Kelly clutched her purse closer to her body and stared in aghast wonderment at all the items displayed in the window.  Her hazy reflection stared back at her, imposed like a ghost over the clothing, sex aids and books set behind the glass.  She really didn't look like the sort to shop at places like this, and she knew it.  Mousey women who wore glasses and never did anything with their hair besides curse it for being copper and pull it back in a pony tail did not belong in stores like this.   No, these sorts of places belonged to secure, self-confident women who wore makeup comfortably and did not dress themselves in ankle-length sundresses and knitted cardigans.<br/><br/>Almost, she turned and walked away then and there.  Almost, she went back to her bookstore and lost herself in inventory.  Almost, she curled up and hid away from salmon-colored manbits and edible panties.  Almost.<br/><br/>But that needling little voice in the back of her head that said<em>You'll never get over your shyness if you never try</em>wouldn't let her do any of those things.  So, instead of fleeing like a criminal from the scene of a crime, she steeled herself, took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and walked into the store.