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Chapter 13. Shopping with the Girls. It was a beautiful sunny morning outside and the cloudless sky was the deepest blue. The sun was warm on my face and I knew it was going to be a hot day. "Listen to me, little girl," Alison commanded as she wheeled me along the sidewalk. "I don't want you embarrassing me in front of my friends today, alright?" I swivelled my head around to stare back up at her in disbelief. Me - embarrass her? She tossed me a brief condescending smile before continuing, "You look like a cute little girl around eight years old, so that's what I'm telling my friends you are. You're my little niece from Sydney who happens to be a bit... I don't know... developmentally delayed, or something." I turned my face to the front, feeling the colour rise in my cheeks. "That would explain why you're wearing nappies. Understand?" I understood alright. She wanted me to pretend I was retarded or something. I scowled at the unpleasant thought as I considered my options. What would be worse? To let everyone know I was a teenage boy dressed like a big baby girl? Or pretend to be the little girl I was dressed as - just a little slow. I tried to tug my frilly dress hem down over my exposed panties, but the tight pink webbing straps frustrated my efforts. I sucked in my tummy and pressed my body back into the low-slung canvas seat, and managed to wriggle the white lace-edged hemline down over my bulging nappies. My flounced frock wasn't long enough to cover my gingham crotch while lying back in this position however, despite my best efforts. "Are you listening to me, Candy?" Alison demanded. She gave the stroller a shake by the handgrips and I turned to glance back over my shoulder at her again. The pink webbing restraints made such movements difficult. "You're an eight-year-old girl named Candy, and you're a bit 'special.' You know?" I nodded that I understood, my cheeks red with shame, and turned back to the front. Her only comment was, "Good girl." We turned right at the first intersection and from the number of cars driving past, I knew this had to be the main street. There was a shopping mall in the middle of the next block with dozens of people wandering in and out. Three teenage girls were strolling along the footpath towards us and I squirmed in fear. They looked about Brenda's age, and they were laden with bags of shopping and talking animatedly amongst themselves. When they were about ten metres away all conversation ceased, and I could feel their eyes come to bear on me in the stroller. I defensively cupped my hands over my padded crotch in a futile attempt to conceal my nappies. "Hi Alison," one of them called, and the other two echoed her greeting in more subdued tones. "Hello girls," Alison responded, giving them a warm smile. The girls slowed to a stop and surrounded me, forcing Alison to bring my stroller to a halt. "Who's this, Alison?" One of the girls asked. The cute blonde crouched down until her pretty face was level with mine, and I tried to look innocent as I shyly met her inquiring gaze. "This is Candy, my niece from Sydney, Trish," Alison replied from behind me, the lie slipping easily from her tongue. I couldn't see the tired smile she gave them, but I heard the tone of long-suffering in her voice. "She's come to stay with us for the holidays, to give her Mummy a bit of a break." One of the standing teenagers leaned closer to Alison to loudly whisper, "Is she wearing a nappy? How old is she?" I couldn't stop the blood rushing to my cheeks and I stared down at my pretty pink fingernails in shame. Alison nodded, her smile turning sad. "Yes she is, Carol. My little Candy is eight years old, but she's a bit 'special.' You know?" "Oh. Oh!" The tallest girl cried in sudden understanding. Carol's eyes darted from my bulging baby panties to my crimson face, and then she turned to Alison with a sorrowful expression. "Gosh, Alison! You poor thing!" She sympathised. The crouching blonde sadly shook her head at the harsh vagaries of life. "What a shame! She's so pretty, too. Aren't you, sweetheart?" Trish softly crooned to me, giving my hot red cheek a gentle tweak. I didn't bother replying, and Alison gave the stroller a gentle push. "We really have to get going, girls. I'm supposed to be meeting my friends at the coffee shop," she informed them. The crouching blonde immediately stood and moved aside. "Okay Alison. We've got to get going, anyhow. Tell Brenda we might pop over one day next week and help her with the babysitting, if she'd like? Okay?" The cute blonde asked my cousin. Trish turned back to me with a wide smile. "Bye-bye Candy," she bade me, giving me a little farewell wave. The other girls stepped around us and Alison wheeled me forward. "Sure thing, Trish," my babysitter replied. Alison leaned forward over the back of my stroller so she could see my face when she asked, "Doesn't that sound like fun, little girl? I didn't bother responding and she laughed at my surly expression. I grew more nervous as she wheeled me closer to the busy shopping mall. The shops we passed were filled with Christmas decorations, with glittering tinsel hung from every possible spot. Every window had been sprayed with 'Santa snow,' so out of place in the hot Australian summer. There were hardly any males in sight. Almost all the shoppers were women or teenage girls. I began to gnaw on my thumbnail and tasted the pink polish painted there. Trying not to chip the varnish, I sucked on the tip of my thumb instead. I didn't realise I was sucking on my digit like it was a replacement pacifier nipple. Without thinking my thumb slipped all the way inside my mouth, and I unconsciously began sucking it like an anxious toddler. Several women walked past us and all turned their faces to look at the odd tableau we made. Some looked confused by my appearance and the fact that I was buckled into a kiddie push-chair. Most passers-by merely smiled at my beautiful babysitter gripping the handles, before glancing momentarily at the oversized baby girl in the pink stroller. I think we were past them before they had a chance to react to the picture of infantile innocence I made. I was glad I couldn't see the expressions on their faces when they turned to stare back at us, as I felt certain some were doing. I actually felt relieved when Alison wheeled me deeper into the crowd and steered my stroller through some automatic doors framed in red and green tinsel. It was so crowded inside, only the people right next to us had any chance of seeing my embarrassing predicament. The expressions on most women's faces ranged from bemused to confused to sympathetic. Most struggled not to stare and kept their faces averted. I started to relax. Maybe Alison's plan wasn't such a bad one after all. A few metres inside the door she steered me to the right. She wheeled me up a short ramp and into a huge coffee shop. Most of the tables were occupied by groups of noisily chatting women. Alison paused near the cash register and looked around. I saw a tall tanned blonde stand up and wave to us. She was gorgeous! She was dressed in a similar fashion to Alison, in a mid-thigh blue denim skirt and a baby-blue t-shirt with three-quarter length sleeves. "Yoo- hoo! Allie!" She called. "We're over here." Alison waved in reply and steered me past the crowded tables to the sunlit outside section. I kept looking straight ahead, trying to ignore the many inquisitive glances tossed in our direction. For a moment I blinked blindly in the bright sunlight, then my vision cleared. Three of Alison's friends were waiting at a table near the front balcony overlooking the street. Alison wheeled my stroller over to a corner between a seated redhead and a smiling brunette. "Here she is," the tall blonde crooned, smiling at my cousin and stepping around from the other side of the table to greet us. She placed her hands on her bare knees and crouched down in front of my stroller. "And this must be little Candy." "Yes Jill, this is my little niece from Sydney," Alison confirmed with a wry smile. I had no idea that Alison's friends already knew all about me. They knew her male teenage cousin was coming to stay for the holidays, and Alison had already phoned them with the details of my humiliating infantile punishment. I was blissfully unaware that they all knew I was a teenage boy dressed and diapered like a helpless baby girl. "Gosh Allie! You didn't tell me she was so beautiful," Jill complained in a sly teasing tone. Although she didn't appear to be wearing any make-up, her sun-bronzed skin made her blue eyes shine like brilliant spotlights. She reached out and grabbed my wrist, plucking my thumb from my mouth. "Don't suck your thumb, darling," she chided me. I quivered in shame in my stroller. I hadn't realised I'd been sucking my thumb like a big baby. The slender blonde had to laugh at the shiny stream of drool trailing from my spittle-wet lips to my dripping thumb. "Oh my God! What a dribble-puss." The other girls laughed and my pink cheeks tuned red in shame. Alison stepped around beside my stroller to stare down at me in contempt. "Oh Candy! You've dribbled all over your pretty little frock. Silly girl!" She stepped behind me again and I heard her scrabbling in the change bag under my seat. "How old is she, Allie?" Jill stepped out of the way as Alison moved to the front with one of my frilly bibs in her hand. Alison replied, "She's eight years old, Jill. But our little girl is a little bit 'special,' you know?" "Uh-huh," Jill responded in a slightly sardonic tone. I looked up in alarm but her bland expression was completely without guile. I noticed the beautiful blonde was almost as tall as my raven-haired cousin. In her thick-soled blue sneakers, Jill stood almost six feet tall. "Here darling," my cousin cooed in a syrupy sympathetic tone. "Let Aunty Alison get that for you." She carefully wiped my chin with the absorbent terry bib and then reached behind my neck. I watched her huge bosoms surge forward, bulging over the scooped neckline of her cherry-red top mere inches from my nose. "Tilt your head forward for a moment," she ordered. Despite the fantastic view, I frowned in annoyance when she clipped the frilly bib behind my neck and then smoothed it over the front of my gingham frock. "There, that's better." She snatched my hand and used my bib to wipe off the ring of pink lipstick from around the base of my wrinkled thumb. "Silly baby," she scolded me. "You've made a mess of your pretty lipstick, too." Jill read aloud the humiliating message embroidered on my bibbie. "Ha! 'Mummy's Little Nappy Wetter,' eh?" All the girls laughed and my cheeks grew hot again. "We've already ordered coffee, Allie," the skinny redhead chimed in. Her hair was the colour of burnished copper, her pretty face slender and pale. Her big brown eyes moved from my face to Alison's. "Do you want anything to drink? You better order right away." "I've already had my morning coffee thanks Kitty," Alison replied. "But I wouldn't mind a coke." The buxom brunette jumped to her feet, her tight curls bouncing off her shoulders. Her stone-washed denim skirt looked a little threadbare and despite her baggy white t-shirt, you could tell she was just as busty as my cousin Brenda. I realised I was staring at her massive mammaries and guiltily lowered my gaze, "I'll order it. You sit down Allie," Kitty suggested. She was half a head shorter than the tall blonde and compared to the others, a little plump. She stepped past me in the stroller and then paused and whirled around. "What about the... I mean, does Candy want anything?" I thought about the baby bottle in my diaper bag and cringed at the potential embarrassment. I looked at Alison with wide hopeful eyes and whispered in my best little-girl voice, "Coke please Aunty Alison?" The cute redhead laughed when I fluttered my long black lashes at Alison in feminine entreaty. Alison sat down on the opposite side of the table so she could keep an eye on me. She frowned as she considered my request, then nodded. "Okay. Yes Annette, Candy can have a coke too. But it has to be in a cup with a lid, with a straw. You know?" "Got it," Annette replied, and the busty brunette dashed off to place our order. Jill sat down next to Alison and they buried their heads together and started chatting, speaking too quietly for me to hear what they were saying. The pretty redhead turned sideways in her seat so she was facing me, regarding me speculatively with her big brown eyes. Kitty was wearing a mustard-coloured denim skirt that left most of her slender pale thighs exposed when she crossed her legs. I caught a quick glimpse of her pretty pink nylon panties before she demurely pressed her thighs together and smoothed down her skirt. Up top she wore a white rayon blouse with a high round collar. It had a frilly ruffle of chiffon falling from the neckline, mostly concealing her modest bosom. She wore strappy tan sandals with a chunky two-inch heel, and I could see her coral-pink toenails peeking out from under the vamp. Kitty leaned forward and boldly patted the bulging crotch of my pink gingham panties. I noticed her fingernails were painted the same coral- pink shade as her toes. I tried to cover my exposed panties with my hands, but she merely brushed them aside. "What's this, Candy?" Kitty inquired, pressing her fingertips against my damp nappy front for emphasis. "Are you wearing a nappy?" She slipped one finger inside the exposed leg elastic of my baby panties, then let it snap back against my tender inner thigh. I couldn't meet her inquisitive gaze and turned to look pleadingly to my cousin. She interrupted her conversation with Jill to respond. "My little Candy has a bit of trouble keeping her pants dry sometimes," Alison loudly informed everyone. "Mum decided a couple of weeks in nappies would teach her a valuable lesson." Kitty poked out her generous bottom lip and made a sorrowful face. "Awww! Poor wittle girl," she cooed sympathetically. She gave my blushing red cheek a gentle stroke with her lily-white fingers. Her hand felt so cool compared to my hot red face. "Gosh, that must be so embarrassing," Jill commented. The statuesque blonde didn't sound at all sympathetic, and I wriggled in discomfort in the canvas seat of my stroller. Annette returned and plonked down in her seat and asked, "What must be so embarrassing?" "Being a big girl and having to wear nappies like a baby," Kitty replied, crisply patting my bulging crotch for emphasis. If you couldn't tell by looking at me, the sound of her cupped fingers striking the tautly- stretched plastic panties underneath left no doubt that I was diapered like a big baby. I cringed in shame in my stroller, plucking ineffectually at the lacy bottom edge of my humiliating bibbie. "Oh," replied Annette, nodding in understanding. Her dark curls bounced and bobbed about her face every time her head moved. She glanced past me and smiled in anticipation. "Here comes our drinks." A waitress in her early twenties dressed in a black skirt and a white button-front blouse stepped over beside our table. "Hello girls. Who ordered the coffees?" When the girls had their drinks in front of them, the smiling waitress moved closer to my stroller and crouched down beside me. "This one must be for you, honey," she cooed, holding out a huge disposable cup with a lid and a red straw poking out the top. "It's a good thing you've already got your bib on. Isn't it, sweetie?" She sang, smoothing the frilly bib out over my breast for me. I knew she was reading the embarrassing message embroidered there, and she shook her head slightly in disbelief as she stood up. I nodded, too embarrassed to reply, and thrust the red straw between my messy pink lips. I kept my head down and sucked hard, swallowing a mouthful of icy-cold coke and relishing the sweet taste. "My, my! She's a shy little one, isn't she?" The grinning waitress turned to face the table and pulled out her order book. "She's a very shy little girl sometimes," Alison agreed, before ordering me; "Say thank you to the nice waitress, Candy." "Fank you," I mumbled around the streaming straw in my mouth, accidentally dribbling some soda down my chin. Bubbling brown liquid dripped onto my bibbie, making the girls chortle in derision. "She really needs that bibbie, doesn't she?" Jill insisted, and the others laughed again. The waitress joined in their laughter as she left the bill on a saucer in the middle of the table. "Pay at the cash register on the way out," she parroted, and after a last lingering look at my blushing red face, she returned to work. The girls ignored me for the moment and chatted amongst themselves. In fifteen minutes I heard them gossip about most of their girlfriends and all of their boyfriends I sat in my stroller quietly slurping on my drink until it was empty, then gave a satisfied belch. Fortunately the girls were too busy sorting out the bill to hear me. Alison drained the last of her glass of coke and stood up. "Come on girls. We'd better get going. I have to get the baby - I mean Candy home by one pm for her afternoon nap." She walked around beside me and took the empty container from my hands, dumping it on the table. "She takes naps too?" Annette questioned in a tone of disbelief. Jill and Kitty tittered, and my cheeks grew warmer when Alison nodded. "Yes, our little Candy needs all the beauty sleep she can get." Alison turned the stroller around and I saw that most of the women in the coffee shop had their faces turned in our direction. The attractive teenage girls surrounded me, and they appeared to revel in the attention I was attracting. Kitty begged, "Let me push the stroller, Allie?" "Sure thing," my cousin readily agreed, stepping out of the way. Kitty took her place behind me and grabbed the white rubber handgrips. She gave a grunt of effort as she got me moving, but as soon as the white rubber wheels started turning, the stroller rolled along quite easily. The other girls straightened their dresses and primped their hair, then collected their handbags and followed in our wake. I kept my face down, trying to avoid the many eyes staring at me, and realised I was still wearing my grubby bib. I grabbed the lace-trimmed bottom and clutched it to my chin like a shy toddler, hoping no one had time to read the humiliating embroidered message. I sighed with relief as we left the coffee shop. With a posse of beautiful teenage girls surrounding me, I hoped most people wouldn't notice the overgrown baby girl strapped in the stroller. "This way, little girl," Kitty sang. She turned me to the right and steered me deeper inside the mall. Christmas carols were playing over the loudspeakers, and I could see huge ornaments dangling on wires from the ceiling two floors above. "First stop - the free make-up shop." Kitty wheeled me past a half-dozen shops. It was hard to see the display windows through the dense crowd. I could barely hear the voices of Alison and her friends chatting a few feet behind us. Kitty steered me to the right, carefully winding her way through the crowd using the footrest of my stroller as a battering ram. "Excuse me, excuse me. Sorry!" She cried when she struck an elderly gent in the back of the calves. He turned and gave her a furious look, then glanced down at me in the stroller. I watched his expression change from anger to incredulity, then he had to turn back to the front before he stumbled and fell in the melee. The slender redhead pushed me into a large, brightly- lit chain pharmacy. Like every other shop, it was festooned with Christmas decorations. Plastic blow-up Santas and snowmen dangled from the ceiling. A girl behind the front counter wearing way too much make-up gave us a friendly smile as Kitty wheeled me past. The girls all seemed to know where they were going, heading straight for the aisle with the make-up. Kitty released the handgrips and my stroller rolled to a halt beside a display of Revlon products. I heard Jill comment when she walked past, "You're so lucky! Your Mum let's you wear make-up whenever you want, Allie." "I'm seventeen - almost eighteen. I've been wearing make-up for years," Alison boasted. "Yeah, well I'm seventeen too," the gorgeous blonde replied in a tart voice. "My Mum still only let's me wear make-up on special occasions." "Yes, but let's face it," Alison rejoined. "Your Mum is so strict, she'd make you wear a nun's habit if she could." Kitty was staring into a tiny mirror mounted at her head height on the display unit, painting her lips with a glossy bronze tester lipstick. She paused to turn to look at her friends and laugh. "She'd make you wear one of those Muslim things if she could, Jilly. You know, those robes that cover your whole body and head. What are they called?" "A burka. Shut up, Kitty. That's only because you're the prettiest girl in school," Alison assured her miffed blonde friend in a soothing voice. "You're so gorgeous, you don't really need any make-up." Despite her annoyance, Jill smiled at the comforting words. She was stunningly beautiful when she smiled. She reached past Kitty and grabbed a tester tube of black mascara from the display shelf. She unscrewed the cap, pulled out the spiky wand, and moved to another tiny mirror a few feet away. "Thanks, but you know you're much prettier than me," Jill told Alison with a stunning lack of self-esteem. I thought they were both beautiful, but in completely different ways. They were both tall and slender, with well-developed busts, narrow waists and slim hips. Where Alison had silky raven locks down to her shoulder blades, Jill had short honey-blonde hair that bounced off her shoulders. Their faces were different, too. Alison's face had a more angular beauty, where Jill had a classic heart-shaped face. Beautiful, but completely different. Alison stood there watching her friends with a small indulgent smile on her luscious red lips as they raided the testers in the various make-up displays. A few minutes later she cast a nervous glance in the direction of the chemist in the white coat, perched on his raised platform behind the high counter at the back. He was staring pointedly in our direction. "Come on girls, get moving!" Alison quietly insisted. "He's about to come over and demand that you buy something again. Remember what happened last time?" "Just about done," replied Kitty through wide-stretched lips. From watching the girls, it seemed it was impossible to brush mascara on your eyelashes without opening your mouth wide first. She looked gorgeous with her lips painted bronze and bronze shadow on her eyelids. The metallic shade really set off her copper-coloured hair. Brunette Annette had already been wearing mascara and eyeliner, but her generous mouth glistened with a fresh coat of rich red lipstick and her cheeks were rosy with rouge. She smacked her luscious lips together, smiling in satisfaction, and they looked so kissable! She was carrying another tube of lipstick in her hand as she bounced over to Alison. "Candy needs to freshen-up her lippy too," Annette suggested. "This is a fabulous pink. Look, Allie." She popped the cap and screwed the base until a slender stick of fuchsia-pink gloss popped out. "Very pretty," Alison agreed with a wolfish smile for me. Annette squatted down in front of my stroller and her faded denim skirt slid high up her thighs, giving me a quick flash between her legs. I caught a fleeting glimpse of the gusset of her white cotton panties before she instinctively clamped her knees together. She leaned closer to me and collected the end of my bib in one hand. "Here baby," she cooed to me, flicking her dark brown curls out of her face. "We have to get off the rest of your old lippy first. You've smeared it all over the place." I realised I must look like a complete fool to these beautiful young women and cringed in shame. "Let me get that for you." Annette spat on my bib, making a wet patch, and then scrubbed around my messy lips with the moist spot like a concerned mother. Even as I shuddered in embarrassment, I was touched by the sweetly maternal gesture. She stopped scrubbing and asked Alison, "Did you use a base coat on her?" Alison nodded and Annette grunted in understanding. "Oh, okay. That's why all the colour won't come off." When she was satisfied my mouth was clean, Annette reached between my legs and unclipped the nylon straps binding me in place. She grabbed my hands and helped me to clumsily stand. "Come on Candy. Come over to the mirror and you can try this shade of lipstick. I think it'll look gorgeous on you," she confidently predicted. She held my hand and dragged me waddling down the aisle. We had to search for a mirror set low enough for me to see my face. There was one at the end of the aisle near the entrance to the drugstore, near a rack of kid's sunglasses. My hands were shaking when Annette handed me the fat black tube. "Go on, honey," she ordered in a friendly tone. "Give those pretty lips a fresh coat of lippy." The girls gathered around me as I screwed out the bright pink lipstick to what I thought was the right length. I stretched my lips slightly and opened my mouth, trying to copy Alison's movements from in front of the bathroom mirror this morning. I knew my hand was shaking, and I was extra-careful as I painted a layer of rich moist lipstick over my stained pink lips. I smacked and rolled them wetly together, touched up a spot I'd missed, and then smiled and pouted at my reflection. The girls laughed and clapped their hands in approval. I didn't notice the quick knowing glances they cast each other. Alison's gossip had been confirmed. Obviously I'd put make-up on my face before, and now they all knew. I had no idea. "Well done, Candy," Annette praised me, making me beam in pleasure. "You look very pretty, darling." "Great colour," Jill agreed. "Here, give me a go." She snatched the lipstick from my hands, pushed me aside and crouched down to peer into the mirror. It took her seconds to coat her generous mouth in a rich coat of bright fuchsia lipstick, and she smacked her lips together and smiled in satisfaction. I had to admit - the colour looked fabulous on her beautiful plump lips. The girls had been pretty before - now they looked stunning! I wasn't disappointed when Kitty wheeled my stroller over. It was difficult walking far in these bulky nappies, especially now they were a little damp. A grumpy voice behind us made us all spin around. "Do you girls intend buying anything?" The white-coated pharmacist was standing a few feet behind us, his arms folded across his chest and a sour expression on his face. I was surprised when Annette replied, "Yes please. We'd like a new tube of..." she examined the base and read off the label. "Maybelline lipstick number 427, Fantastic Fuchsia." She handed him the tube of lipstick and he looked surprised. "Oh! Okay. Good. I'll get one of the girls to bring a new tube to the front counter. Alright?" "Thank you," Annette replied with a cheeky smile. She popped me back in the stroller and buckled me in. When she realised the other girls were staring at her, she protested. "What? It's my treat. It's on special - only ten bucks, and you have to admit - that colour looks amazing on her." We headed for the front counter. "Hey look," Jill cried, drawing everyone's attention. She was pointing at a display of disposable diapers at the end of the adjacent aisle. There was a pile of puffy packages that almost reached the ceiling. She glanced at me and I thought I caught a malicious glint in her wide blue eyes. "Disposable nappies. Wouldn't they be more convenient for your big baby?" "Those wouldn't be big enough," Alison scoffed as Annette wheeled me past. "Look. The largest size is for babies up to 18 kilos. Candy must be... what? Thirty-five kilos, at least." I was almost forty kilos last time I weighed myself, but didn't think it wise to comment. "They have disposable diapers big enough to fit her at the shop next to my beauty salon," Kitty commented. "Really?" Alison questioned her in disbelief. Kitty nodded. "Yes, they've got diapers and pull-ups big enough to fit twelve-year-olds now." Jill laughed in derision. "They've had disposable diapers big enough to fit adults for years, you ninnies! What do you think old people wear in nursing homes?" We arrived at the front counter and a young girl raced over with a black tube of lipstick. She handed it to the heavily-made up teenager manning the till, and Annette paid for my new lippy. She popped it her purse with a smile for me. "I'll look after this until we get you home," she promised. In moments we had joined the throng on the concourse as we headed for our next destination. The girls seemed to have their morning planned, although I had no idea where we were going. "We need to take the lift," Annette informed her friends, wheeling me in the appropriate direction. "There's no way I'm pushing this stroller up the escalators to the second floor." "Fair enough," Alison replied. She and the others followed us over to the elevators. There was a small crowd of women gathered around the doors. The bell pinged and the doors opened as we arrived, and Annette pushed my stroller inside the lift and turned me to face the front. The girls crowded in around us, and I looked around me in trepidation as the doors closed. There were at least half a dozen women in the lift behind me, and I could feel them peering around the bodies of my beautiful entourage to stare down at me. No one spoke the whole time it took to travel up two floors. When the doors slid open, Annette briskly wheeled me out of the way so the other passengers could disembark. She led the way down a marble walkway past a bunch of expensive-looking shops. The next thing I knew she was wheeling me inside 'Bras and Things' - a fashionable lingerie shop festooned with gorgeous sexy underwear. "Here we are," Annette cried in victory, releasing the stroller handgrips and letting me glide to a halt. She started pawing through a rack of lace-lavished see-through shortie nighties in a variety of lurid shades - mostly crimson, purple and black. The other girls rushed past me. "I need some new pants," Jill cried, heading for a rack of sexy satin panties. Kitty asked Alison, "How much did your mum tell you that you could spend?" "She paid a hundred bucks off my credit card and told me I could buy some new bras and pants, but I have to give them to her to wrap up for Christmas day." "That is so stupid, making you wait like that," Annette tossed over her shoulder, before resuming her search for the perfect sexy nightgown. I gazed around in wonder at the display of feminine finery surrounding me. There was lace and satin and shimmering nylon everywhere I looked. I felt fresh stirrings of life inside my warm wet nappy as my sensitive clittie began to thicken and grow. "Au contraire. I think it's sweet," Jill responded. "At least Allie gets something she really wants - and likes. Even if she has to wait a couple of weeks before she can wear it for Jack!" Alison tossed an anxious glance in my direction. "Shut up, Jill!" Jill looked apologetic. "Sorry." She held up a pretty white bra on a tiny plastic hanger and bit her luscious pink bottom lip endearingly. She gazed at Allie from below seductively lowered eyelids, batting her long black lashes and peering through the delicate lingerie at her friend. The bra was made from transparent white lace, with a tiny matching g-string panty dangling below. They were completely sheer. "I'll bet Jack would like these?" Alison snatched the hanger from her friend's hand. "Don't be a bitch, bitch," she snarled, but she was laughing as she said it. Jill laughed too, and they turned and headed further into the store. For a few minutes I thought they'd forgotten all about me. All I could hear were excited shrieks and exclamations of joy and wonder coming from various corners of the boutique. I was pleased when Kitty came dancing out to the front of the store and stepped behind the handles of my stroller. She wheeled me deeper into the boutique past racks of panties and bras, and I saw a cash register mounted on a counter near the back wall. Beside the register was the doorway leading to the fitting rooms. Kitty left my stroller parked beside the counter facing the open doorway. She picked up a handful of lacy bras on clear plastic hangers and scampered into the narrow corridor. It had a full-length mirror mounted at the far end, and was lined with pink-painted louvred swing doors facing each other. From the sounds of their voices, all the girls were trying on new underwear. My clittie began to stiffen even more, and I hoped no one noticed when I rearranged the front of my humid nappy to conceal my tenting hard-on. "I love these!" Alison cried from inside one of the change booths. My eyebrows climbed my forehead when she threw open the swing doors and stepped barefoot into the hallway. My raven-haired cousin had changed into the sheer white panty and bra set her girlfriend had picked out. She was so slender, her big bosoms made her look a little top-heavy. Not that I minded, of course. She had silky olive skin and her tanned legs were long and shapely, even in bare feet. Careless of my watching eyes, she stood on tip-toes and peered over the louvre doors into the change room opposite, crying, "Look, Jill." Alison wore her own panties underneath - a miniscule lace-edged red g-string with a glistening red satin panel cupping her puffy pudenda. The tiny white panties she wore over the top were so sheer, you could see everything right through them. She might as well have been wearing nothing at all. I watched as she reached back and adjusted the back strap of the pretty lace brassiere, then she slipped her hand inside each transparent cup in turn and rearranged her massive bosoms to sit more comfortably. Her dark- brown nipples poked out through the sheer material, irritated to full size by the delicate lace rubbing against them. I don't know why, but my mouth suddenly filled with saliva and I had to swallow a few times. Alison stepped back as the pink doors swung open and Jill stepped out. Her skin was golden brown from weeks in the sun, and she looked gorgeous! The long-legged blonde was wearing a full-cut pair of black satin panties that hugged her slender bottom like a desperate fan. Her waistline was tiny, her belly tanned and flat, and she wore a matching black satin Wonderbra that pushed her C-cup breasts up and out like tits on a tray. I could see the price tags sticking out the sides of her glamorous new underwear. "That set looks fantastic on you," Jill assured Alison, but then she turned up her pert little nose. "But white? Isn't that a bit - you know - virginal?" "It goes fabulously with my complexion, I'll have you know," Alison tartly rejoined. She was right. The white mesh lace really accentuated her beautiful olive skin. "That push-up bra looks great on you," she complimented Jill, who smiled gratefully in return. Alison turned to face the huge wall-mounted mirror at the end of the short passageway and admire her reflection. The delicate white g-string panties were completely transparent at the back. There was an inch-wide strip of scalloped white lace all the way down to the cotton-lined gusset. Her red g-string was visible underneath, like a piece of slender dental floss that disappeared in the crease between her beautiful buttocks. Her bare bumcheeks were like two pink grapefruit halves, and I admired the way they jiggled each side of the sheer material when she shifted her weight from foot to bare foot. Jill joined her, preening for the mirror and checking her appearance from every angle. She put her hands under her bra cups and pushed her titties up even more, till they almost exploded out of the top of her low-cut brassiere. Her waist was as tiny as Alison's but her bum was bigger - like a tasty ripe peach. More saliva gushed into my mouth. I licked my lips hungrily, leaving them glistening wet. Her gorgeous bum seemed to fill the snug black satin panties perfectly, and I watched in admiration as Jill twisted and turned around. She bent over, poking her curvaceous rear out at the mirror and staring over her shoulder at her reflection. The push-up bra almost let her titties spill free of their satin confines, and I watched carefully in case that might happen during her contortions. Annette poked her head over the doors of the change room next to Alison's and cried, "You guys look gorgeous!" My stiff clittie certainly agreed, throbbing with desire at the erotic vision before my eyes. Jill nodded and replied, "I think I might lay-by these so Mum can buy them for me." She ran her palms over her big round bottom in a strangely sensuous gesture. "I love the feel of satin panties." I only realised I was drooling when a warm stream of spittle dribbled down my chin. Thank goodness I was wearing my bibbie! "I'm definitely buying these," Alison added. Even though I couldn't see her face, I could hear the happy smile in her voice. She added more quietly, "You're right, Jill. Jack's gonna love 'em!" She and Jill laughed, and Annette joined in. Alison turned to face her brunette friend and ask, "How's that bra look on you, Annette?" "Come out here and show us," commanded Jill. I clutched the front of my gingham panties, pressing the warm wet nappy harder against my pounding tool, ignoring the stream of drool dripping from my chin onto my lace- edged bibbie. Annette cast me a quick nervous glance before she slowly stepped out through the pink-painted doors. She was still wearing her worn blue denim skirt, but she had tossed aside her baggy t-shirt to try on a new bra. It was made from white cotton and looked very plain, and the cups were huge! Her bust looked even bigger than Brenda's! When she saw the sceptical looks on the other girls' faces, Annette's shoulders drooped. "I know," she muttered dispiritedly. "When you've got tits this big, every bra you try on looks like a maternity bra. It really sucks." "Oh, I don't know," Alison carefully replied, struggling to keep her tone neutral. "It looks okay." Jill turned around and cupped her smaller friend's huge bosom with her palms. She bounced the huge fleshy mounds in her hands, demanding, "How long have you been breastfeeding, Annie?" Alison smacked her friend on the shoulder with her fingers. "Stop it, Jill." "Don't be so mean!" Annette's face went bright red. She whirled around and dashed back into the change room. Jill stuck her head over the pink louvre doors. "I'm sorry, Annie. You know I was only teasing. At least you've got a great set of tits. " She poked out her bottom lip like a sulky child as she gazed down and examined her own smaller, but more-than-adequate bosom. Kitty stepped out of the booth opposite and brusquely pushed the tall blonde out of the way. Her skin was so white it was almost translucent. "Don't worry, Annie. I'm sure they've got something a bit sexier in your size. I'll go ask the assistant for you." The beautiful redhead didn't seem to care that she was only wearing a bra and panties. I think she wore the full-bottomed pink nylon panties into the store. I thought I recognised them from the quick flash she gave me in the coffee shop. The tight knickers pouched her feminine mound in front so snugly, you could make out the little curls of her matted pubic bush. I wondered if her muff was the same colour as the hair on her head? The green lace bra looked brand-new and had a price tag hanging from the side strap under her arm. From the looks of things, Kitty was a modest B-cup. When she turned and walked towards me, I could see her pale pink nipples beneath the sheer green material. They stood out prominently against her milky- white skin, stiffly erect like little pink soldiers. I moved my hands away from my bulging crotch as she approached, trying to look innocent. She ignored me and danced past my stroller, and called out for one of the shop staff to ask for assistance. When I glanced back towards the change rooms, the gorgeous girls had vanished into the booths once more. I discretely pressed my hands over my stiff clittie again and gave the front of my panties a little rub. The cotton gingham panties slid easily over the slippery plastic panties underneath and I revelled in the naughty erotic sensations for a few minutes. I was startled when the manageress strode past me towards the change rooms. I carefully moved my hands away from my crotch, hoping she hadn't noticed what I'd been doing. The plump blonde was holding a huge black lace bra in one hand and Kitty followed in her wake. "How's it going, girls? Need any help?" The manageress called down the short passageway. "We're fine thanks," I heard Alison reply from inside her booth. I admired Kitty's plump little bottom as she strode back into her change room with a fresh handful of brightly-coloured underwear. "Who wanted to try on the 38 F-cup bra?" the woman asked. She had short cropped blonde hair and looked in her mid-forties, and was dressed in a knee-length black skirt and a crisply-ironed white blouse. A pair of sensible court shoes with a 3-inch heel and sheer black stockings completed her outfit. Annette poked her curl-covered head over the pink louvre doors and held out her hand. "Me!" The woman passed her the enormous black bra and stepped to the next set of swing doors. "How are you going, dear?" In response Jill stepped out through the doors. The statuesque blonde had changed from her black undies into a lacy red bra and full-cut panty set. Like the white underwear Alison had been wearing, the bra and panties were completely transparent. Her breasts didn't look as big and they weren't as prominently displayed in the red bra. I could see Jill was wearing a tiny black g-string under the sexy red lace knickers. Jill cupped her C-cup breasts in her hands and wistfully pushed them up and together. She asked in a longing voice, "Do you have this in a push- up bra?" The older woman reached out and grabbed the sides of Jill's bra, twisting it around till it sat properly on the beautiful blonde's bosom. "No honey. They don't make push-up bras in lace. There wouldn't be any way of hiding the padding." "Huh," Jill replied a trifle sadly. She slid her fingers inside the elastic leg bands at the rear of her sexy red panties and rearranged them so they covered her plump bottom properly. "What a pity. I love the pants, but I really prefer a bra with some... support. You know?" "I think I have a Wonderbra in that colour. Let me go and check." When she walked out of the passageway, the manageress seemed to notice me for the first time. "Oh!" She exclaimed, her neatly plucked eyebrows heading towards her hairline. "Hello little girl. Who do you belong to?" I felt my cheeks flush pink when I pointed towards Jill and the others with a shaky finger. The beautiful blonde said, "She's with us." I knew the woman was reading the humiliating message on my bib, because her eyes then dropped to my bulging gingham panties. Almost by reflex she crouched forward, poked out her hand, and prodded the front of my warm wet nappy with her fingertips. She gasped when she realised I was heavily diapered under my pretty pink gingham panties. I wondered if she could tell I was wet, too. My face burned with shame as she stood and moved behind me, continuing her search for a red push-up bra for Jill. "Oh that's better," Annette cried in delight, before bursting through the pink louvre doors. The bouncing brunette had stripped off the frumpy white bra and tried on the black lace one. It had underwire supports below the lacy cups, and kept her huge bosom proudly upthrust. When she turned slightly towards me, I could see her magnificent mammaries were pushed together by the well-constructed bra, giving her a deep entrancing cleavage. Her succulent nipples poked through the fine lace, and they were dark brown and stiffly erect. Each one looked the size of the end joint of my little finger, and I watched in awe as they stiffened and grew even longer. "I love this bra. It's so sexy!" Alison stepped out of her dressing room to admire her buxom brunette friend. My olive-skinned cousin had changed into a red satin bra with matching panties, and when she turned to face me, I noticed the pretty lace panels over the front of each hip. They were so snug, I could see the outline of her tiny g-string underneath. She reached out and gave one of Annette's stiff nipples a quick pinch with the tips of her long red nails. "Ooo!" Annette cried in alarm as she stepped back. She defensively covered her breasts with her hands, mashing them up against her plump body. Alison laughed and looked apologetic, then pulled her friend's hands away from her bust. "That bra looks great on you, Annie. But I think you'll have to wear a thick blouse over it. Otherwise everyone will see your nipples sticking out." "Hey everyone! Annie's stuck on high beam!" Jill teased the poor over- endowed girl. Annette shyly covered her erect nipples with her fingers again, frowning resentfully at the tall blonde. Jill giggled and commented, "Seriously, Annie, that's a great bra for you. Sexy as hell." The manageress walked past me and held out another red bra with stiffly padded satin cups. "34-C, right?" Jill nodded. "Try this one," she advised. The tall blonde accepted the bra and turned and disappeared back into the change room. The older blonde turned to Annette. "That looks very pretty on you, dear," she commented. "I don't like the way it makes my nipples poke out," complained Annette, tweaking her stiff brown caps for emphasis and then covering the erect buds with her palms. "Don't worry," the manageress reassured her, brushing Annette's hands aside. She inserted her index finger inside one of the bra cups and rubbed the lace between thumb and forefinger. "This is French lace, and very soft. Your nipples are usually extra-sensitive for the first few minutes. Don't worry. After a while, they'll go down to normal size." "Oh. Okay," replied Annette, before turning to check her reflection in the full-length mirror again. Alison stepped aside to give her room. "Did you want to try on the pants that match that bra?" The saleswoman asked. "What size are you?" "Twelve," Annette quickly replied. The saleswoman looked down at the girl's broad hips with disbelieving eyes. Annette blushed pinkly under her close scrutiny. "Sometimes I'm a fourteen," Annette confessed in a quiet voice. "It depends on what brand I'm-" "I'll get you a pair of size fourteen pants," the older woman interrupted her. Annette ducked her head and backed into the change room. The saleswoman whirled around and stepped towards me, then froze in place at the foot of my stroller staring down at me. "My goodness!" She exclaimed loud enough for all the girls to hear. "Your little girl is drooling all over the place. It's a good thing she's wearing a bib." I snatched one hand from my panty crotch and belatedly wiped my chin. My fingers came away wet with drool and I felt the colour rise in my cheeks. Alison abandoned her place in front of the mirror and walked down the short corridor towards me. She looked sexy as hell in her red satin panty and bra set. She didn't need a push-up bra. Her massive bosoms were bulging over the top of her demi-cup bra, jiggling enticingly with her every step. She gazed down at me with a critical eye and then stepped behind my stroller. I heard her rummaging in the change bag, then she moved to the front and squatted down next to the standing older woman. "Here Candy," she cooed like a loving mother. "Suck your dum-dums, baby. It might help you stop dribbling." My cheeks blazed with embarrassment when she forced the fat amber teat between my spittle-wet, fuchsia-pink lips. It took her a few seconds to clip the pink plastic chain to the lacy collar of my damp bib. I gazed in wonder at her massive bosoms while she was preoccupied, then my eyes dropped to the shiny red gusset of her pretty satin panties. I sucked on my pacifier teat automatically, and Alison gave a little laugh as she stood upright. The saleswoman looked confused when she asked, "Nappies and a dummy? How old is she?" "My little niece is eight years old," Alison glibly replied. She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "But she's a little bit 'special.' You know?" I felt my stiff clittie shrivel in embarrassment. "Oh! Isn't that sad," the older blonde whispered sympathetically, nodding her head in understanding. They acted like I couldn't hear them - or understand them if I could. I wanted to shrivel up and die. Alison made a suitably sorrowful face and nodded. The manageress couldn't help inquiring, "Is that why she's wearing nappies?" "Yes," Alison told her. "Our poor little Candy has trouble keeping her panties dry sometimes." The older woman pursed her red lips and sadly shook her head. She kept staring at me as Alison turned and flounced back into the change room. Then the manageress seemed to remember what she was doing. The older blonde carefully stepped past me, her eyes locked on my bulging panty crotch the whole time. I heard her high heels click-clacking away from me and I sighed in relief. I wriggled about in the tight webbing straps, abruptly aware of a hot stream gushing into my nappy. For a moment I considered trying to stem the flow and asking Alison to take me to the bathroom, but I knew it would be too late. Even if she agreed to take me to the toilet, she had to get dressed first. I gave up and relaxed my straining sphincter, perversely enjoying the sudden burst of heat filling the front of my damp diaper. As the last of the soothing warm flow trickled out of me the older blonde walked by me again. She was carrying a pair of full-cut black lacy panties, and she passed them over the louvre doors to Annette. Alison stepped out of her change room and she was fully dressed again. She handed the red satin bra and panty set and the white lacy ensemble to the manageress. "I'll take these, please." The saleswoman stepped behind the counter to ring up Alison's purchases, with the occasional sympathetic glance in my direction. I avoided her gaze and stared at the corridor between the change rooms, waiting hopefully for the next erotic display. I was saddened when Jill reappeared fully dressed as well. The statuesque blonde had a fabulous figure. I would have been happy to watch her try on underwear all day. Jill stepped over to the counter and dropped the black satin bra and panty set on the counter while Alison used her credit card. She asked, "Can I put these on lay-by?" "How much would you like to leave?" Jill replied, "Ten dollars. Is that okay?" "Certainly, dear," replied the manageress. "Just let me finish up ringing up your friend's things." I heard Annette call out, "Hey girls? What do you think?" I watched in anticipation and the girls turned around to look. Annette pushed aside the swing doors and stepped out. She was still wearing the sexy black lace bra and she had put on the matching panties - except she was wearing a daggy pair of old white cottontail underpants underneath. "Annette!" Jill cried in a reproachful tone. "Why aren't you wearing a g-string? It's the only thing to wear when you try on new underwear." Annette bit her plump red bottom lip and looked apologetic. 'I don't own any g-strings," she retorted, rubbing her big round derriere with one palm. "I hate the way they feel in my crack." All the girls laughed and the saleswoman had to hide her smile. Kitty poked her head over the pink louvre doors. "You should have one g- string in your panty drawer," she chided her curly-haired friend, "just for trying on panties." "You aren't wearing a g-string," Annette sulkily retorted. "That's because I'm only trying on bras today. See? Ta-daaah!" She sang as she stepped into the corridor holding her hands up high. Kitty was wearing a baby-blue satin push-up bra, and it forced her modest B-cups into an amazing shape. She actually had a little cleavage. Her plump feminine mounds were pushed up almost under her chin, and the other girls laughed. "I don't care," Annette shrugged her shoulders, making her massive F-cup breasts bounce and jiggle attractively. "I'm buying these anyway." She twirled around and disappeared into the change room again. Kitty saw the others were already dressed and waiting at the counter, and she dashed back inside to change into her own clothes. When the skinny redhead waltzed out, she was dressed in her mustard denim skirt and white blouse again, but she was empty handed. Obviously she didn't intend purchasing anything today. Kitty walked over to me and crouched down to teasingly wiggle the ring of my dum-dums. I bit down on the rubber teat to keep from losing it. "Look at you sucking your dum-dums," she crooned affectionately. "What a big baby." she stood and stepped behind my stroller, grabbed the handgrips and turned me around. She wheeled me to the front of the store and tossed over her shoulder, "We'll wait for you outside, girls." She steered me onto the marble concourse and over beside the railing. The glass panels meant I could stare down into the milling crowd on the ground floor, even while seated in my lay-back stroller. When the other girls strolled outside to join us, Annette and Alison were both carrying pink plastic bags bearing the 'Bras and Things' logo. Alison suggested, "Time for lunch?" "Good idea," agreed Kitty. "I'm starving." "I have to do a bit more Christmas shopping," replied Jill. "Me too," Annette seconded. "How about we meet you in the food court in about twenty minutes?" Jill recommended. The others agreed and we split up. Kitty wheeled me in the direction of the lifts with Alison beside her, while the others headed in the opposite direction.