slowly, agonizingly so, the pineapple-covered fabric of the dress gently floated down around Mallory’s hips, as mussed strands of her purple hair settled over her face, as she stood there totally disheveled, dress completely ruffled and skewed, with her giant breasts heaving uncovered in front of a street full of pedestrians!
Mallory’s lower lip started to quiver and her grip on the grocery bags loosened, as she peered out from purple locks haphazardly tossed over her face. The voices gradually started back up, some of concern, some wondering if it was lewd street performance, and almost all of them accompanied by flashing smartphone cameras. How completely humiliating! She must look like the biggest, sluttiest idiot in town! First the skateboarding, now this?! If people didn’t know about her before, they certainly did then and there! How could this happen?! How was she ever going to live any of this down? Ready to burst into tears, Mallory just wanted to disappear and never be seen ever again!
At the precipice of falling all the way apart, however, a familiar face appeared in Mallory’s mind. What would Candice do in a situation like this? She apparently had stuff like this happen all the time, and yet she was so… happy… What would she do, if she was there? Well, knowing her… she’d calm down… she’d be practical. She’d just pick herself up and keep going.
And so Mallory tried. Blocking out her surroundings as best she could, Mallory carefully lowered her groceries onto the curb behind her, then jerked the dress back up over her exposed boobs, before she gently crouched to unfasten her shoes’ buckles. A couple people offered help that she brusquely ignored. Worst of all was when she could have sworn she heard a male groan down the walk, and her mind flashed an afterimage of Candice pushing that mean girl, which made her sigh. If only she had some of that ‘hutzpah,’ as Marge occasionally called it. At that point she just wanted to get her things and get the heck out of town! Thankfully, none of the gum made it to the straps of her wedges, and she was able to undo the buckles without getting any gunk on her hands. After a moment longer to let the crowd thin out, everyone going back about their daily business, Mallory attempted to stand. However, she was once again stopped, but this time not by her feet. Whatever held her back was doing so… somewhere more intimate…
It turned out that Mallory hadn’t adjusted the dress after the incident quite as thoroughly as she wanted. As it would happen, in sitting on the curb, the dress had ridden further up Mallory’s hips than she realized, meaning it was mostly her undies beneath in contact with the grate. The surface of the grate itself was fairly uniform in its flatness, but some of the metal linkages stuck out higher than the others, and as Mallory tried to stand and leave, part of her underwear got snagged on a particularly stuck-out portion of the grate, once again leaving her trapped!
Naturally, Mallory’s instinct was to reach down and unhook her underwear, but the second she began reaching southward, she froze upon realizing what doing so resembled, and if even possible, her face blushed a fiercer crimson. These people had already seen her boobs and underwear, Mallory sure as hell did NOT want it to look like she was publicly playing with herself! But she had to get free… Sneakily, Mallory tried to shimmy her hips and dislodge herself, but the snag was deep, and her movements only made it deeper. Worse, not only a bit of metal jabbed her underside, but she felt something warm… ew… she didn’t sit in the gum, did she?! Mallory didn’t even look to see; if she didn’t see it, it didn’t happen! But, in any case, her panties were stuck good…
Only one solution remained, and it crashed down from Mallory’s mind to her lower tummy like a plummeting wrecking ball, destroying everything on its way down: she’d have to ditch the panties.
No. Absolutely not, never, 100% not in a million years, no. And yet… was there another way? Yes, 210% yes, had to be another way… and yet… Mallory sat on the curb for a full minute longer and came up empty. If her undies were really as stuck as she thought they were, she would really have to get in there to free them, and that would certainly bring plenty of attention! Her best bet, she reluctantly settled, was to carefully pull off her undies, then walk away like nothing happened. People would see them eventually, but ideally only when she was long gone. If she didn’t make a scene of it, maybe she could make it onto the bus without another humiliating show! And so - after plenty of false starts, a thousand looks each way, and another minute coming up empty - Mallory sighed and went for it.
Trying to seem casual, Mallory placed her hands on the curb beside her hips, pretending to be oh so casual, just looking around, slowly extending her thumbs to try and tease her panties’ waistband lower through the dress, wiggling backwards when the snag pulled them taut. It was an agonizing process, with Mallory’s face staying at pure crimson the whole time despite her attempts at remaining chill, as she felt her undies get lower and lower, feeling her butt crack become more and more exposed, the fabric getting further from her crotch, the further she backed up on the sidewalk… Finally she bounced a bit higher to get the undergarment over the curve of her buttocks. Even through the dress, as her butt landed back on the sidewalk, it was like little lightning bolts ricocheted up Mallory’s backbone, all the hot gritty pavement barely half an inch from her naked butt…
A couple more tugs, and her undies were rolled around mid-thigh, ready to fall from her legs as soon as she stood. Now or never to make a break for it… A couple pump-up breaths later (that didn’t help) Mallory just went for it, pushing herself to standing. Immediately, her panties dropped the rest of the way down her legs, and Mallory fought to ignore the feeling as she hurriedly stepped out from them, scooped up the grocery bags, and once again strolled along the sidewalk like nothing happened. She didn’t look back, not even once, but her attempts at nonchalance were totally undermined by the little hoppy steps she had to take! The sidewalk was absolutely scorching! Without her wedges to protect them, Mallory’s bare feet couldn’t last a full second on the ground without feeling like they were on fire! “Eeh! Ooh! Aah!” Mallory hopped on toes as tippy as they could get and hugged the grocery bags as tight as possible, partly so nothing spilled out, but partly to keep the dress from bouncing with her! The hem floated dangerously up and down, Mallory had to pray not so high it was flashing glimpses of her bare butt, or worse, her naked crotch! A couple people who passed by were definitely looking that low… they could see it, couldn’t they? Mallory’s face looked like it was painted, it turned such a deep red! Of course they could see it, the dress covered next to nothing! And if they didn’t see her special flower, they certainly got an eyeful of Mallory’s scantly-contained bust bouncing higher and higher with her! Up and down, up and down, threatening to once again leap out into full view, the subtle pinks of her nipples peeking out… Thankfully, she didn’t have far to hop, as she was just in time to meet the TRAC bus pulling into the stop up ahead - she couldn’t get on board fast enough!
Using the change she’d gotten from the last fare, Mallory boarded the TRAC and took a seat near the back, adjusting and readjusting the dress and setting the groceries down beside herself to prevent anyone from sitting there. It was a shorter ride back to the neighborhood than coming from it, but it was somehow even more agonizing a ride, spent alternating between crossing her legs over one another and simply sitting with both thighs pushed together - the former obviously ensured her privates stayed as such, but it also caused the dress to ride up almost entirely past her thigh, quite nearly revealing the curvature of her butt. If anyone noticed she was going commando, she didn’t know. If anyone recognized her from the grate incident, she didn’t know. If anyone even looked her way, she didn’t even know, because she spent the entire ride staring at the floor, smoldering in poorly-contained embarrassment! They don’t know, they don’t know, Mallory’s silent mantra filled her head, but *she* knew, and that was enough to make it feel like the rest of the world knew too. How long until another rumor spread, one about the purple-haired bimbo getting her big stupid boobs out in the middle of the street? Or flashing her private parts to everyone walking down the sidewalk?! Once she got home, Mallory was prepared to hunker down for good, at least until school started back up!
After long the stop was finally reached, and Mallory practically ran she was so eager to disembark, so much so she nearly forgot the groceries! Hurriedly she scooped them up off the seat and sped for the exit, blushing harder for making a scene out of herself! Thankfully, no one else was getting off at this stop. Since she had a moment, as she dropped onto the grass right at the bottom of the bus’s stairs, Mallory took a moment to double-check the groceries and make sure they were all accounted for. At a glance, it seemed like not much, if anything, had been displaced or fallen out. At least there was that! The worst was over, and all that was left was getting these groceries to Marge!
Suddenly, however, there was a mechanical whir, then a pinch along her back.
Then the hiss of air-brakes being released, and a tugging.
Then the dress was torn off Mallory’s body.
It unfolded so slowly, like waking up from what feels like a dream. Mallory just barely glanced to the left, as the bus speedily departed, a familiar green-and-pineapple pattern caught in its door, the dress, the dress that was the very last bit of clothing Mallory still had…
…leaving her standing at the front of the neighborhood, totally, utterly, completely… naked…
In an instant, Mallory’s entire body turned faint! “…ahhh… AHHH!…” She squealed as she felt herself go numb with panic, her breasts heaving, her knees buckling and nearly giving out! It was so unbelievable! It couldn’t be happening! In the middle of broad daylight, totally head-to-toe NAKED?! This wasn’t happening… not again! Not like this! She couldn’t breathe! She might pass out! Oh God, what was she going to do?!?!
What was there to do? The bus was gone, long gone, the dress and any hope of clothing far out of Mallory’s reach. The only thing she could do would be to get home… deep in the heart of the neighborhood… while totally naked… It was so impossible, so horrible, so humiliating, but… there really was no other option… and she could already see people up ahead… maybe they wouldn’t see her?… oh God… This was going to be a nightmare! But with no other options, biting her lip, Mallory jogged into the neighborhood!
Naturally, Mallory tried covering herself the best she could with the grocery bags, attempting to hold some over her front and a couple others over her butt, but filled as they were, they were too heavy and awkward to properly hold like that without spilling anything! The best coverage she could manage while keeping the bags secure was hugging everything around her chest, which of course left her lower half totally exposed! She ran as fast as she could manage, stooping a little to at least try and conceal her crotch, while conscientiously keeping her butt turned whichever direction she figured the least people would be! Try as she might to ‘stay calm, be practical,’ she was an absolute panicking mess, spinning every which way, desperate to hide her shame as best she could, only to spin right into facing down an aghast neighbor opening their door to grab the paper, or someone walking their dog and both ending up barking at her! “I- I’m sorry!” Mallory kept crying out as she streaked away! Unfortunately, way more people were out and about than she thought there were earlier! Every street, every block, Mallory left a wake of gasps, shrieks, and catcalls, as everyone came out to lay eyes on the neighborhood’s new streaker!
The worst thing is that the sidewalk and streets had gotten so hot from baking in the sun, she had little choice but to make her way across peoples’ lawns just so her feet wouldn’t feel like they were on fire, and that only brought her closer to the people! She raced by a couple of gossiping housewives on a shaded porch who loudly gasped as they watched her dart across the lawn! Good Heavens, how hedonistic! Mallory felt her whole body blush crimson, feeling every little jiggle of her big doughy butt as she jogged away! “I-I’m sorry! Please don’t look!” She turned her body even further just to make sure they couldn’t see any of her full monty, only to realize in horror that she’d just faced a house where a few nosy kids were pushed up against the window, their jaws all slack! “AAHHHH! I’m sorry!” Mallory quickly twisted away, but it seemed like no matter where she turned, someone was there to stare, inside or out, watching in shock as she ran through the whole neighborhood as naked as they day she was born! Sometimes she had no choice but to make a mad dash across the street, and she did as fast as she possibly could, taking long bounding steps that caused her massive breasts to slap up and down against both her body and the bags, drawing even more attention! She couldn’t even go as fast as she wanted; it would all be so much simpler if she hadn’t had any cargo to carry, but the four overfilled grocery bags slowed her pace dramatically and kept her from moving as discreetly as she otherwise would, lest she risk spilling Marge’s food all over the ground! She couldn’t cover herself well, she couldn’t hide, and she could barely run! All she could do was trundle along in her shame, spouting apologies all the while! “Please! Don’t look! It- it was an accident, please don’t look!” The skateboard incident had been bad, but this, where she lived, where she KNEW people?! Mallory never wanted to leave her house ever again!
Half an embarrassing eternity later, Mallory spun around and finally saw Marge’s house! Darting across another lawn, praying no one was at the window watching her streak by, Mallory was suddenly struck by the question of what to do with the groceries. She couldn’t exactly waltz up to the front door in her current state… The next lawn she raced onto was her own. She seriously considered slipping inside and grabbing some clothes, but again, if Marge answered the door and saw she changed, what would she say? How on earth would she explain where the dress was? What could have come up she would’ve needed to change? She didn’t want Marge to know the dress was gone, but she also didn’t want to hurt her feelings! But it’s not like she had any alternative… A choice had to be made, here, and made fast; she was standing outside buck-naked for crying out loud!
Finally, sweaty and panting for breath, Mallory set the plan: drop the groceries on the porch, then hightail it back to her own house! She’d sneak through the back door, then call Marge explaining something came up and she had to leave the groceries on the porch and that she would see her on Tuesday. All the bases covered: not being seen naked, not revealing she lost the dress, no harms nor fouls! And so, running at an awkward sideways angle holding the grocery bags over her front but turning her butt away from directly facing the windows behind her, Mallory nudely shuffled across Marge’s lawn and up her front steps. Hurriedly, she set down all the bags, made sure nothing would fall over, then covered herself with her hands as she started to bolt.
However, Mallory had only gotten halfway down the walk before hearing a latch click and Marge’s front door creak open!
“Ah, Mallory, I thought I saw a flash of purple out there! It’s been a while, I was worried you might have gotten…” Mallory tensed as Marge’s voice betrayed her finally looking up from her doorstep, to spy none other than a buck-naked Mallory, her butt in its bare glory aimed right at her! “…lost…”
Without even thinking, Mallory froze to the spot and threw both her hands to poorly cover her butt! “I… I…” Mallory’s mouth doubly opened and closed. What could she even say? How could she explain the horrible nightmare of an ordeal she’d just been through?! And to show up totally in the nude! Finally, she chanced a glance over her shoulder, a sheepish and humiliated expression on her face.
Politely averting her gaze downward, Marge chuckled through her fingers. “You know… you could have just said that you didn’t like the dress!”
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Though Mallory protested at first, eventually she caved to Marge’s insistences she come inside, both to explain herself, but also because, like… she was standing out in the middle of the neighborhood butt-ass naked, of course she had to come inside! Wrapped in Marge’s robe, and after a moment to calm down over a cup of tea, while still reluctant, finally Mallory described her series of misfortune to the madam. It was hard to relive, and thus was doubly surprising when Marge’s initial reaction was one of laughter! Not mocking - even Mallory could tell as much - but more like they were old friends sharing a well-remembered anecdote.
Still laughing, Marge reached out and patted Mallory on the arm. “I had the EXACT same thing happen to me in that EXACT same dress!” Her wrinkled eyes caught a sparkle with the reminiscence. “There I was, strutting down the avenue like the Queen of Sheba, not even realizing I’ve stepped onto the grate, when WHOOSH! The strongest gust of air you ever did see goes and lifts up my dress! Of course, you’re a smart girl who at least wears her undergarments! When I was your age, I couldn’t be bothered, and so when the dress went up, you best believe everyone behind me got a full view of my fanny, yes they did!” Trying and failing to share in the humor, Mallory naturally had to go on and explain the loss of her ‘undergarments,’ and how the bus door closing early left her to make the remainder of the journey in the nude. Mallory apologized profusely for losing the dress, but Marge waved her away every time. “Please, my dear, don’t fray your nerves over a little lost fabric! Who knows? Maybe a girl at the next stop found herself in the same predicament and now has a bit to cover up with!”
Marge continued to laugh, and while Mallory tried to smile along, Marge saw through it pretty quickly, how much it really bothered her. “Oh honey…” She reached out to again assure Mallory. “It’s not the end of the world! So some yokels saw your sweet bits, who cares? My, people are so within their own heads these days, by this time tomorrow, all they’re gonna remember is they saw some nice cheeks and chops. They won’t remember you, not the real you.” Marge squeezed Mallory’s wrist. “The you I’ve had the privilege of getting to know this summer. The beautiful, bright, sweet-as-candy girl you are, who has such an incredible future ahead of her! And a body that would’ve put even my ladies to shame!” Marge added with a cheeky raise of her brow.
That last compliment caused Mallory’s resurgent confidence to falter a bit, what little of it there was. The thought still rankled Mallory’s nerves, that, even if it was anonymously, images of her private parts existed in a stranger’s head, but the sentiment Marge was trying to put across was clear: you keep going. Mallory couldn’t help but grin, a small but genuine grin. Wasn’t the first time she heard that, and maybe not her favorite way she heard it, but it restored, even a little bit, the sense in her that it was all going to be alright.
The same compliment, though, seemed to jog something in Marge’s mind, and she rose to walk towards the kitchen, gently beckoning Mallory to follow. “I don’t know if I ever told you this,” she began, which was code for ‘I’ve probably rambled through this before but either way I’m going to do it again now,’ “but every Saturday evening I took over the kitchen of my Maison de la Sensation to personally cook the night’s special: boeuf bourguignon, served with pasta just gently buttered with garlic! It was our busiest night of the week!” The old madam began gingerly lifting the groceries out from the bags and sorting them on the countertop, as Mallory watched. An energy flowed through Marge, and Mallory felt herself embraced in its charge. “I was so upset when Jenny canceled on me,” Marge continued, “for Danny, of course, but also because you’ll be off to school before we know it, and I so wanted to treat you to something special before then!” Marge surveyed the sorted collection upon the counter and beamed. “Perfect!” She turned her smile to Mallory, a city of lights irrevocable in her eyes. “Soyons en vie, mon ami!”
And so, that evening - after Mallory had the chance to put on some proper clothes, of course - the two enjoyed a delectable meal, the bourguignon so tender on Mallory’s tongue it practically melted! A gentle reproduction of 60s French classical-jazz lifted their laughter and brought about joyous lessons in the dances of the period, a communion between an era ended and another just beginning. And, perhaps fittingly, at Madam Marge’s behest, it was Mallory’s night to regale them with stories. She hesitated, but since enough was already out there, finally she decided to describe her summer in the fullest truth, all the humiliating lows that didn’t seem so rough as they once did, the broken dreams leading to a listlessness yet to be cured, but also the highs of new friends, very special friends indeed. Mallory coyly ignored the madam’s very pointedly raised brow, as well as the question that followed. It was a question Mallory had grappled with on her own, and still she wasn’t sure how to answer it. Maybe she didn’t need to. Sometimes you don’t need to label it. Sometimes you just get a good feeling. “Well!” Marge smiled. “I’d certainly love to meet her.” Mallory promised she would. They toasted a sparkling nonalcoholic beverage, and, in that moment, Mallory had one of the best feelings she ever felt: that things really were going to be alright after all.
