<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/DygUGqf.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Heather Cole<br/><strong>Location</strong>: "The Cardinal Exchange" - Salem Center<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 1st, 2017<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Going to to town, and collecting soem clothes for the first trip to the changing room.<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: This Outfit (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/3b/f0/37/3bf0370d34e8504f280b99a49085d17b.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Abigail<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Her mind was handling a few things at once. She was busy thinking about which tops she’d found that would look good with jeans, so that while she was wearing these pants, she could test those out for the mirror. She was also half attentive to the sultry little conversation between Abby and herself. They were still talking about seasonal hotness, and Abby mentioned leg shaving. It was possibly Heather’s single favorite activity, to shave her legs.<br/><br/>The Rainbow got more time in the day than everyone else on the planet, as far as she knew, she was the only person on Earth that never needed sleep. So, little things like shaving legs, or doing laundry, studying, she could always find time for it.<strong> “Oh, don’t get me started.”</strong>She smiled,<strong> “I shave my legs, like, twice a day.” </strong>Her mutation made the Rainbow fur come back fast. Her tone didn’t shift much, she was in passive disinterest mode,<strong>“And boys like skin, no way around that.”</strong>She was sliding a frilly top over her bra to try out the look in the mirror.<br/><br/><strong>“Ew.” </strong>She took the top of almost instantly and let it hang sadly, starting the pile in which the disregarded pile of clothes she didn’t want would lie.<br/><br/>When, she told Abigail about her attraction to hot blonde girls, she figured it would be a passive moment, ‘of course, I don’t care.’ Abby didn’t seem like the prudish type to be scared by Heather’s attraction, or her forward nature to directly inform the blonde while soaking in that creamy body, just skinny enough to look like a model, smooth and fair,<em>‘I bet she tastes like pussy.’</em>The thought came into Heather’s mind, it wasn’t a brilliant moment, but the idea still made her smile. The passive disregard never found a mark, instead, Abigail expressed some interest back, and then told Heather to look at her butt.<br/><br/>So, she did. Her eyes danced downward, a critical frown on her face to help her decide if the blonde’s ass was well fit inside of that particular denim.<strong>“It’s not bad. They’re a little big, but the shape is all there.”</strong>heather liked skinny girls, a skinny girl had hard parts that some other girls could only dream about.<strong>“Your ass always looks good, though. Buy em.”</strong>She was sure of herself, and quite relaxed. Then came the rest, Abby had a way of implying more than Heather was getting used to already.<br/><br/><strong>“Do…?”</strong>Heather cocked her head to the side as she cycled through tops that would look good with Jeans, each one either fell into the no pile, or the yes pile. She was topless, and shimmying out of the jeans she’d had on. Done with those tests and ready to try her skirts. She looked over to her friend and gave her an odd expression.<strong>“I just wanted to make sure you knew. If you were straight, you would have said different stuff, and I would have felt guilty for peeking.”</strong>She giggled, making her 'peeking' moments utterly as obvious as possible now.<br/><br/>Stupidity wasn’t always permanent, but Heather’s simple mind was constant. She wasn’t foolish, but it wasn’t often that she sounded smart. But, it was clear that Abby wanted her to do something. She checked over her shoulder, as if the employee’s in the store might hear them talking, or watching them through the closed door of the changing room. The Rainbow girl looked into the blonde’s eyes to gauge the intent of that question.<em>‘She does.’</em>Heather could see that sparkle.<em>‘Fuck it.’</em>Heather reached over and put her hand on Abby’s back, just above her butt. She faced the girl, arched her back and lifted her chest, trying to seduce her, to lead her in by showing off her goodies. The puff of her pussy lips were visible from between her legs; both from the front, and from between her plump ass cheeks in the mirror, Abby would see almost anything she wanted to look at.<br/><br/><strong>“Well, I was gonna change clothes, and then buy them. What were you thinking?”</strong>Heather knew damn well what Abby was thinking, she was thinking it too. The temperature in the changing room went up a degree or two, and Heather bit her lip. Their faces were close, their breasts even closer. Very sneaky-like, Heather’s hand slid down the back of the other girl’s loose jeans and cupped a whole cheek in her palm, over Abby’s black panties, but tightly, and widely enough for a finger or two to be reaching around the inside of her thigh, it was hot in there. She wondered if she would ever be allowed back in this store after today. If Heather didn’t know any better, she was about to make out in a changing room closet at a second hand clothing store.<br/>