Florals for Spring?

It's been a minute since I made a story in this tag, and I need to get back on track there. After an impromptu shopping trip yesterday on my laundry day, the story tumbled out of me, and I was in the right place at the right time to take pictures. VIP members, check out the photos I took then to go along with the story on the Discord server!

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Hey, if you see any nice short-sleeve button downs, grab one for me.

Will do- I’ll send pictures if I find anything good.

Putting my phone back in my pocket, I kept perusing the shirts packed way too tightly onto the rack as I made my way through the men’s department.

T-shirts, long sleeve shirts, button-downs, jackets, short sleeve knit shirts… That last category always seems too specific, but hey, there was an entire aisle of them. As I thumbed through each shirt, I finally found a floral option that could work, and I held it up in front of me to see how I looked in the mirror on the end of the aisle. I had my other arm overflowing with options so I headed to the fitting room to try on the first round of items.

Whenever I started dating Michael, my closet doubled in size since we were the same size down to our shoes. The guy I’d been dating before was about half a foot taller than me, so this arrangement was working out well, especially when I needed to buy him clothes for gifts.

Walking into the dressing room, I passed the dressing room attendant who didn’t even seem to hide the fact that he was staring me up and down. Not that he really needed to- he wasn’t trying to appear straight working at a TJ Maxx of all places.

Stepping into the dressing room and hanging up my clothes, I marveled at the lighting that made me look younger and a little thinner. I don’t know what technology they had around that mirror, but I wanted it to follow me around whenever I had to take pictures. Emptying my pockets, I took off my shorts and gasped a bit when I saw myself in the mirror- I was not wearing the right underwear for this store. I hadn’t done laundry in a bit, and I guess I really hadn’t realized how see-through these mesh briefs were until I was under the bright lights. Pulling off my shirt, I stood there looking at my cock start to firm up in these briefs that didn’t hide anything except behind the tiny seam down the middle of the basket.

Grabbing that floral shirt and my phone, I knew just how to ask Michael if he liked this shirt. I took a few shots with it buttoned before sending a few just for his pleasure. Pulling down the waistband, I let my now half hard dick flop into view as well. The final photo had those very briefs around my ankles, and as I bent down to pull them up to continue trying on clothes, I saw a pair of legs on the other side of the door.

“Sir, the fitting rooms are purely for trying on clothes- you can’t do extracurricular activities in there.”

“Mind your own business- I am just trying on clothes.”

I was trying to sound forceful, but what little bravado I had disappeared when the fitting room attendant opened the door with a jingling of keys on the other side.

“What the fuck?!”

“Once I saw the underwear hit the floor, I knew that you weren’t just taking your sweet time. C’mon, let’s go.”

He grabbed my hand to pull me out of the stall before I could even grab my clothes, and I was so surprised and caught off balance, that I couldn’t even brace myself. I weakly followed him for a few paces before I was able to catch my arm on the edge of the door next to me, but by then, I was already in full view of the crowd of people standing at the desk at the front of the dressing room. They saw me fully naked, and though I was able to pull away and run back to my dressing room, the damage had already been done.

I was waiting here now, fully dressed, just hoping that they all would have gone, but I had no way of knowing. I could hear hints of laughter drifting my way, but they’d get louder once I walked out into the open…