"E-excuse me, lady-" John tried to speak up as she was lead into the once tiny store, yet couldn't get a word in edgewise.
"You can call me Izzy, sweetie~ Now, let me see... where were those shorts?" The mouse lady replied while still walking, scanning the rows of clothes.
"Izzy, listen... I don't know what just happen, but- Ah!" John barely spoke before she was pulled along yet again.
"Oh, here we go!" Izzy giggled as she grabbed several things off the rack as poor John barely was able to keep up and stay covered up. Before she could even react, she was suddenly let go and sent stumbling into a changing room, followed by several clothes now thrown at her. "Go on and get changed! I'll wait right out here for you!"
And then the door was slammed shut, leaving John standing there in a semi dark room with nothing but a full length mirror and several clothes in her mousey arms. Naked. Alone. And confused. Well, if nothing else, she could at least get dressed not look like a nudist running around in the mall. Though as she looked over the small set of clothes before her, John realized now she might end up looking like a slut.
Just as mouse lady had said before, she had given her a pair tight denim-booty shorts along side a tiny bikini top- if one could call small triangles that only covered her nipples- and several bracelets, maybe anklets as well. Lastly, a bright pink collar with the words "SLUT" printed across it. Who in their right mind would wear all this together? Well, it seemed like John would be he wanted to leave the changing room.
Quickly getting changed, John decided to check herself out in the mirror. The shorts really did show off her butt, giving her what could be reasonably be called a "ghetto booty." The top was at least one size too small and would only be considered decent since it was covering her nipples as almost all of her breasts were exposed. With all the jewelry covering arms and ankles, she looked like a club girl looking for any excuse to dance... or strip. But almost all of that was an afterthought when compared to the collar. It basically screamed what she looked like; for obvious reasons. Even the necklace that ran down between her breasts didn't draw as much attention as the collar.
Posing in the mirror for a moment, John heard someone say, "Lookin' good, babe~" Looking around for who said this, she only found herself staring at mirror. She decided to test something, saying aloud, "Lookin' good, babe."
She froze. She had said it herself. Why was she...
Well...
She was hot, after all!
Posing once more, she shook her tits from side to side, letting them bounce around. This top was perfect; it wouldn't let her nips slip but would tease the hell outta any cuties she'd run into. Turning around, John gave her phat ass a nice slap before twerking in the mirror. This was great! Now way anyone would be able to turn her down now. But the real question was... why was she calling herself John? What a lame name for a big booty mouse bitch like her!
Now Jade... now that was a name! She liked that one a lot. Tightening her collar a little, Jade let out a little moan before stepping out of the changing room.
Izzy clapped like a school girl as she saw the new mouse bitch come strutting out, "Oooooh, you look fabulous, sweetie!"
"Like, thanks, cutie~" Jade giggled back, "It's a little cold in here though. Can you find me a jacket to go with this, babe?"
"I can do that!" Izzy replied with a thumbs up, "Just wait right here!"
"Sure thing," Jade nodded back as she cast a gaze back at the mirror. God, she really hoped she was gonna get laid tonight...