Sexy Fun Times/Ten/Girl/School/Mall/Shops

You wander into a couple of clothes shops but there's nothing that takes your fancy. Then you decide to try the big department store and head for that.

You find the teenage department flick along a couple of rails and look at 'training' bras. "What are they training," you think. A snotty-looking assistant scowls at you for no reason; it can't be your age, because at least some of the pretty dresses are in your size, but a quick glance at the price ticket shows that they are way over your budget.

You wander down to the children's section where there are rack after rack of clothes aimed at kids from toddler to teen. "Can I help?" The masculine voice surprises you and makes you jump.

"Er, just looking," you say.

He is nice looking, in his twenties and dressed in a suit with highly polished shoes. Asian - Pakistani or Indian you think. "You can try things on - over there," he says, pointing. You shrug and turn to walk away, but he take a dress off the rack and gives it to you. "This would suit you very well," he says. His English is very good with just a hint of an accent. He loads you up with a couple more dresses and steers you towards the changing rooms.

A little bemused but not concerned, you allow him to guide you through the curtain and down to the last cubicle in the row. "In here," he says. "I will be outside. Call if you need help."

The cubicle is fairly big, with a heavy curtain for a door. There is a floor-to-ceiling mirror on one side with a bench seat opposite and some hooks on the wall at the back. You sit and look at what he gave you. There are three summer dresses, quite short, with spaghetti straps and you hold one up in front of you to see what it's like. As you stand up, you hear a noise from the cubicle behind.

You think about the man and wonder why he was so keen to get you into the changing room. When you look in the mirror and see the top of his head sticking up over the wall behind you, it dawns on you that he was not just being helpful. "Oh well, maybe I can have some fun," you think.

You stand up facing the mirror and start unbuttoning your shirt. When you pull it open to reveal your almost flat chest, you hear a sharp intake of breath through the thin wall.