It did bother her a little when the pack of teen guys that hung out by the malll entrance
didn't even notice her presence. Not that she was interested, but it made her breakup with
Mike feel less painful.
Ok, so maybe she could have dressed in something better than jeans and a sweater...
What was really confusing was that a pair of cute teen GIRLS were checking her out! More
than a little freaked out by this, Rachel tried to ignore them, quickening her pace as she
headed towards the bookstore.
As she walked, however, she noticed the same thing everywhere. Guys would ignore her,
but attractive girls would turn to watch her walk by. What's worse is, every time she
noticed a cute girl looking at her, she an odd (yet pleasant) warmth between her legs, and
her nipples hardened.
She was being turned on by the attention!
Changing course, she practically ran into the bookstore, and made her way for the
bathroom in the back. Once inside, she locked the door.
Visions of young women flashed through her mind. So pretty...and they wanted her! She
supressed a moan of desire.
Shaking her head, she turned on the water faucet, and splashed cold water into her face.
"Ok, use your brain, Rache...you've never had a lesbian thought in your life before today,
you like guys! And you've never had a girl hit on you before either so what..."
It couldn't be, but there was no other explanation. It was the lingerie she'd gotten in that
package! She took off her sweater and looked at herself in the mirror.
Almost immediately she was struck by how sexy she looked in the scarlet bra.
"Mmm...hey there cutie." She licked her lips and placed a hand on her breast.
"Gah!" She quickly regained control and took off the bra, tossing it away from her like a
snake. It landed on the countertop next to the sink.
She turned back to her reflection. For a moment, seeing herself topless sent a stab of
desire through her body, but then it passed, and she actually felt a little silly staring at
herself.
She glared at the discarded bra, looking almost forlorn as it lay there. "Ok, time to test
this theory."
She put the bra in her purse and put her sweater back on. Her sweater was a little baggy,
enough that the fact she wasn't wearing a bra wasn't too obvious...although the wool was
uncomfortable rubbing against her bare b-cup breasts.
She walked back out into the bookstore, watching to see how people reacted to her.
Sure enough, the girls seemed ambivalent for the most part, but one of the guys who
worked at the store part-time smiled at her as she walked past.
She headed out of the mall and got back in her car.
Looking at herself in the rearview mirror, she realized she'd been given a powerful gift.
But what possible use was there for a slinky bra and matching panties that turned her into
a lipstick lesbian?
Then, with a smile, she had a thought...