Karyn had to admit to herself, she had never had more fun shopping. The real defining moment was once she recognized the body she now had, she made a bee line for Sarah's favorite store, found something she knew Sarah looked great in, and immediately looked better in a size smaller of that same outfit. She had noticed Biff walking in the mall, and noticed him a few times now so that she worked out she was being followed around like a puppy. Lucky for Karyn she had her mom there as a shield, and the mall itself was abuzz that "someone from Hollywood or something" was shopping there, and they had even been offered some items for free, "as promotional items", the promotion was she would be wearing them, but she (and her mom's pocket book) didn't mind the free stuff. With Biff though, it had gotten to the point were Karyn was now seeing it as a game. Every store she came out of she would try to add a little more; earrings from Macy's, heels from Nordstrom's, Lucky Jeans which clung to her like a soft cotton wetsuit, and a scoop neck t shirt that when it was off her looked like it might fit a child, and when it was on her did all the work of a spotlight on a stage. Her breasts, nestled in a Blue Victoria's Secrete demi bra, were the real surprise to Karyn, she felt not just extra aware of them now, but also oddly proud of them, as if they were something she had accomplished through some great effort and not an accident. The shirt that displayed them and her other curves was gray and pink, and the green jumper than used to hide them was forgotten in a changing room 4 stores back.
By the time Jon had caught up to her she was already headed into the malls spa, because once you start putting things in order anything that looks out of place stands out. Her hair as raw material was gorgeous, but she needed to do something with it, and thus the encounter began. She had managed to avoid men all day long, it was only shop girls and managers. She had seen men, but mostly she had noticed their lingering glances, including of course Biff's. Her intention was to lure him like a siren to her rocks and then...she hadn't really thought that far, but she was enjoying the game none the less. She wanted him to come when she wanted him to come, and she wasn't ready yet. She also liked the idea of making him wait, she liked knowing that he was probably out there waiting, and she liked knowing that when she came out, his jaw was only going to drop all the more. "Sarah who?" she thought to herself as she looked in the mirror, but she was soon distracted by the man who stepped up to cut her hair. He was probably 25, Cuban, in very good shape in the way that certain gay men are, and that was all that really mattered. He then spent the next hour or so cutting and shaping and talking and touching her in the ways that you do when you are cutting hair, but to Karyn each touch felt like a caress, and for that time "Biff who?" would have been Karyn's response. It was clear he respected her beauty, and loved cutting her hair, but also that he had no romantic interest in her, but yet, she couldn't help but feel something inside herself just at being near him, which could only be described as a localized vaginal fever, which when he was shampooing her hair resulted in a her climaxing quietly in her chair, ruining a pair of underwear. I don't want to sell the barber short here, he knew what was happening when it happened, and it made him very uncomfortable, but that almost didn't matter, what was happening seemed to happen of its own accord. We will come back to the panties later.
The haircut was a success, her hair now framed her face, it was still long, but now it was long with purpose, before it was an unruly child, and now it knew it's place, and took it's place in the orchestra that was her beauty, all the pieces playing together, for the desired effect of...she had almost forgotten Biff. She wondered if he would have stuck around, and was slightly sad to not see him when she exited the spa.
She made a quick trip to the bathroom to dispose of the ruined panties I told you about, then exited to head home with her mother, both quiet tired from a surprising day. She missed Biff and Jon, who were in the food court together getting a bite to eat and our story will resume there, but for now I want to stay with those panties in that mall bathroom stall. A movie got out about 10 minutes after and the room quickly filled with Tiffany and Sarah Mcmillian, who were following the husky Gladys Brewer and the very religious Nadine, who had gone to the movie as friends. This being a small mall bathroom it was easy to tell who was in which stalls and it was not surprising to find one stall that had used underwear in it, which Gladys and Nadine had both avoided. When Tiffany couldn't help herself, and she picked them up and chucked them over the stall wall to a plop and a shreek. Bullseye, Tiffany and Sarah snickered, before being chased out by Gladys who charged out of her stall in a rage, being a big girl meant she had weight to throw around and the small and meek Nadine had been nice to her, the lion owed the mouse. Nadine had taken a direct hit, and she was already puking from the smell of it. It had gotten in her nose! Gladys held back her friends hair while she did what she needed to do. Picked up the foul smelling under garment and disposed of it properly, and spent the rest of the night taking care of her friend, who suddenly wasn't feeling so hot. Tiffany also wasn't feeling so good, but that didn't stop her from spending the night with Steve Farber, though it did limit their engagement. Meanwhile Gladys went to bed unexpectedly horny, and Sarah slept as she usually did, in silk sheets and comfort, believing for the last time she was queen of the world.
