Tammy heads into the hosiery department and soon finds herself surrounded by displays of pantyhose of virtually every texture, sheerness, and color. The main display is a long platform just below eye level which extends the length of the department, atop the platform stand the usual leg forms displaying the sheer hosiery the can be found neatly filed away in the racks to either side of the platform, the leg forms upside down, their silky hosed feet and toes extended into the air to show of the wares. Tammy has never seen such an elaborate display, but has little time to marvel as she begins to finger through the packages of hose in the racks like a secretary going through a filing cabinet, browsing the sizes and colors looking for her size and something to match her outfit.
As she fumbles through the rack of neatly arranged packages, she can't help but notice the soft, gentle aroma of nylon which fills the department, her eyes seemingly drawn back time and time again to those leg forms which hover before her eyes. Something about the way the pantyhose glistens on the legs, the feet, the toes, looking so sexy, so real..."the most realistic mannequin legs she has ever seen" she marvels to herself, not even noticing that she is just standing there and staring now. That is until she is startled by a voice..."may I help you with something Ma'am." and she jumps back to her senses, quickly composing herself as she looks to her right and finds a young woman, a clerk in the department, standing there gazing at her. Tammy a bit embarrassed, not quite sure what came over her.
