Chapter 4

There’s a very unusual sign posted by the door. “If nudity offends you please shop in another store. It isn’t even unusual here to encounter nudity.”

I guess that’s why Ryan and Darren seem to be looking forward to shopping here. I smiled at Paula and asked, “Are you offended by nudity?”

She laughed and replied, “It depends on how fat the guy is.”

When I cocked an eyebrow at her she hastily added, “Just kidding. The only men I’ve seen naked are Danny, dad and Darren. I can honestly say I was not offended.”

I shook my head and said, “I doubt very much the nudity to which the sign refers is male nudity. I could be wrong. But it’s a women’s clothing store so don’t get your hopes up.”

I’m pretty sure she didn’t realize Ryan was watching us and smiling when she quietly said, “Kidding aside, I’m just so excited about getting a couple of new outfits I feel like ... it’s June seventeenth but I feel like today is the best Christmas ever!”

Ryan is holding the door for all of us. As soon as we were all inside he let the door close, pulled Paula into a bear hug and said, “You aren’t getting a couple new outfits. Both of you are getting complete new wardrobes. Everything you presently own is getting thrown away.”

“You don’t have to do that, dad. I don’t want you to think...”

He put his fingers over her lips and said, “That’s enough! If you think I’m going to let my daughter go around dressed in secondhand clothes you’re out of your rabbit-ass mind. Now stop giving me a hard time or you’re going to get your first spanking here and now.”

His fingers are still lightly covering her lips. A few tears ran down her cheeks as she kissed his fingers, removed his hand and whispered, “I love you so much.”

Our entire group has come to a stop. We all are obviously moved by the interaction between Ryan and Paula. As is a beautiful, sexy, sophisticated looking lady standing nearby, listening and watching. She’s about Ryan’s age but really hot! Ryan kissed the tip of Paula’s nose and let her go. As soon as Paula took a step back Ryan noticed the woman and said, “Madison! It’s been a long time but you haven’t changed a bit!”

“You’re still a terrible liar Ryan. But you’re just as hot as you were in college.”

He chuckled and replied, “Who’s lying now?!”

“No shit Ryan, you’re even better looking now.”

She came closer, gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, stepped back and said, “I gather these are the two young ladies you told me about on the phone yesterday?”

“Madison, this adorable brat is Paula. The hottie watching us with moist eyes is her mother and my ... I honestly don’t know how to characterize our relationship. It’s all so new ... and surprisingly nuanced.”

She grinned and said, “It isn’t your fault Ryan. Men aren’t too bright you know. But I’ve been watching you. You’ve only been in my shop for two or three minutes and it’s already plain to see how you feel about those two. Don’t worry. You’ll figure it out. You’re pretty smart ... for a man.”

The she turned, smiled at Darren and exclaimed, “Darren! I thought you were dead! You disappeared from the face of the earth right after graduation.”

Ryan said, “It wasn’t his fault. He went to medical school and became a bookworm. And, last but far from least, this is Penney. She’s my real boss. And that beautiful young victim is Dani. The poor thing isn’t quite sure what she’s doing here with us but once we get a few more drugs into her I think she’ll settle down.”

Madison shook her head and said, “You always were a smart ass. Never give a straight answer when it’s possible to cloud the issue has always been your motto.”

He sighed and said, “You’re almost right. That certainly describes me back then. Believe it or not I’ve outgrown that character flaw for the most part. I guess being around you and Darren has led to a temporary relapse. I’m sure I’ll shake it off by the time we leave here.”

“I’m just pulling your leg, Ryan. I always found you amusing. Come to think of it, I always enjoyed pulling your leg, too.”

He chuckled and said, “You’re starting to sound more like me than I do now!”

Madison turned her attention to me and said, “Ryan called me last night and told me about the unfortunate life you’ve been living. He actually said some nice things about me to butter me up and asked if I could spare a little time to help you and your daughter select appropriate clothing. Silly man. I own a store and my hobby is shopping! It’s one of the two things I’m good at, which is why my store is so unusual. No other business in this part of the state can compete with me for style or ambiance. I own this niche. With a few exceptions you won’t find anything I sell for sale at the mall. I’m not a designer. I’m not that talented. But I recognize that talent in others and I know what I want to sell, so ladies, let’s see if we can’t put Ryan in the poorhouse.”

Paula exclaimed, “No! Please! I ... we, my mom and I, we don’t want that. I mean, we know he has a lot of money. God! You should see his house! But he has already done so much for us. He’s right, we do need new clothes. But I don’t want to take advantage of him. My mom doesn’t either. We owe him so much. I really just want two or three nice outfits I can wear to school. I’ve never had new clothes before ... except underwear of course.”

Madison smiled and said to Ryan, “God she’s adorable! And she’s not just saying that. Look at her. She’s trying so hard to do the right thing and not be a burden. Paula is it?”

Paula nodded.

“You are so damn sweet! I’m going to make you the best dressed girl in this state.”

“No! You don’t un...”

Madison put her arm around Paula and said, “You’re mother must be really special to raise up a wonderful girl like you!” She chuckled and added, “I think I’d trade either one of my kids for you!”

With her arm around Paula, Madison led the way to the first aisle. As we passed the shopping carts she said, “It will be best if everyone shopping for clothes have their own cart. That will make things a lot less confusing when you go to check out.”

We each took a cart from the line and headed for a gate just large enough to get one of our carts through it at a time. We came to a stop at the gate. Darren reached down to open it but Madison said, “Just a moment, Darren.” She leaned down and came back up with four plastic bags in her hand. She handed one to each of the females in our party and said, “Ladies, please remove your clothes and put them in these bags. Everything but your shoes please.”

I tried very hard to keep a straight face. Dani and Penney both look shocked. Paula is obviously amused. I’m excited about getting a new wardrobe but Madison just turned the heat way up. I’m just as amused as Paula but I’m trying very hard not to let it show. Penney and Dani stood there looking first at Madison as if waiting for the punchline and then at Ryan and Darren. Paula and I are already taking our clothes off. In a firm tone but with a teasing smile on his face Ryan said, “Ladies, do as your told.”

Penney and Dani looked at each other for a long moment before Penney said, “Aw fuck it! We knew it was going to be this kind of day.”

It didn’t take Paula or I long to undress since we aren’t wearing underwear. We were already naked before those two even started undressing. Madison looked Paula and I over and said, “Very nice! What do you guys do to stay in that kind of shape?!”

“Poverty diet. We’ve been on it all our lives.”

“Oh yeah. Ryan told me a little about what your lives were like. I don’t appreciate you guys bringing me down like that. Pretty damn inconsiderate of you.”

I smiled and said, “I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, Ryan has been abusing us terribly for a couple of days now and he’s promised the abuse will continue.”

She chuckled and said, “You’ve been pretty quiet. I wasn’t sure about you. You’re alright. I like you.”

“Your pretty amusing, too. I’ve only met two of Ryan’s friends, well, three I guess. But so far I’m really impressed.”

“We used to be friends. Ryan, Darren and half a dozen others. We were like one big happy family. We were together all through college and became pretty close. But everything came to a screeching halt after graduation. We went back to our real lives. Most of us have kept in touch, a postcard now and then, cards on the major holidays, once in a while a phone call. I guess we still like each other but with the exception of Ryan and Darren we all just went where life takes us and our lives no longer included our best friends. It’s been decades but I still miss those people, the fun times we had.”

I saw no need to spoil her mood with a comparison of my life to hers. The four of us are naked now but for our shoes. Madison looked around and shook her head. Then she turned to Ryan and said, “Damn, man! You really know where to fish for women. Look at those four!”

He smiled and said, “I can promise you I’m more impressed than you are.”

And we finally entered the part of the store where you go to shop. It’s much larger than it appears from the parking lot. And everywhere we look we see rack after rack of beautiful clothes. That isn’t all we see. Looking around the room, everywhere I look I see naked women! It looks like about half of them have husbands or boyfriends with them. I have to believe those guys are some happy shoppers. Madison quickly distracted me when she asked Paula and I our sizes. After we answered her she shook her head and said under her breath, “I’m going to have to try that poverty diet.”

But then she looked skeptically at Paula for a minute and pulled a tape measure out of her pocket. After measuring everything but her earlobes she said, “You’re fourteen, right?”

Paula nodded.

Then she turned to Ryan and asked, “And you’re going to start feeding them real food now, right?”

“I guess. Once in a while.”

“Smart ass. I recommend we move her up a size. She’s a growing girl who will be eating better. I’d hate to sell her a basket full of clothes she can only wear for a couple of weeks.”

But then she turned back to Paula and said, “But just one size so watch what you eat and get plenty of exercise ... or at least try.”

“It shouldn’t be a problem. I’m a runner. I run five or six days a week. And I looked out of my new bedroom window when he showed me my room and discovered there’s a pool in the backyard. The damn thing looks like it’s almost Olympic size! I’m looking forward to spending a lot of time in that thing.”

“Good. One more thing. What’s your bra size?”

Paula told her what size she’s been wearing but said, “But it’s too small now we just couldn’t afford a new one.”

She took Paula in her arms and said, “You’re in luck. There’s a huge selection of them in the lingerie section in that far corner. I’m going to fix you up.”

We spent close to three hours going through every damn rack in that store. All four buggies were piled high with clothes. Beautiful clothes, clothes that fit, clothes that were stylish, clothes that no one had ever worn before. And then we went to the place in the store where customers try on clothes. There were no booths or changing rooms. None of that. We entered a large room, maybe a hundred feet square. It’s a dizzying room because nearly every inch of wall space is covered with mirrors. There are at least twenty women in there already trying on clothes while the men with them sit around on couches, talking quietly, sipping wine and unapologetically enjoying the show. I hope I don’t sound too weird but I’m enjoying it, too. The women are almost all really hot. But the thing that amuses me the most is all those men sitting around watching us and enjoying the show. I love every item of clothing they selected for me. And Madison has a very good eye. Everything fit perfectly. We were all measured for bras and discovered that all three of us adults have been wearing the wrong size for years. Except that my bras now fit the only other major alteration to the way I’ll be dressing is that there are no pantyhose. I explained to Madison that I don’t really need any bras because I’m not allowed to wear them and Paula only needs them for school and when she is running.

Ryan said, “Give her some anyway. You never know. She might need one someday. I hear they make good slingshots.” I ended up with half a dozen bras and Paula with more than a dozen, plus a variety of sports bras.

Madison tossed a dozen pairs of hold ups in all four carts. To look at her you’d think she’s having as much fun as we are. But I can tell it isn’t about the money. She’s really enjoying us!

I tried not to think about how much all this is going to cost Ryan. This place, these clothes are expensive. I can’t help seeing the prices as we made our way through the store and I was handed one beautiful garment after another to put in my cart. I was handed more than a dozen dresses and the cheapest one I saw had been marked down to one-hundred-and-thirty dollars! I probably paid less than half of that for all the clothes I currently own!

There are probably another dozen skirts and blouses in my cart and enough bras and panties so that I won’t have to do laundry for several weeks! Then there are a dozen pairs of shorts and a lot of very sexy halter tops and tube tops and attractive casual tops in just about every style.

I kept pleading with Ryan to be reasonable until he finally warned me that the next time I made the effort he’s going to paddle my naked ass right there in the store and see just how red he can get it.

I was finally able to take a deep breath when we got to the end of the lingerie and swimsuit section. Even those things are expensive and they’re all mostly just string. I was a bit shocked when Madison led us into the room where all the women trying on clothes were putting on a show for all the husbands and boyfriends. But I’ve been walking around naked in a public store for about three hours. I found the entire concept of the changing room amusing. My three naked companions did, too. We’ve all gotten comfortable, probably in part because this is a place where women are encouraged, or in our case ordered, to remain naked. But it wasn’t just us. All but one of the women we came across while we were shopping was naked and smiling like crazy.

It took us most of another hour to try our new clothes on. Madison didn’t let us have our old clothes back until just before we pushed our carts to the cash register just inside the entry door. But Ryan wasn’t finished messing with us. Madison stood there smiling while the young cashier rang up our purchases. They started with Dani’s new wardrobe. Madison wrote her name on all the bags with her clothes in them and Ryan got a small break when Darren insisted on paying for them. Well, ‘small break’ is a relative term. The total was just under a thousand dollars.

I noticed Penney wasn’t quite as insistent on paying for her new clothes after hearing the total for Dani’s clothes. But both Penney and Dani already have a lot of nice clothes at home in their closets. Ryan has made it quite clear the first thing we’ll do when we get home is throw away every item of clothing we own so we’re starting from scratch. The girl rang up Penney’s selections. At the end, when all of her new clothes had been rung up the girl announced the subtotal. She had far fewer new clothes than me and I have fewer than Paula. Her total was just over a thousand! She shook her head and turned to look at Ryan. He’s just smiling! He quietly told her, “I have a pretty good idea what you’re trying to figure out how to say. Don’t, okay?”

Penney kind of slumped and shook her head. But she didn’t say a word.

Madison wrote my name on some bags and started bagging as fast as the girl rang each garment up.

I glanced at Ryan frequently as Madison filled up bag after bag. I can feel my face getting redder and redder but I know I’d better not say anything. One of my new dresses caught his eye and he took it from Madison before she could put it in a bag. When the cashier announced the subtotal I nearly fell to my knees. But when I turned to look at Ryan he lifted an eyebrow, silently daring me to say something. I shook my head and quietly mumbled, “I’ve never had a car that cost that much!”

Not quite two-thousand dollars!!! And Paula has even more clothes than I do!!

By the time the almost three-thousand dollars’ worth of clothes they selected for Paula had been rung up and bagged there were tears running down her cheeks and she was murmuring, “So wrong. It’s so wrong.”

He put his arms around her and quietly said, “No, Paula, it’s long overdue. A young woman as beautiful as you belongs in those clothes. Now, Paula, Nicole, both of you take off what you’re wearing and hand those rags to Madison so she can dispose of them.”

We are no longer in the part of the store where nudity is encouraged. We’re standing about twenty feet from the large, glass doors. But we didn’t hesitate. We stripped naked, handed our clothes to Madison and watched as she disposed of them. She took her time then, removing the tags from the new dress Ryan stopped her from bagging. Then she cut the tags off of one of Paula’s new dresses. I’m not certain about Paula’s new dress but I remember the one Ryan picked out for me after it was rung up. It’s a beautiful dress. And it has the shortest skirt I’ve ever worn in my life. I don’t doubt the one they saved out for Paula will be just as short.

I noticed Madison seems unconcerned about the possibility of anyone walking in and being shocked or offended. I guess she’s covered. That big warning sign is out there by the door. And now that I think about it, I’m not all that concerned either. Man! Am I changing fast! I nearly had a heart attack on Thursday when Ryan ordered me to lift my skirt so he could see what I’m wearing under it. Well, I suppose his primary motive was to embarrass me. It sure as hell did. It hasn’t been forty-eight hours since then and I’m quite comfortable standing here naked!

Madison didn’t hand me the dress until Paula was dressed in her new minidress. I calmly took my time putting it on. I remember how short it is, scandalously! My shaved pussy is going to be just barely covered by the skirt. Or at least it will be if there’s no breeze and I don’t sit down. But from the look of anticipation on Ryan’s face I suspect he has something in mind for my daughter and I, something which will no doubt embarrass the hell out of us and excite the hell out of us because that’s how much we’ve changed thanks to Ryan.

Ryan and Madison talked quietly for a few minutes. She wrote something down and he said goodbye, turned and said to us, “Let’s go ladies, we still have a couple of stops to make.”

I glanced at all the large bags of clothes still sitting in our carts. He smiled and said, “Relax, they’ll be delivered later.”

I can’t help blushing. Some of those garments are as scandalous as the dresses Paula and I are wearing now. But all of them are beautiful and sexy and the nicest clothes we’ve ever had. I said, “Sorry. They’re the nicest clothes we’ve ever had. I just...,” I shrugged and shut my mouth before I embarrassed myself any further.

Paula walked in front of me as we headed for the door. Her skirt is just as short as mine so I’m getting a very good idea what I look like. The cheeks of her sexy little ass just miss being exposed by a fraction of an inch. She has great legs. I don’t think I ever really noticed before. There was no breeze outside so I didn’t have a chance to see how that would affect our skirts. But we got an eyeful when she climbed into the van. Apparently Ryan and Darren have already decided today’s agenda because there was no discussion of our next destination. Darren drove back into town but we only just barely drove past the city limits when he turned down a side street and then turned into a small parking lot behind the buildings on Main Street.

He parked and we got out of the van. Ryan led the way into one of the shops through the back door. A small sign by the door identified the building we are entering as Crawford’s Shoe Store. The image of what Paula and I are going to look like sitting down and being fitted for shoes flashed through my mind. Yeah, this is going to be embarrassing.

We were greeted by, I assume, Mr. Crawford. He’s waiting on a man and the man’s wife is standing to the side watching him try on shoes. There are a few more men looking at shoe displays. A man came out of a back room with several shoe boxes and he began fitting them on one of the men who had been checking out displays.

Darren and Dani went in one direction checking out shoe displays. Ryan, Penney, Paula and I went in another direction. Ryan seems to be focused on shoes with extremely high heels. I quietly informed him I’ve never worn high heels.

He smiled, shrugged and replied, “How hard can it be? Millions of women wear them all the time.”

I thought I was seeing double when another man came out of the back room. He’s the twin of the man helping the male half of the couple trying on shoes. They’re even dressed identically!

He approached us and smiled broadly. When he was closer he exclaimed, “Mr. Frazier! Welcome back!”

I guess Ryan buys his shoes here, too. They talked for a few minutes and then Paula and I were led to a couple of chairs. Paula and I both blushed when we sat down. Both of our vaginas are exposed. We tried keeping our legs pressed tightly together but we were still much too exposed and that exposure was quickly noticed by everyone else.

And then it got worse. One of the twins sat down on a stool in front of me and placed that thing they use to measure feet in front of me. He smiled and asked me to stand but he didn’t look at my face. He stared at my crotch as I struggled to stand up while exposing as little of my pussy as possible. It was wasted effort. It’s pretty clear the reason we’re dressed the way we are and we were brought to a shoe store was to embarrass us and amuse the salesmen and the other customers so I decided what the hell, if my master is amused, if this is what he brought us here for then the best thing for Paula and me to do is join in the game. The twins, no doubt the Crawfords for whom the store is named, appear to be in their mid-sixties. They aren’t very attractive. These games would probably be easier if they were a couple of hunks in their thirties or forties.

My face is dark red. I can feel the skin tingling. These things would not have been possible for me last Wednesday. But I’ve done a lot of things to please Ryan since Thursday and there has been a lot of excitement and a lot of pleasure in my life because of those things. So, I stood there smiling at Ryan while the old guy leaned down and measured my feet with the Brannock Device. While he took his time, adjusting the device with his right hand his left hand quickly slid up my leg from my calf until he was cupping the left cheek of my ass in his hand and gently squeezing. It may or may not have been his intention, but when he reached under the back of my skirt he raised the front of it enough that my pussy was totally exposed.

None of the men who have been trying to give the impression they’re still looking at shoes missed my exposure. They didn’t crowd around, whistle and start catcalling me. But they gave up any pretense of shoe shopping. They’re all staring openly at my daughter and me. She’s sitting there with her knees about eight inches apart and although her exposure isn’t as blatant as mine our audience can see her pussy, too.

I glanced at the woman watching her husband trying on shoes half a dozen seats away from us and was surprised. She’s smiling! That isn’t the reaction I would have expected!

Mr. Crawford looked over to gauge her reaction, too. He seemed to take her obvious amusement as permission. After he asked me to switch feet so he could measure my left foot he released his grip on my butt cheek and slowly wedged his hand between my legs from the back until he was able to work a couple of fingers up into my very wet pussy. For several minutes he forgot all about measuring my foot. He probably would have spent the day with his fingers inside me if Ryan hadn’t said, “Carl, we have another stop to make. I’ll bring them back next week. They both need several pairs of shoes.”

Mr. Crawford finally sat back and took his hands away from all those places they don’t belong. My skirt once more covered my pussy. But only just barely. It made another appearance when I returned to my seat but I just ignored it. Ryan pointed out the shoes he wants me to try on and Mr. Crawford went into the back to get them. While he was gone, the third clerk, the one who isn’t one of the twins, came over and sat on another stool in front of Paula. We all watched as the clerk, a not unattractive young man of around thirty years or so, placed another Brannock Device on the floor in front of her and asked her to stand. Her measuring experience was much like mine except that Ryan informed him she’s a virgin and he needs to keep his fingers out of her sweet little pussy.

As he was measuring her he asked, “No shit?! You’re a virgin?!”

She nodded.

“How old are you, sweetheart?”

“I think that’s a question you should ask my master.”

“Your master?!!”

She smiled and said, “Yes sir, my wonderful master.”

Mr. Crawford returned with four shoe boxes and sat back down on his little padded stool in front of me. He saw the astonishment on his clerk’s face and asked, “What’s wrong?”

After a brief pause the younger clerk responded, “Nothing dad. Just ... nothing.”

He finished measuring Paula, stood up and asked Ryan if he wants the same shoes for her. Before Ryan could respond Mr. Crawford interjected, “Mr. Frazier, there is a range of opinions on when a girl should start wearing high heels. I’m of the opinion they shouldn’t start until they’re sixteen. It’s up to you, of course. There are no rules or laws which apply. But I strongly recommend you hold off for another year or two.”

“I trust your judgment, Carl. Don, maybe you can help me pick out some more appropriate shoes for her?”

“I’d be happy to, sir.”

He stood up and went with Ryan to the shoe displays. Paula waited until they moved away to exclaim, “Damn!! I was really hoping for a pair of sexy heels!”

Mr. Crawford smiled and said, “It won’t be that much longer. And it’s really better if you wait. Trust me, young lady, you don’t need high heels to be sexy.”

The shoes aren’t nearly as uncomfortable as they look. I tried the first pair on and had to be helped to my feet. Mr. Crawford smiled and said, “Don’t worry. It just takes a little practice. I gather you’ve never worn high heels before?”

“No, sir. They’re not as uncomfortable as they look.”

“I’ve never worn them but I’m told that many women prefer them to flats once they get used to them. It doesn’t make sense to me but we sell a lot more high heels than flats so I guess some people really like them.”

I walked up and down on the carpet a few times. Well, I suppose I’d have to say I wobbled at first. But after a few minutes I looked a lot less like I was walking on a tightrope. Ryan came up behind me and said, “If you could see your sexy ass in those things you’d know why they’re so popular.”

I smiled and said, “If you like them I love them.”

I tried on all four pairs and walked in them for a few minutes. Ryan told Mr. Crawford, “We’ll take them.” Then he asked me, “Do you need slippers or sandals? What about something for around the pool?”

I shook my head and said, “No, I’m good.”

He grinned and said, “You’re a hell of a lot better than good.”

I sat back down and after Mr. Crawford removed the fourth pair of shoes I tried on I put my shoes back on just as the younger clerk returned with half a dozen shoe boxes. He put them down and helped Paula try them all on. Ryan had selected several very nice pairs of shoes for her, even a pair with a one-inch heel. It’s a start I guess. She was pleased. She also got a fancy pair of tennis shoes, slippers and a pair of sandals for around the pool. After she tried them all on, all the while pretty much naked from the waist down, she put her old shoes back on and stood up. It was only then that our large audience went back to their own shoe shopping. She grinned at me. It’s obvious how much she enjoyed that. Then she went to Ryan and gave him a huge, emotional hug.

Paula and I followed Ryan to the cash register. I imagine we both are wondering how much all these shoes are going to cost him. Mr. Crawford carried my shoes. Ryan carried the ones he selected for Paula. I know it’s going to be another big tab. I was right. The total for the ten pairs of shoes came to not quite fifteen-hundred dollars. Even the pair of sneakers were not quite one-hundred-fifty dollars! Ryan handed his credit card to Mr. Crawford. While he ran the transaction Paula put her arms around Ryan and whispered, “I’m sorry. Thank you, but I feel so guilty. You’re spending so much!”

He put his arms around her, leaned down and kissed the top of her head and said, “It’s okay, honey. You two are worth it. And get real, it isn’t like you didn’t need the things we bought today. Paula, it does my heart good to see you two so happy. I don’t doubt you’re adding years to my life with your smiles. And besides, what dad doesn’t get a kick out of spoiling his little girl?”