Chapter 1

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The mall was dying. It had been dying for a while now, a slow but certain death. The pandemic kicked the process into a more rapid decline. Even after the president declared that the pandemic was over, the shopping mall had not recovered. Even the addition of the big name retail store could not resuscitate the mall. It was in the final death throes, nearly empty on this beautiful, sunny Saturday.

Leaving the food court, nibbling those last few bites of her cracked black pepper and sea salt soft chewy pretzel, she past shuttered stores, skeletons left behind when the retail concerns closed up shop, moved out. Some of these stores moved to the shopping mall at the southern end of town; another shopping mall that had already begun its own decline. Most of the retailers, however, were now concentrating their efforts on maintaining their presence on the on-line market place.

Finishing her pretzel, she stepped up to the smoothie kiosk, deep brown eyes skimming over the kiosk’s offerings. A very cute and petite red head smiled a practiced smile; a smile she’d given to every person that stopped at the kiosk.

“Oh! Black cherry!” she enthused and ordered a medium sized black cherry smoothie.

In somewhat hushed tones, she confided to the cute girl that she liked to combine black cherry rum and black cherry liqueur with a splash of cherry cola. The red head’s face gave away no hint of interest as she confided that she was not old enough to drink.

“Well, neither am I,” she confessed, smiling her wide, slightly buck toothed smile.

“What? Well then, how…” the red head asked, sliding the change to her.

“Sister’s ID,” she admitted, waiting to see if the red head would take the bait being waggled in front of her.

The red headed girl jumped back down from her step and busied herself with cleaning up. With a shrug, she brushed her knee length brunette hair back, out of her eyes and carried the frothy, cold smoothie to a plastic bench situated at an odd angle with other plastic benches. Sitting down, she saw the highly polished black chrome reflection of herself in a pillar to the left of another store’s shuttered grate.

“Round,” she said, looking at herself.

She had a round face framed by her chestnut brown hair, big round brown eyes under two meticulously shaped eyebrows, a round button of a nose and a button mouth. Her smile revealed her need for an orthodontist’s attention.

Her round head was perched on top of rounded shoulders and slightly pudgy arms. Her breasts were two round globes in her tight tee shirt; she’d not bothered with a bra. The pillar’s reflection did not show the silver dollar sized light brown areolae or hard nipple; she was sure if she stepped closer, she’d be able to see her nipples poking the tee shirt.

Her belly was soft, not fat but soft. Her hips were round; her khaki shorts displayed her round hips and round buttocks very nicely. Her pale white thighs were plump, leading into pudgy calves and carefully pampered feet with light pink toenails displayed by her flip flops.

“Round,” she repeated to her reflection.

Tilting the cup, allowing the pulp of black cherries to slide into her mouth, she nearly missed the sight of the beautiful blonde entering the big box store. Lowering her cup, she watched the beautiful blonde slowly make her way through the store’s few remaining racks, casually flipping through the drastically depleted inventory remaining.

Dropping the cup into a plastic waste barrel, she entered the store. She returned the cashier’s bored greeting with an enthusiastic greeting and wave.

The blonde was easy to follow; her vibrant pink dress really made her stand out. That was what had grabbed her attention; the bright flash of color among the drab, dingy washed out and faded colors all around.

“Everything on the circle racks is twenty percent off,” another bored employee told her as she found the rack of summer dresses.

“Hmm?” she said, finding a very fetching pink dress.

The dress was not as vibrant as the pink dress the blonde was wearing, but it was a very nice pink. She smiled her buck toothed smile; the dress was in her size. Well, the tag said it was her size. She also found a soft yellow dress that also said it was her size.

“Oh! Where, where can I try this on?” she asked the employee; covertly watching as the blonde carried some very cute tops to a curtained entry.

The employee reacted to her warm, enthusiastic demeanor and guided her toward the same curtained entry. Entering, she saw the blonde standing at the end of the room, just looking at herself in the large mirror. The blonde held one of the tops to her front, squinting quizzically.

“No,” she said, stepping into a small cubicle next to the large mirror. “That just is not your color.”

“Yeah but, with the discount? It’s only fourteen bucks,” the blonde said.

“Fourteen bucks on something you’ll never ever ever ever wear? Is fourteen bucks you could have spunt on something else,” she opined, wiggling out of her tee shirt.

“Oh. Shut up,” the blonde giggled, hanging the blouse onto a hook on the post of the fitting room next to the fitting room she was in.

“By the way, I love, love, love that pink dress on you; where’d you get it?” she asked, not sliding her curtain fully closed.

“This? Promise you won’t laugh?” the blonde said, now holding a second blouse to her front. “I, I’m trying this one on; this is cute.”

“Why would I laugh?” she asked, sliding her shorts off, exposing her hairless mound if the blonde should care to look.

“I made it,” the blonde admitted. “My nana had the pattern and we found the material over at Wilson’s Fabrics and…”

“It’s beautiful; very eye catching,” she said, stepping out of the small cubicle.

“Thank you,” the blonde gushed.

“Now, uh. Think you could move? I mean, yeah, you’re beautiful but uh, don’t need be hogging the mirror,” she said, gently pushing the blonde.

The blonde was beautiful. Wait length honey blonde hair, light blue eyes under a light brown eyebrow, slim nose with a dusting of freckles, light pink lips and perfectly straight white teeth.

Her dress was snug enough; she could tell the blonde had nice sized breasts, a slim waist and sweetly rounded buttocks. Her legs, what she could see of them were tanned and sleek. Her feet were jammed into some flat soled leather pumps.

“Yes, I am beautiful, aren’t I?” the blonde agreed, adopting a haughty air.

“Uh huh, whatever,” she said and the two shared a giggle.

“Okay, I’m going try this one on and this one too,” the blonde announced, entering a cubicle.

“Know what? This, I like this,” she decided, looking at her reflection.

“Let me see,” the blonde demanded, poking her blonde head through the curtain.

“See?” she said, turning to give the blonde the full effect.

“Yeah, that, that really is nice on you,” the blonde agreed.

She stepped back into her cubicle, again leaving the curtain half-open. She slid out of the dress and carefully hung it up.

“Now, what you think?” the blonde demanded, stepping out of her own cubicle.

“Mm,” she said, turning from her struggle with the yellow dress.

“Well, finish getting dressed first,” the blonde insisted, coloring slightly as she saw her nude form.

“What? Too late; you’ve already seen it all,” she smiled, looking at the blonde.

The top was a powder blue in color, close to the same color as the blonde’s eyes. The scoop neckline showed off the top of the blonde’s ample chest, and the top of the blonde’s serviceable bra.

“That’s cute, but you can’t wear that bra with it,” she said, indicating her own round breasts.

“Huh,” the blonde agreed, now looking at her reflection.

While the blonde appraised herself, she appraised the blonde’s very pretty panties and sleek legs. The moment the blonde had been facing her, she’d been able to make out a dark shadow in the front. Now, looking at her profile, she saw that the blonde really did possess a very delectable rear end.

“Let’s see,” the blonde said, returning to her own cubicle.

He decided she liked the feel of the yellow dress; it was a clingy material and hugged her naked breasts and her chubby backside. She was not vain enough to ask her blonde friend, ‘does this make my ass look big?’ because she already knew the answer. Yes, it made her big ass look big.

“Okay, now what do you think? Oh! That, that dress looks so good on you,” the blonde demanded, returning to the main hallway of the fitting room.