“Here goes nothing.” I mused to myself, touching intermittently, the oversized sweater I was wearing.

This was the first time after all I would be going out without a bra and panties. And I needed it to be not so obvious. Not that I could change anything with this touching here and there, not that there was anything to see.

The sweater was big enough to hide my breasts and long enough to cover my buttocks region. I doubted I would be tried for offensive dressing on the first day. Wheew. I couldn’t wait to go shopping.

Does the community have a mall?

I had seen the clothes that Peter...