She brings you to a fasion outlet catering to teenagers. Excitedly, she peruses various wares, with you dolting along.
"This is cute isn't it?" She holds up a tiny piece of fabric.
Honestly, you can discern much about what she's holding, but you nod and affirm her. She's quick to move to the next piece. She's moving with a childish energy, you can barely match, especially as you're constantly distracted, be it with a wiggle of her butt, but not only that. Even the other girls around the store, around middle-school-age, who're also dressed skimpy for the summer weather, your eyes linger on them as well. Bare skin, blossoming curves. You lack the self-control to deny your hormonal urges. Most of all, your girlfriend has such a strong effect on you, and when she turns around to talk to you, it requires such a monumental amount of self control to just act normally and not spill your spaghetti.
"I am going to try these on," your girlfriend says holding some pieces.
"Alright," you nod.
She enters the dressing room, and you wait outside. A few moments later you hear from her: "Come take a peek," and a giggle. "Don't open the curtain. Just stick your head in."
You do as told, but as you look inside, you don't see her in the new outfit.
A bare chest. Her crotch? You see a small slit. She's fully naked. You stand paralyzed as your mind grants to an halt. You stare at her naked form, your eyes especially lingering on her pussy, which feels very unfamiliar.
She giggles. No, more like a cackle. Then she pushes you out, still laughing. "You're such a pervert."
You're left back outside the changing room unsure of what to make of this. Still the image of her naked body is burned inside your mind. You're hard. It's almost painful how much you're turned on, but you're in a mall, and around you are other teenage girls, giggling and shopping. You adjust your seating position to obscure your hard on.
Then later, she steps out of the changing room, not naked this time. She's wearing a light blue crop top. Her stomach is bare. She gives you a little twirl, to show herself off, and reveals her back is bare too. It's an open back. The top barely covered much of her torso, and her bottoms are skimpy too. She's wearing teeny white hotpants.
"What do you think?" she asked, and gave you another twirl. "Do I look hot?"
You gulp. "You do look very nice."
"Thanks!" she smiles. "I was hoping you could buy it for me. Like my mom won't buy this kind of stuff. Like, she says I'm not old enough, and that it's too slutty." She rolls her eyes. "Come on mom. I am not a kid anymore. I am thirteen. I should be able to dress how I want."
"Uh-huh," you nod along in agreement, a little surprised where this schpiel came from.
"So you'll buy it, won't you? If you do, you're the bestest boyfriend forever."
You say that you'll pay for it, and she cheers, and as you walk to the cashier, she even has a skip to her step.
You leave the store.
"I'm hungry," she states.
"Okay. I'm also kind of hungry. I guess we should find some place to eat." You scan the mall area for any resturaunts. You spot a fastfood place. That's not an option, since your girlfriend was not a fan of junkfood.
"I want a burger," she points at the fastfood place to your surprise.
"Uh, sure," you say. You didn't mind her choice.
You enter the resturaunt, and the clientelle was mostly either families or other teenagers like you. You wonder if your girlfriend actually made a choice out of some new preference, or if it was to better suit her 'character'.
You both order and recieve your burger and fries. You eat, but occasionally she plays a little footsie, causing you to look at her and her to giggle in response.
She grabs a few of your fries.
"Hey!" you complain.
"What did I do?" she says innocently.
"You took my fries," you point out.
"Well. I don't have any fries left." She giggles. She then goes to grab another, but you swat her hand.
She tries again, but you defend again. She doesn't relent. Instead, she mounts a rapid flurry of defense, swiftly repeatedly reaching for your fries. Barely you manage to block her attacks. Then, she accidentally hits your drink, and it falls off the table.
The kerfuffle is paused as you both look to the side. Luckily, it didn't seem like much was spilled
"Sir and Miss." you hear. You look up to see a employee, a much taller than you adult man. He looked a bit tired with dark circles under his eyes. "Can you two please calm down a little."
"Of course," you reply embarrassed. You meekly pick up your drink off the floor.
As the employee leaves, you continue eating the meal. Your girlfriend is giggling, still pretty hyper, and she resumes playing footsie with you. With her demeanor and how she was acting, she really felt like a middle-school girl.