A thin sliver of light cut through a small gap in the curtains, and slowly worked it's way up the bed. The rooms two occupants lay fast asleep, wrapped cosily in a duvet, with a low rumbling snore coming out of the covers on the side nearest the door. An arm - undeniably male given the light covering of hair - struck out into no-mans-land, hanging over the end of the bed and allowing a hand to barely brush the floor.

Next to him, a second figure rolled over, and momentarily tried to waft away the beam of light with a futile, sleepy gesture. Nearest the window in the otherwise dark room, the second occupant was currently the sole focus of the early morning sun. As the light finally reached the top of the bed, a woman's face flinched at the unwelcome intrusion.

With a groan, the woman was slowly and unwillingly dragged from whatever dreams she'd been enjoying, and rudely forced back into the real world. A real world that tasted like a hangover, and was apparently illuminated by an offensively bright light.

"Mitchell." she mumbled, sleepily. "Mitchell..."

There was no response from her partner though, except for another snore in the never-ending symphony that had peppered the night.

After a few minutes of futilely battling the oncoming morning, a burst of red hair grudgingly untangled itself from the duvet. With a final groan, the woman hauled herself out of bed, and breathed in deeply. She was tall and relatively thin, but with a nice round ass that many a man had appreciated from afar.

Staring accusingly at the gap in the curtains, she slowly got to her feet and made her way slowly out of the room. She needed some water before she fixed the curtains and would crawl back under the covers.

Reaching the kitchen, she grabbed a cup and yawned as she turned on the tap. Away from the bedroom, away from the snoring, the house was perfectly quiet. The light tinkling of the water hitting the bottom of the glass, combined with the after-effects of far too much wine having left the bottom of her glass the night before, sounded far too loud for a Saturday morning.

However, if the sound of the water was enough to make her regret her choice of drinks last night, the sudden piercing shriek of the phone was enough to make her regret her life.

Staggering over to the phone, Tanya fumbled at the handheld before finally locating the answer button.

"H... hello?" Tanya said, blearily.

"Hi, is Mitchell there?" Tanya's mind was kicked out of neutral by the sound of her boyfriend's mother. Shaking her head, and squinting at a nearby clock, Sara tried to wake herself up so as not to betray the fact that she was still more than slightly hungover.

"Umm... no... no, Mitchell's still in bed." What the hell was she ringing at this hour for? Of course, the woman lived on the other side of the country, and was prone to forgetting that timezones were a thing that actually existed in other people's lives.

"Oh, okay..." the woman sounded disappointed, and Tanya was lost for words for a moment.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, Tanya finally broke and volunteered "Shall I... get him to call you back?"

The strain of the conversation was already beginning to show in her voice. This was most certainly not fair, she reflected, in between the headache and her vague attempts at focussing on this conversation. On the one hand, she was conscious of trying to be on her boyfriend's mother's good side. On the other hand, this was cutting into some valuable and absolutely necessary Saturday morning sleeping time.

"Oh, oh no. It's fine." Mitchell's mother said, with an audible sniff, "I'll call back later. I'm sure the two of you have plenty planned for today, and I can wish him a happy birthday later on."

"Fine. fine. I'll tell him you called." Tanya replied, and hurriedly finished this odd little conversation so she could hang up and get back to nursing her hang over.

As she stumbled back to the bedroom, glass of water protectively clutched to her chest, part of Tanya's mind began to replay the conversation in her mind. There was something she'd missed. Something that she sensed was somehow important.

What had she said? That she'd call back later to wish him a happy birthday.

Tanya stopped, mid-corridor, and her eyes opened wide.

Mitchell's mother would wish him a happy birthday...

"Oh shit." Tanya said, quietly. It was Saturday, June 20th. It was Mitchell's birthday.

*********

As Mitchell woke up to the world half an hour later, one year older than when he'd gone to bed, he woke to a vision of Tanya staring at him from the end of the bed. There was something oddly disconcerting about waking up like that, and Mitchell let rip with a startled snort of surprise.

"Hey sweetheart!" said Tanya, with an exaggerated enthusiasm that would have instantly triggered the suspicions of a more alert man.

"Umm... hey?" Mitchell said, rubbing his eyes, and peering at the clock.

"So... ahh... Happy birthday!" Tanya said, happily, a manic look in her eyes. "Haha! I bet you thought I'd forgot!" Tanya paused for a moment, before reluctantly adding "Again."

Remembering birthdays was not one of Tanya's strengths. A curvy ass and long legs were what her past boyfriends would remember her for, and most certainly not for her attention to small details like someone's birthday, or her ability to buy an appropriate present.

Mitchell raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"You remembered?" he said, doubt evident in his tone.

"Of course sweetheart!" Tanya said, immediately, and attempted to sound insulted that her boyfriend would think she'd forget. Again. For the third time in a row.

"You... you got me a present?" Mitchell said, both eyebrows now raised in surprise.

"Yes..." Tanya said, slowly and carefully. "Yes, ah... yes of course I did!"

Jumping to her feet from where she'd been sitting at the foot of her bed, Tanya flung her arms open wide and grinned.

"I'm your present, honey!"

Mitchell regained full alertness in less than a fifth of a second at that announcement.

"Yes," Tanya said, business-like, "today I'm going to do anything you want. I'm going to cook for you, clean the house, bring you a beer while you watch sports... anything you want!"

Mitchell just lay there for a few moments, and stared long and hard at Tanya. After about ten seconds of this, Tanya began to feel increasingly silly with her arms wide open and a grin plastered on her face. The facade was beginning to breakdown when Mitchell made his next move.

"Anything?' he said, carefully.

"Anything." Tanya promised, with a beguiling innocence.

"Hmm..." Mitchell said. "Could we go shopping?"

Tanya blinked at that uncomprehendingly for a second or two. Mitchell was not one of life's natural shoppers, and to hear him _want_ to go shopping was a little on the unusual side.

"Sure?" Tanya said, more as a question as to why, than any statement of intent.

"Great." Mitchell said, in a slow and measured tone. The beginning of an idea for the best birthday ever was dancing at the front of his mind, and he had to pinch himself to ensure he wasn't still dreaming.

Of course Tanya had forgot, he thought. The old "I'm your present!" excuse had done the rounds ever since Ugg the Caveman had first forgotten to buy Mrs Ugg the rock she'd told him she'd wanted for their wedding anniversary, and poor old Ugg had desperately tried to avoid being fed to the sabre tooth tigers.

Third time in a row as well, Mitchell mused. Still, he thought, perhaps Tanya's latest transgression was just an opportunity for a little fun. And a lesson on the side.

Mitchell smiled broadly, the headache from last night's excesses temporarily subdued.

"I love you Tanya." he said happily, and his eyes twinkled at the visibly relieved look on his girlfriend's face.

"How about we leave in an hour for the mall? Hell..." Mitchell said, feeling generous, "I'll think I'll even get something for you while we're there!"

Tanya clapped her hands delightedly. She was too busy patting herself on the back at handling this latest failure of memory to notice that Mitchell had an unusually eager look on his face.

********

As Mitchell and Tanya strolled through the mall, the buffeting stream of shoppers carried them on towards one of the major department stores at the far end.

Tanya was curious as to what Mitchell was looking for, but he'd been unnaturally quiet on the Mitcheller.

"So what are you after, Mitchell?" Tanya asked again, trying to sound like it was an off-hand, care-free remark.

Mitchell turned to her and smiled warmly. With a wink, he pointed ahead to where the entrance of a Macy's store had hovered into view.

"Oh, just one or two things, gorgeous."

Letting go of Tanya's hand, he draped an arm over her shoulder.

"But before we get on to that, I thought - well, since you're my birthday present, that we should find the appropriate wrapping for you!"

Tanya looked up at Mitchell with a confused expression on her face. All around them, people disappeared into and out of shops, and a thousand conversations created a low constant murmur throughout the entire mall. All that Toni could focus on though was what Mitchell had just said. Or, perhaps more importantly, whatever the hell Mitchell was trying to say.

"Umm." was all Tanya could string together in response.

Mitchell gave her a playful squeeze on the shoulders, and gave her a mischievous look.

"Well, you know, it _is_ my birthday. And I was hoping to, well, 'unwrap' my present later on."

Tanya rolled her eyes at that, but nevertheless also smirked at that suggestion. So, sexy lingerie it was then. Well, it was his birthday after all, and she could hardly claim to have come up with any better ideas herself.

Allowing herself to be guided ever onwards, she did nevertheless wonder why Mitchell had chosen Macy's of all places to go. They must have passed a Victoria Secret's somewhere along the way, and there would be a number of other shops that could serve a sexier range of outfits that Macy's. Still, best not to openly question a guy on his birthday, especially when he's probably only half-buying the idea that you actually remembered it in the first place.

Mitchell was in a very good mood as the two of them sauntered into the shop, and he made an immediate bee-line for the girl's clothing section.

"Hey, Mitchell." Tanya said, adding an edge of seduction to her voice. "The lingerie is over here."

"Yes." Mitchell said, acknowledging the signage without letting it change his course. "Yes, it is. We're going somewhere slightly different."

Tanya stopped in her tracks and another look of confusion wrinkled her nose.

"What do you mean?" she said.

Mitchell stopped too and turned to face his red-headed girlfriend.

"Well," he said, "they say when you get older, you sometimes regress back to a second childhood."

"Mitchell, you're, like, 24. You're not that old."

"25." Mitchell interjected, correcting her, and causing a slightly flush in Tanya's cheeks.

"Yeah, yeah, like I said. You're 25."

"True." Mitchell replied. "So the good news is that I won't be the one regressing."

Tanya had no answer to that, or in fact any clue as to what Mitchell meant by his odd comment. Instead, she didn't resist as Mitchell took her hand again and pulled her gently towards a section of clothing clearly targeted at women younger than her own twenty three years.

Tanya stood there in between racks of clothing for what looked like very young teenagers, acutely aware that her boyfriend was rifling though items probably ten years too young for her.

"Mitchell?" Tanya whispered, trying not to call too much attention to themselves in an otherwise busy store. Already, one or two older women - presumably shopping for daughters - were casting a few strange looks their way.

"Mitchell!" Tanya whispered again, more urgency in her voice now.

"Hmm?" Mitchell said, looking up briefly from where he was crouched down, inspecting a row of what looked like girl's panties.

"What exactly are you looking for?!" Tanya said, indicating with her body language that whatever it was, he better find it shortly so they could retreat to somewhere more appropriate.

"Oh, relax." Mitchell said. "What's everyone going to think? That I'm buying you some girly, cartoony panties and crop top for you to wear?" Mitchell smiled at that.

"Yeah. Yeah. Haha. Nobody would seriously think that I suppose!" Tanya laughed, nervously. However, there was something about Mitchell's eyes that were undermining her attempt to treat that as a joke.

Mitchell broke eye contact for a moment, and then seemed to be looking around for something else. He stood up, bringing an item with him that Tanya couldn't immediately see.

"Sweetheart." Mitchell said, "any idea where the changing rooms are around here?"

"W... Why?" Tanya said.

"Found your wrapping paper for my birthday present." Mitchell grinned. With a triumphant reveal, Mitchell displayed a pair of obscenely pink panties in front of Tanya's transfixed eyes.

It wasn't just the pinkness of the panties that shocked Tanya. She wasn't much of a pink person really, and while she liked to think she dressed fashionably, her tastes ran more towards simple and elegant. Pink didn't often fit into that equation.

But it wasn't just the pinkness. The panties - clearly designed for someone to whom high school was in their future rather than their past - proudly portrayed what Tanya could only guess was a My Little Pony.

A couple of gaudy stars sparkled around the pony on the crotch, and Mitchell obligingly turned the panties around to reveal the awful truth. The phrase "Friendship is Magic!" was printed in a large, cartoonish font across the cheeks of the panties, and the frill on the panties was certainly not something you'd find in Tanya's drawers back home.

Tanya looked up at Mitchell, disbelievingly. "Are you serious?" she said.

Mitchell gave her a slightly hurt look. "It _is_ my birthday, babe!"

Tanya pouted for a moment, and then gave up and snatched the panties off Mitchell. Even allowing for the fact that Mitchell had deliberately chosen a larger size, and even allowing for the general obesity problem sweeping the next generation, the "large" panties still looked like they'd be a very, very snug fit on Tanya's curvy backside.

Still, she reasoned, if it's only Mitchell who'll see her in these, where could the harm be?

Cautiously, she took a couple of steps towards the changing rooms. She'd only moved a few meters when Mitchell suddenly called after her. Twirling around, Tanya was half expecting to see Mitchell break out into laughter at what was clearly a joke.

Mitchell wasn't laughing though. He was holding up another item. A crop top. Just as pink. Just as small. Just as embarrassing.

"Don't want those sexy boobs of yours to feel neglected!" Mitchell said, with an evil glint.

"Mitchell, this will barely fit over me!" Even allowing for the fact that Tanya's b-cup breasts weren't the largest to ever grace a woman's chest, she could already tell that this top would look ridiculously tight and stretched on her. As she turned it over in her hands, the unmistakable look of unicorns and rainbows glared up at her.

She made a face at the indignity of having to wear this, but one look at Mitchell told her that this was what he really wanted. With a sigh, she gave up any thoughts of protesting, and marched on towards the changing rooms. Behind her, she could hear Mitchell's footsteps following.

********

"Come on out sweetheart!" Mitchell called, jovially. He leaned casually against the side of the wall nearest to the changing room door, and playfully tapped on the door. Behind the door, Tanya coughed nervously, and there was an edge of pleading in her tone when she finally replied.

"Mitchell, do I have to come out there in this?!"

Mitchell smiled broadly, and an merciless look momentarily clouded his eyes.

"Don't worry Tanya, there's no-one else around at the moment." Mitchell winked conspiratorially at an older gentleman who'd just walked into the changing rooms with a couple of dress shirts in his hands. At the sound of Tanya's pleading, the gentleman looked up with interest, and stood stock-still.

The changing room door remained steadfastly shut for a couple of more seconds, before the tiniest of creaks heralded a slow yet inevitable opening. The door edged open by a couple of inches, and a nervous face peeked around the corner. Tanya was clearly checking out the area outside, but unfortunately for her the angle didn't allow her to notice the older gentleman.

She opened the door a couple of more inches, and made eye contact with Mitchell. There was no mistaking the message in her eyes, just as there was no disputing the reply in his. The silent conversation went along the lines of: "this is embarrassing!", with the simple response of "this is my birthday!".

Acknowledging the futility of fighting this any further, Tanya opened the door fully, and slinked out of the changing cubicle.

Mitchell stood back and applauded. Stripped of the clothing that she'd worn to the store, Tanya now only wore the pink My Little Pony panties and the crop top. The crop top itself exposed far too much of Tanya's stomach for her own liking. Her tall frame meant that the crop top only reached a couple of inches below the lowest edge of her breasts.

Tanya was noticeably hunched over in embarrassment at her predicament, and she kept one hand tugging at the tightly stretched material, trying to pull the top down even half an inch more. Her other hand was strategically positioned in front of her crotch, covering most of the Pony but unable to block the sight of a sparkling rainbow that seemed to be erupting from the cartoonish beast.

Her eyes looked straight at Mitchell, and he could see that his lesson about forgetting to buy a proper present had begun to settle in. Still, the day is young, Mitchell thought to himself, and there was still a few more opportunities to reinforce this learning experience.

With his girlfriend's face as red as her hair, he made the universal gesture for a twirl. He took one step to the side as he did, and guided Tanya more into the centre of the changing rooms. As he did, he positioned himself between Tanya and the cubicle where her other clothes and her handbag lay.

Eager to get this over with, Tanya quickly begun to spin. A few turns would do it, she reasoned, and then she could forget about this until tonight, when at least they'd be alone.

It was on her second twirl that Tanya realised that they weren't alone even now. With a startled cry, Tanya finally noticed the older gentleman, who responded by promptly dropping the clothes he'd been carrying. His jaw followed suit, and he stared open-mouthed at the beautiful figure of Tanya in her pink, girly attire. Tanya's hands flew over her body, seeking new places to cover while always leaving somewhere exposed. After a few shrieks, she finally unfroze from where she'd been standing, and dashed for the safety of the cubicle.

A cubicle that had - while she'd been the object of this older man's gawking - mysteriously been closed. Mitchell had disappeared too, and while Tanya's mind raced with the full impact of her current predicament, she came to the horrified realisation that Mitchell had locked himself inside the cubicle. With her clothes. With her handbag, her phone, her house keys... with everything other than these humiliating clothes that he'd left her in.

Tanya banged on the door. "Let me in!" she pleaded. The world slowed down to a trickle, and she was painfully aware of the other man's constant appraisal of her.

Knocking on the cubicle door again, she called out to her boyfriend to let her back in. Unhelpfully, the only thing she could get out of Mitchell was a promise to come back out in a minute. A minute! As the seconds crawled by, that minute would seem like an hour.
She knew the old man was still there without even turning to face him. She could feel his eyes wandering over her exposed skin. Worse still, she could also feel his gaze fall on the "Friendship is Magic!" that was her ass was now the billboard for.

"Oh God!" Tanya whispered. Summoning up some small amount of courage from the pit of her stomach, she turned to half face her unwanted companion. Unwilling to flash her pony at someone who was obviously two decades her senior, Tanya made a play for his sympathy.

"Excuse me sir, could I ask you to leave please?" She tried to force a smile on to her face, but her body language was almost doubled-over.

She got no reaction from him.

"Excuse me sir... my boyfriend is playing a bit of a prank on me... and I don't think he'd want you to see me kick his ass when he comes out, so... umm... perhaps you could... find somewhere else?"

The older man's breathing was quickening at the point, and a more-than-slightly-creepy grin was breaking across his face.

"You look really nice." he said. If he'd calculated his words to cause maximum embarrassment to Tanya, then the effect on her would have been beyond his wildest dreams.

Tanya spun around so she was facing away from him. Throwing both hands on to her ass, so as to cover the words, she kicked at the cubicle door one more time.

"Mitchell!" she pleaded.

Finally, and even though only thirty seconds had passed, she gave up on trying to get to her clothes. Bolting for another cubicle, she reached the temporary sanctuary and slammed the door shut. Inside the small empty changing area, she was confronted by the sight of herself in a floor-to-ceiling mirror. That did nothing to improve Tanya's state of mind. Even though technically everything was covered, she could see the humiliation etched on her own face, and was painfully aware at just how absurd her adult body looked in such childish, cartoonish attire.

Tanya was a proud woman, and liked to consider that she was fairly mature. She'd outgrown all of this over ten years ago, and right now all she mentally picture was the mental image of an older, maybe forty year old man. A man who was salivating over seeing her in these tight, skimpy pink panties, and a crop top that was basically a glorified bra when forced over her twenty-something frame.

Damn it Mitchell!

She tried to calm herself down and consider her options, a survey that didn't last long at all, and merely resulted in more panic when she realised she had absolutely no options at all.

She could hear somebody outside fumble with something on the floor, undoubtedly the old man still. She realised bitterly that she'd actually been lucky that there had only been one other person there. The shop was busy, and there would be people coming and going from the changing rooms all the time.

Even in the privacy of the changing cubicle, she instinctively covered up with her arms, in as much as she could. As her mind danced from one scenario to the next, she finally heard another cubicle door open. The sound of footsteps echoed through the changing room, heading towards the exit before turning around and covering the distance to her own current refuge.

Mitchell knocked lightly on the door.

"Hey beautiful!" Mitchell called out, cheerfully. "Come on out sweetheart, we've got more shopping to do!"

"Give me my other clothes back first." Tanya shot back. She half-opened the door and stuck a hand out, to receive the clothes that Mitchell had so rudely deprived her of.

After half a minute of waiting, she stuck her face out, with an accusing glare.

"Well," Mitchell did say, maintaining a reasonable tone, "you did say before that you'd do anything I want."

Tanya stomped a foot, and stuck her hand out again. Mitchell looked down at it, and then shrugged his shoulders in a semi-apologetic way.

"Sorry sweetheart, I gave your old clothes to that nice man who you gave a show too. Sort of like a memento to remember you by." he added, with audible amusement.

"?!" was all Tanya could manage at that. "Are you kidding me?" she finally added.

"Well, it's probably true that he'll remember you without needing the memento..." Mitchell conceded, "but I did hate to have to send him away empty-handed."

"So... so... what am I going to wear?!" Tanya said, the defiance knocked out of her, and the pleading returning back to her voice.

Mitchell initially offered polite silence in return, and gave Tanya a mildly confused expression.

Eventually, he broke the silence. "Well, Tanya... let's face it. We both know you forgot my birthday."

Tanya started to object, but then realised she had neither the facts nor the situation on her side. Grumbling, she conceded the point.

"So, you said you'd be my birthday present." Mitchell shrugged. "Fair enough, I'm happy to accept that."

Tanya looked up at Mitchell. "Yes, but I didn't mean..."

Mitchell held a hand up to stop Tanya in mid-sentence.

"'But' nothing, I'm afraid." Mitchell said, firmly, "you're my present and I have selected the appropriate wrapping. I may choose to unwrap my present later on, but for the time being I'm happy with the presentation..."

Tanya's mind raced with the implications of what he might be suggesting. Surely not, she thought. Surely he wouldn't.

"So, as long as you're happy to keep up your promise, I'll leave my present wrapped," Mitchell paused, "for the time being."

Mitchell winked at that, Tanya's defences crumbled.

"So... you're going to make me walk around in this?!" she whined, processing the full horror of what was playing out in front of her.

"Well, we've got to go pay for them first," Mitchell reminded her, "so follow me and we'll get my real present. Once we have that, I think I might be so kind as to relieve you of your ill-advised promise."

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Tanya twisted one way and another before eventually realising that she actually had no real way of escaping this. For any other sins she might be prone to commit, she was a woman to keep a promise, and on one level she was still feeling guilty about forgetting his birthday. Again.

Cautiously at first, and then with a final resignation to her fate, Tanya stepped out of the cubicle. In a daze, Mitchell took her hand one more time, and they walked calmly out of the changing rooms to the wider world outside. Well, Mitchell walked calmly. Tanya walked like she on hot coals, her one free hand flying from panties to crop top with the indecision of someone with too much to cover, and too little to cover it with.

Dragged out into the busy store beyond, there was no one angle to cover up to avoid exposure. Her hand danced around, sometimes protecting her exposed skin, before changing it's mind and trying to hide the humiliatingly childish clothing that was her own source of "modesty".

Mitchell didn't slow down, and it wouldn't have helped Tanya if he did. Instead, he confidently walked up to a cashier, and proudly presented Tanya to a clearly shocked woman.

"I'd like to buy these please." Mitchell said, as if he was buying something as simple and mundane as a t-shirt. After the woman behind the counter made no move to do anything, Mitchell looked bemused at Tanya, and then thought to add "I mean the clothes. Not the woman of course. I apparently already own her today."

Shaking herself out of a shocked stupor, the woman looked deep into Tanya's eyes. Tanya replied with a nervous laugh, and tried bravely to pass this off as normal.

The expression on the assistant's face wasn't helping though.

"Miss. We... we don't normally have our customers wear the clothes out of the store." Left unsaid, but clearly evident in her reaction, was the fact the their adult customers don't normally buy these clothes either.

"Are you perhaps... looking for a larger size in... perhaps something more... grown-up?"

The assistant seemed to be trying to be polite and helpful, but every word she uttered drove the point of Tanya's embarrassment deeper into her soul.

"Can... can we just pay for these and go? Please?" Tanya said, quietly. She was aware she was attracting more and more attention with every moment that passed, and this scene at the cashier's desk was making an already self-conscious woman turn into a red-faced mess of humiliation.

Mitchell held the tags that were still on the clothes, and suggested that the assistant come around and scan them.

"Sorry sir..." the confused woman said, "the scanner won't reach that far."

Mitchell looked briefly at the cable that attached it to her computer, and had to concede the point.

"Well Tanya, looks like you may need to lean over the counter."

Tanya's heart skipped a beat at that thought. She knew what that meant the second he'd said it. She'd be leaning over the counter, and her ass would be stuck up in the air. "Friendship is Magic" she thought, bitterly.

There was no option though. If they didn't pay, she'd have take the items off if they were to leave the store. That didn't even bare thinking about. Especially as Mitchell may think about baring her at any moment.

Steeling herself, and with a groan, Tanya leaned over the counter, and resigned herself to the fact that her ass was now on prominent display to everyone behind her. She heard a few whistles and laughs. She'd always been on show of course, but now she was sticking her ass up like an open invitation to be checked out.

Of course the assistant struggled to scan the barcode. Of course that meant to that the time she was leaned over the counter stretched out into an eternity of embarrassment. She gritted her teeth.

Finally the blessed sound of the scanner successfully reading the barcode chirped in her ear.

Thank God! she thought.

"Ahh.. miss. I need to scan the panties now." The other woman's voice shook with uncertainty. This was clearly new territory for her too.

With clenched fists, Tanya spun herself around so she was now sitting on the desk. She then shimmied closer to the scanner with clear awkwardness, and was horrified to see that the old man from the changing rooms had been standing behind her the entire time she'd had her ass in the air.

"Friendship is Magic!" he said loudly, with a wild grin and perving eyes.

Tanya shut her eyes tight. As the assistant tugged at the label, trying to get it closer to the scanner, Tanya tried futilely to pull the crop top down. Every time she tried to though, it bounced back up when she let go, and she was more than a little fearful that eventually it might bounce up and over her boobs. It was humiliating enough being in these stupid pink tween clothes, without adding "flashing" to the list.

Giving up on top, Tanya opened one eye. She was a little taken aback when she saw that the man - and the dozen or so other shoppers who were now her audience - was no longer looking at her exposed stomach or barely covered breasts.

No, he and the others were were looking further down than that. With dread, they followed their gaze, and let out a yelp when she realised what had happened. When she'd sat on the counter, she'd steadfastly kept her legs closed. Some small measure of modesty that was still within her control.

However, somewhere between the shuffling towards the scanner, the assistant's tugging on the tag, and her own fixation with her top, her legs had parted.

With her legs splayed out on the counter, and facing a full crowd of men and women, she belatedly realised she was showing everyone the Pony covering her pussy.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! Tanya thought, as her mind - unbidden - pictured what she must look like. A twenty something adult woman, with pink frilly panties and a stupid cartoon pony that were way too small and way too young for her. She felt like any sense of her own maturity was melting away, and she looked desperately at the assistant.

"Come on, please!" she said.

With some measure of sympathy, the assistant tried her best to scan the tag, and was finally rewarded with a successful chirp.

Without needing to be told, Tanya hopped off the counter and dropped to her knees.

"Sir." the assistant said, the sheer unrealness of the situation peppering her attempt at a professional tone with a far higher pitch than normal, "that will be $30."

Mitchell grinned.

"Cheap at twice the price." he said, smoothly. Looking at his girlfriend, who was huddled on the ground with her arms wrapped around her legs, he handed over the money and then beckoned for Tanya to follow. With a jaunty whistle, he headed for the exit and the mall beyond.

********

The walk through the mall was excruciating for Tanya. Before today, she would have told anyone who'd asked that the mall she and Mitchell usually went to was a small and modest shopping centre. Now it seemed as large as one of the Great Lakes, and just as difficult to walk across. Every step seemed like a mile, and she was all too conscious of the fact that wherever she went, people stared and pointed.

Mitchell seemed oblivious to this, and was happily chatting away about what he wanted to buy. Tanya hadn't heard a word he'd said. She was only vaguely aware of being steered towards a shop in the west wing of the mall. On the other hand, she was painfully aware that the small panties she was wearing were beginning to ride up into her ass with every movement she made.

Caught between the predicament of wanting to spare her naked ass from being on display, while not wanting some stupid cartoon slogan to humiliate her further, Tanya instead just tried to focus on what was directly in front of her.

She could feel her ears burning as she caught the occasional snigger, laugh, and shouted innuendo from nameless people around her.

Eternity stretched out in front of her as Tanya felt herself become the focal point of discussion wherever she was led. Just as the panties were beginning to ride up, causing some painful bunching and exposing more and more skin around the edges, her wildly inappropriate top was also shifting around her chest.

Tanya lived in fear that the top would flash a boob at some point, or worse yet, that the stretched material would somehow give way. The stitching was cheap, and she could feel it strain. The designers clearly hadn't thought that their large size for a typical eleven year old would one day be asked to cover the breasts of a grown twenty-something woman.

Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, she gripped tight on to Mitchell's hand. Trying to distract herself from the scene that she was creating, and the mental images she was leaving in the minds of whoever saw her, Tanya switched to trying to listen to her boyfriend.

Mitchell was apparently reaching the conclusion of some line of conversation that he'd merrily been continuing all by himself for the past five minutes.

"So," Mitchell finished, "I reckon that with the movie coming out next year, that now's the time to buy it before the price skyrockets any further!"

What the hell was he talking about? Tanya thought. Could the man not see how embarrassed she was, having to parade around in this stupid, tiny pink, girly outfit for the whole world to see? She was a grown woman for fuck's sake. How many grown women walk around a public space in pink My Little Pony panties several sizes too small, and a crop top that barely covers her boobs? None, that was the exact number of women who'd do that, Tanya chided herself. How was she going to live this down if they came across some of their friends?

Not for the first time today, she swore at herself for forgetting Mitchell's birthday, and then making the dumb decision to promise her "compliance" as his gift.

How could she have foreseen it would have led to this though, she thought, grinding her teeth as the wild thought that this may not be the worst of what today would offer.

Looking up, she noticed they were now making a direct line for a nearby shop, and her heart sank as she realised precisely what shop it was. The comic book shop. Oh Christ, Tanya thought, shaking slightly.

She'd been in there before, dragged in by Mitchell after he'd admitted he still read comic books. Tanya remembered snorting derisively at that announcement, but had - in her mind - demonstrated great maturity by looking past such a childish hobby and still loving Mitchell for his other fine qualities.

Quite what those fine qualities were, Tanya could not currently be drawn on.

Her impression of Mitchell's hobby hadn't improved on the one occasion she'd been in the store. The dank smell of sweaty men had not been a turn on, and she recalled feeling slightly superior to the shop's inhabitants. Of course, that was back when she was appropriately dressed. That was back when she wasn't dressed like some immature eleven year old.

Oh no, no, no!

Tanya instinctively pulled back, and tried to silently encourage Mitchell to rethink. Her embarrassment was matched only by his determination though, and within moments she found herself crossing the threshold of the shop, and into a whole new world beyond.

Any conversation that might have been happening between the half a dozen shop regulars ceased immediately as Tanya hovered into view. The sharp light of the store, and the relatively open style of the shelves and aisles, meant there she was clearly visible from all angles of the relatively small shop.

The tall red head actually towered over most of the regulars at the best of times, and there was certainly no indication that they were looking at her face now. No, their eyes were firmly fixed further south, and Tanya gave a short whimper as she resumed her futile tugging at the material.

The noise of a large book hitting the floor announced the fact that the Store Manager was now solely fixated on Tanya.

"Ahh... Mitchell?" he stammered, instinctively pushing at the pair of glasses that hung awkwardly off his face.

The rotund forty year old man wore a Superman shirt that was sharing the same struggles in covering his body as Tanya's top had in covering hers. The only difference was that his top was an extra large adult t-shirt, and had a hefty and hairy stomach to deal with. The shirt was tucked into a pair of dark black jeans, and a mop of poorly combed brown hair sat like a disgruntled ferret on his head.

Tanya resorted back to her old strategy of having one arm across her breasts, and one hand shoved down by the crotch of her panties. That this brought even more attention to her attire was the penalty for not wanting to have these guys to see what decorated her current outfit.

Of the five other people in the store, only one was a woman - a nondescript brunette in heavyset clothing that hid her figure. The Tanya of an hour ago would have recoiled from wearing what the other woman had on, but right now it seemed like the most beautiful and desirable creation of a world-class fashion designer.

Tanya yearned to hide her own exposed body behind those wonderful layers of baggy pants and jumper, and she surprised herself with a clearly audible groan of longing.

The sound of her own uncontrolled reaction served only to embarrass her more, and her face was steadily turning a beetroot red.

Mitchell was already walking up to the front counter, where the manager stood slack jawed in his appraisal of Tanya. Scuttling after him, she heard Mitchell open up by asking immediately for some weird Batman collectable.

Distracted as he was by checking out Tanya's lame attempts at covering up, the manager initially didn't react to Mitchell's attempts at conversation. It took some clicking of fingers in front of his face, and several coughs from Mitchell, before he reluctantly dragged his attention of the beautiful, severely under-dressed redhead standing nervously in front of him.

"Wh... what is it..." he looked with unfocussed eyes at the man in front of him, a man whose name he should easily remembered, and yet struggled to think of who he actually was.
"Mitchell." Mitchell supplied, helpfully.

The manager nodded silently, and then shook his head. "And... umm, what are you after?!"

Tanya tried to listen in on the conversation, if only as it meant she didn't have to deal with the fact that everyone in the store was just standing there are staring at her. Even the other woman was watching her, although Tanya could get a sense of resentment steaming off her. Was she the alpha female in this store - hell, the _only_ female in the store - and threatened by what she saw? Tanya would gladly swap with her in a heartbeat.

Mitchell was explaining again what he wanted, and the manager and just gathered his wits enough to quote a price back.

"$250!" Mitchell exclaimed. Even while dealing with her own acute sense of exposure, she detected a hint of disappointment in Mitchell's voice.

"Ahh... I can't afford $250." Mitchell said, ruefully. Silence reigned for a few moments longer. While Tanya dealt with everyone running their gaze over the skimpy pink clothing, and dawdling over her exposed legs and stomach, Mitchell only had eyes for a large Batman figurine posed in some kind of weird fight scene.

Mitchell looked longingly at what Tanya could only classify as a toy, and then back up at the store manager.

"Look." Mitchell said, Mitcheller-of-factly, "We don't have that kind of money." One last glance at the limited edition collectible that lay so close, and yet so far from his grasp, was all it took for Mitchell to make up his mind on what needed to happen next.

"However..." he said, slowly, with a side-ways look at a red-faced Tanya. "Perhaps we could, well, ahh, come to an arrangement?"

Mat looked meaningfully at the manager, and when the man's eyes swivelled back to his scantily-clad girlfriend, the beginnings of an agreement began to form in the silence.

Slowly catching on to the implication, Tanya became even more nervous.

"Umm.. guys... what... what are you talking about?!"

Mitchell leaned closer to the manager, and the two of them suddenly dived into a short, urgent, and whispered conversation.

Tanya tried to nervously smile at the others, and in particular the sensibly dressed other woman, who had withdrawn back slightly and was partly obscured by some shelves.

"Ahh, hi?" Tanya said, with a small hand wave that was careful not to move that hand too far from where she needed it to cover her most private of regions.

Several of the guys tried to stammer a greeting in response, and Tanya could see some of them were as nervous as she felt. Tanya almost felt good at that. As the realisation that they couldn't string words together with her standing there, she even had the faintest feeling of reassurance.

That reassurance lasted all of ten seconds, before Mitchell suddenly turned around to face her again.

"Good news sweetheart. Tommy here is going to give us the figurine for only $25. An absolute bargain!" Mitchell seemed delighted with this change in fortunes. Behind him, Tommy the manager's face leaned around Mitchell and gave her a sickly grin.

After a couple of seconds of confusion, Tanya quietly said "Really? He's going to drop the price $225?!"

"Well," Mitchell conceded, "I can't take all the credit for this great bargain. You had a role to play as well!"

Tanya grimaced at that. "So let me get this straight, because I've walked in here and absolutely fucking humiliated myself, and made myself look like a little girl for these... weirdos... they're going to give us a 90% discount?"

Mitchell looked wounded on behalf of his friend behind the counter.

"Certainly not, sweetheart!" Mitchell chided her, "Tommy here is a small business owner. Tommy can't afford to give us a 90% discount just because you make a decision to let me choose your wardrobe."

Treating Tommy to a friendly hand gesture, Mitchell continued with "That's hardly fair on him, is it!"

Tanya fell silent in confusion, and began to feel slightly bad for calling these people weirdos. As Tanya's shoulders drooped in resignation at her current situation, she quietly mumbled an apology for her insulting language.

"That's right. Tommy can't give a 90% discount just because a sexy woman comes in to his store in sexy clothing." Mitchell said, pausing for a few seconds before concluding on, "however, he _can_ give a 90% discount if a sexy woman comes into his store in sexy clothing, and he and his regulars can spank that sexy woman on her fine curvy ass five times each!"

Tanya simply stood there for a minute, her jaw dropping open, and her hands falling down to her side. For those sixty seconds, all thoughts of covering up was lost on her. For that unreal moment, Tanya's world began to spin around her.


"Spanking?" she whispered, plaintively.

"Spanking." he said, firmly.

*******

Two minutes later, a dazed Tanya found herself standing in front of Tommy, who was now sitting on a special chair set up in the middle of the store. Tanya's long legs meant she towered over Tommy, but that was soon to be rectified.

When one last pleading look at Mitchell failed to make any impact on her boyfriend, she squeezed her fists, gritted her teeth, and even stomped a foot on the ground. The tantrum-like reaction might have perfectly matched her costume, but Tanya knew that if she dragged this out further, she ran the real risk that more customers would come in. More customers meant more spanks.

"Oh shit!" Tanya exclaimed, as she forced herself to bend over Tommy's lap.

The others had positioned themselves so that the had a prime view of Tanya's backside, but Tommy had also "thoughtfully" placed a mirror in front of Tanya. She could see the others watching her bottom, and cringed as she felt further degradation at the thought of that stupid phrase plastered over her ass.

"She's got a great ass." Tommy said, appreciatively. Tanya was known for her curvy derriere, and the statuesque redhead grimaced as she prepared for the oncoming wave of spanks.

The first one landed without further warning, and Tanya yelped as her bottom reverberated from the impact.

Applause and laughter broke out behind her, and as Tanya looked into the mirror, she could see the grins of the men, and the grim satisfaction of the other female. For a moment, the thought flitted through her mind that this other woman would have a crack at her exposed, helpless backside as well. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!

There wasn't too much time to reflect on that though, as Tommy's second and third spanks followed in quick succession.

Tanya yelled out in shock at the constant assault on her bottom, and the stinging intensified as the third spank hit while her cheeks were still recovering from the second.

The panties had bunched up again as she'd leaned over Tommy's lap, and the uncomfortableness of this was only accentuated further as the repetitive spanks thrust the material deeper between her ass cheeks.

"Oww!" Tanya yelled, as Tommy's fifth and final spank found it's target. Even without being able to see it, Tanya knew that her bottom was now a patchwork of red marks covered by a pair of pink panties jammed deep in her crack.

She couldn't avoid looking into the mirror, and was horrified to see the other men just staring there, with a look of absolute lust on their faces. Their turn was coming up shortly.

As Tanya stumbled back to her feet, she tried to pull the panties out into some semblance of shape. Doing so merely drove home to her how sore her ass now was, and that was only after five spanks. She had another twenty five to survive.

Looking at the men, her eyes begged for mercy. Sadly, none was forthcoming, and in fact she realised with a start that the nondescript brunette had confidently stepped forward and was now taking her place on the chair.

Tanya couldn't decide whether being spanked by a man or a woman was more embarrassing, but with a reluctant sniff, she stiffly resumed her unfortunate position.

As she leaned down, the woman darted in and whispered into Tanya's ear.

"Don't come back into this store dressed like this, slut. This is my place, and I don't need these guys comparing me to you!" There was real venom in her voice, and Tanya was about to protest her innocence when the woman unleashed her first spank.

Tanya groaned in pain. The other woman was strong than she looked. She also wasn't in the mood to let Tanya's poor ass recover between spanks. Four consecutive spanks reigned down on her, each more powerful and vengeful than the last.

Tanya's senses screamed out as the open palm landed again and again on exactly the same spot. Tanya tried to grit her teeth and keep quiet, so as not to give the brunette any satisfaction, but as she spotted the guys in the mirror pant in open awe of what they were seeing, Tanya couldn't help let a groan out.

She lost track of time for a short while, but the fourth spank wasn't immediately followed by her fifth and final, as Tanya had half-expected. Gasping, and catching her breath, Tanya looked up again and saw her audience was also surprised. After a few moments, and as the tenderness of her backside fired away in her mind, the brunette slowly began to talk.

"Hey guys. The red head here seems to believe 'Friendship is Magic'. But I don't really think that applies in her case. She called us weirdos..."

"I'm sorry!" Tanya interjected, helplessly.

"She called us weirdos!" the brunette continued, firmly, "so I don't think she deserves to have this on her ass!"

With that, she suddenly grabbed the panties, and yanked them Tanya's long legs.

"No!" Tanya shouted. With her ass now completely exposed, the brunette roughly parted Tanya's legs so that the guys behind her had a perfect view of her pussy. More shame than Tanya thought was possible instantly welled up in her eyes.

Glimpsing Mitchell in the mirror, Tanya could tell even her boyfriend was slightly taken about by this turn in events.

Without any other commentary, the brunette took one more look at Tanya's naked ass, raised her hand up high, and brought it down in an arc with all the force she could muster. Straight on to Tanya's slightly upturned pussy. The sound of skin hitting skin reverberated around the store, and even the men who'd been enjoying this show winced slightly at the sound.

********

The brunette had let Tanya stand up and fumbling retrieve her panties from around her knees, before silently rejoining the crowd with a look of total satisfaction on her face. She'd left Tanya with an extraordinarily red bottom, and looking down the barrel of twenty more spanks from four men who probably rarely - if ever - got to touch a woman.

The next few minutes had felt like hours. Each of the four men took their turn at carefully placing Tanya over their knee, and selecting their target on her pleasingly large bottom. Her curvy derriere offered a wealth of landing spots, and each one of them was explored as the men thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

Between the sweaty smell of the guys and their nervous laughter at being this close to a beautiful woman, degradation swam in the forefront of Tanya's mind.

She groaned, grunted, and gasped through spank after spank, thwack and thwack, and humiliation after humiliation.

And yet it ended with such suddenness that Tanya was still dazed for several minutes before she realised she'd made it through at the hands of her six tormentors.

As the spanks still rang in her ears, and her hypersensitive ass cheeks felt phantoms blows that were no longer being delivered, Tanya struggled to her feet one last time.

The last man resumed his placed in the crowd, and Mitchell stepped forward.

Tanya panted from the exertion and for a split second feared that Mitchell was going to indicate she should get over his knee for one final crowning embarrassment.

Thankfully though, he just took her hands and smiled.

With a wink, he gave her a cheeky kiss, and simply said "Thanks for the great birthday present, sweetheart!"

Tanya was lost for words.

********

The transaction seemed to go smoothly between Tommy and Mitchell after that. Not that Tanya was particularly concerned about the fucking Batman figurine that her boyfriend was so taken by. She had enough to worry about with the searing memories of her abject debasement, and the fact that she doubted she'd be able to sit down any time in the immediate future.

She was only hearing snippets of the conversation going on next to her.

"This is going to look great in my collection!" Mitchell was raving, while Tommy had a deeply satisfied look on his face as well.

"Don't mention it Mitchell. If this hasn't made my regulars loyal for life, nothing will!" Tommy replied, excitedly.

As Mitchell admired the boxed collectible that was now his prized possession, Tommy then thought to add.

"Besides, what with the CCV footage, I could sell that and make a mint! Hell, I should be paying *you*."

Mitchell laughed distractedly at that, too busy engrossed in inspecting his latest acquisition. However, gradually his mind focussed on what Tommy had said. At the same time, Tanya's mind began to sound alarm bells too. Together, with perfect timing, they both slowly looked up at Tommy. In unison they said.

"CCV footage?!"

Mitchell and Tanya looked at each other, and Tanya could see this was not something Mitchell has genuinely considered.

In less than second, Tanya went from worrying about being embarrassed by the attentions of six others, to panicking about being embarrassed by the attentions of millions of others.

"Hey. Hey." Tanya said, with an entirely feeble attempt at a light-hearted laughter. "Surely we don't have to bring CCV footage in this?!"

Thinking wildly, and too afraid to consider the consequences of Tommy and his regulars have permanent access to a video of her exhibitionism, she even threw in with "Hey, you know, I'm sure we could stump up some extra cash if you could see your way to wiping that video!"

Tanya tried to give Tommy a friendly smile through the humiliation and aching.

Tommy looked uncertain for the moment, and then looked at his regulars for guidance.

"Well," he said cautiously and carefully, "I could get a fair bit for this video, and you were just saying before that you couldn't afford even $250 for the figurine."

There was a pregnant pause where the tension in the room was ratcheted up several notches.

'However," Tommy finally said, "perhaps we could come to... another arrangement?"

*********

Tanya stared sternly at Tommy, after the manager had finished explaining what he'd like in lieu of any cash payment for the video.

"I'm not jerking one of you assholes off." Tanya said flatly. Her expression brooked no argument - there were some lines she simply wasn't going to cross today.

"No, no, no!" Tommy said quickly, "You misunderstand!"

Tanya raised an eyebrow, and indicated with a shrug of her shoulders for the man to continue. She was acutely aware that she'd been lucky so far that no-one else had thought to come into the store during the long, drawn out twenty minutes that she'd just suffered through. Her luck was due to run out soon, and impatience and anger were now competing for attention in her mind.

"No. We wouldn't ask you to give us a hand job!" Tommy said, with a low and unappealing whine to his voice. "We are gentleman after all!"

Tanya snorted at that, but otherwise kept silent.

"No." Tommy continued. "What we want..."

He stopped, and looked at several of the others for support in going on. They silently nodded their approval of what they knew he was about to say. In the sharp, unforgiving light from the store's ceiling, the manager had a creepy and leery look in his eyes.

"We want you to masturbate in front of us."

Tanya coughed disbelievingly.

"You what?!" she finally managed.

"We want you to masturbate in front of us!" Tommy repeated. He tried to pull himself up to his full height, but given he was relatively short, he barely came up to the shoulders of Tanya's, and looked like a hobbit in comparison to Mitchell.

Not for the first time today, Tanya's vision began to swim, and the world seemed unstable around her.

Given everything she'd been through so far though, given the merciless spanks she'd been subjected too, and given that still waiting for her was a degrading walk back to the car in this mortifying outfit, Tanya's defences were shot to pieces.

Slowly, and with a distant - almost detached - look in her eyes, Tanya walked back to the chair. Slowly lowering herself down, and wincing visibly as her sensitive bottom hit the unforgiving metal of the fold away chair, Tanya leaned back and sighed deeply.

One hand moved down her front, almost subconsciously, and edged between the frilly pink material of the My Little Ponies panties, and the small tufts of pubic hair surrounding her pussy.

Two fingers began to probe her sensitive crotch, and she looked up in mute resignation as the men in the store formed a half-circle around her chair.

With her red-hair falling haphazardly over her shoulders, Tanya began to press deeper into her pussy, and then began to rub methodically away.

Trying to shut out the audience around her, Tanya channeled her thoughts into the kind of delicious revenge she inflict on Mitchell for all of this. Her imagination was firing on all cylinders as she mentally pictured him on all fours naked, bound and humiliated in front of her.

No! she thought. Naked, bound and humiliated in front of her, _and_ all her girlfriends!

She began to rub harder, and her other hand began to move up and play with her crop top. Roughly pushing up the material, she tweaked her left nipple, and a low gasp began to escape her lips. Lost in her own private world, she imagined herself alone on some private, secluded beach, bringing herself ever closer to climax.

She was almost getting into the full swing of things, when she made the cardinal mistake of opening her eyes. Instantly she was brought back to the real world.

She wasn't on some private, secluded beach. She was straddling a chair, one hand down a pair of little girl's panties, another hand exposing and groping her breasts, while a bunch of comic book nerds looked on in amazement.

Another groan erupted from Tanya's lips, and the feeling of bliss she'd momentarily held on to was stripped rudely from her grasp. In it's place, the sense that she was here, debasing herself for these men, letting them see her in her most vulnerable state, flooded back.

Still, she couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop.

As she threw her head around, she could see that at least three of her audience were now noticeable playing with their own bulges. Tanya tried to look away, but her audience surrounded her, and wherever she looked she could see her embarrassment reflected in their eyes.

Worse was to come when she saw the brunette. The look of utter contempt that Tanya was treated too cut right through her.

"Oh fuck!" she groaned, as her fingers pushed deeper and deeper into her now wet pussy. Hitting her g-spot, she rubbed, stroked and teased her hyper-sensitive crotch, unable to stop from climaxing in front of a crowd of strangers.

"This is so humiliating!" Tanya gasped, as she reached the edge of a climax, and squeezed her right nipple hard. The pain from her breast temporarily brought her back, but it was only a temporary delay.

Furiously fingering herself, and with her top practically over her head now - blocking her vision but completely exposing her tits - Tanya could no longer resist her animalistic urges.

With a high-pitched cry, and with her juices squirting out, partly creating a damp spot on the chair, Tanya came to a thunderous climax. Even with her pink unicorn and rainbow crop top stopping her from seeing her audience, she knew exactly what she must look like. Half naked, and wearing a pair of girl's panties that were now completely soaked with her own juices, Tanya collapsed back in the chair.
Her mind was too jumbled with the after-affects of the orgasm to focus on much, but when she did catch a mental image of something, it was of a woman, mercilessly working on her most private of parts, in the middle of a crowd, with the most absurd tiny pink outfit Tanya had ever seen. The woman was a redhead, tall and thin, but with a curvy butt that matched her hair for colour.

As the images danced in and out of reach, Tanya began to piece together who this silly, slutty woman was. The face of the strange woman in the chair came into view one last time, and the woman in her mind's eye looked up at Tanya tiredly.

Except the woman's face was no longer that of some detached stranger. Faced with her own reflection, the real Tanya opened her eyes with a start, and moaned out loud in abject surrender.

Her humiliation was now complete. Her embarrassment final and overwhelming. To wild applause and much hooting and whooping, Tanya just sat there, legs spread open, her perky b-cup breasts pointing out with nipples akin to diamond cutters, and reflecting back on the unimaginable acts that she'd just irreversibly performed.

"Oh shit..." she whispered to herself.

********

Mitchell walked out of the store with his prized possession, and Tanya was still breathing raggedly as she turned to join him. As she was about to cross back out into the mall, Tommy suddenly called out to Tanya.

"Hey. Mitchell told us the reason.... well, the reason for all of this," Tommy indicated the chair and the store in general with a wide expansive sweep of his arms, "was because you forgot his birthday."

Tanya just stood there, wordlessly, staring back blankly at the fat old man who'd just organised her total, complete indignant shame.

"Well," he continued, in a somewhat conciliatory tone, "we'd be happy to add you to our store database and remind you of Mitchell's birthday next year!"

Pausing for a moment, but not getting the immediate reaction he'd hoped for, he tried to sweeten the deal further.

"Hey, I could even throw in a 25% discount. You know..." he said, with a meaningful glance, "special conditions apply of course."

Tanya looked up and down at him, and opened her mouth to reply. When no words came out, she simply closed her mouth again, spun on her heels, and slowly, almost robotically, exited the store.

The crumpled material of Tanya's pink cartoon panties didn't fully display all the letters of "Friendship is Magic." Instead, Tommy's final view of Tanya was a simple glimpse at a scattered collection of letters on a bright red backside. It read: "Friends s Ma c".

"Friends smac." Tommy repeated, quietly. Yes, yes they most certainly do.

Tanya wouldn't be forgetting Mitchell's birthday next year. She wouldn't forget his birthday this year either. She'd never forget his birthday ever, ever again.

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