Surfer wrote:
Stripped in a Walmart (2005) by Surfer
Before I actually begin with my humiliating ordeal, I'll give you all a little description about myself so that you can visualize the situation better. At the time of the incident, I was 18 years old. I was around 5'3'' and weighed about 130 pounds. I had, and still have, long red hair. As far as looks go, I'm not ashamed to admit that I stood out from virtually every other student in my grade level, not to mention my school, for one reason, and one reason alone. My breasts were enormous. I wore a 36 DD bra size my junior year of high school, later to move to a 38 DD the next year, the year of the incident. Remember, I was only 5'3'' and 130 pounds. As far as the rest of my body goes, well, lets just say that curvy was an apropos word to describe me. Now, because of this, as you can imagine, I was pretty well known (although obviously not for the right reasons) and had many guy friends. However, I also had more than my share of enemies, most of which were female. In the end, I guess my body was the reason why I was forced to go through what I did.
It was a bright sunny day in late July. Summer was winding down and it was time to get ready for the up coming school year. Kids across town were being forced to go shopping with their parents for back to school supplies and clothes. Sales were going on all over the city, but there was no better place to find clothes at a bargain then the local Wal Mart. Because of this, most kids were out and about. Back at my house however, I of course was laying around watching TV. My father was at work and my Mom was in her room. At about 1:00 pm my Mother came into the family room and asked me what I was doing inside on a day like this. As if she didn't already know that I disliked the outdoors. I told her that it was too hot outside and turned back to the television. That’s when she told me it was time to go shopping. I argued lazily but decided to go in the end. We would be going to the local Wal Mart, much to my dismay. See, to a lot of older students, Wal Mart was just a bargain store. It certainly wasn't any place to find fashionable clothing. I figured that I would pretend to look around for a little while, and then ask my Mom to take me to a real clothing store. How wrong I turned out to be...
When we got to the Wal Mart it was packed. "What a zoo" I thought. After spending what seemed like an eternity trying to find parking, we finally parked and went into the store. As we got in I noticed many students from my school were present, shopping for various things with their parents. Not wanting to waste any time, my Mom quickly dragged me over to the clothing department. We spent about 5 minutes looking around until finally my mom picked out a rather dull looking outfit. We made our way over to the changing rooms and were greeted with a mob of people all attempting to do the same thing I was. I did not however, notice anyone from my school. In fact, there were hardly any kids at all around the rooms. "Thank god" I told myself. Hopefully now I would be able to leave and go to a real store. "I can't believe how crowded it is today" my Mom said in disgust. "Yeah, there's no way I'm waiting in line to try these on" I said. "No, I guess that would take much too long. But you have to buy clothes for school. Come here Kristen" my Mom called. She was in an open space to the right of the changing rooms. I slowly made my way over to her, and as I did she took the clothes from my hand. Holding them up to me she looked as if to see if they would fit me. "I don't know, we really need to try these on" she said. Laying them down on a small end table next to us she told me to take off my flip flops. "Why" I asked in protest. "So we can see if these will fit" she told me. "Um.. What are you talking about? I hope you don't think I’m just going to try on clothes in the middle of the store" I asked in disbelief. "Oh you're not in the middle of the store Kristen. No one can see you, come on. Hurry up so we can get a move on." "Mom", I asked, "Are you insane? I am not trying on anything out here. That's ridiculous! Now I want to go somewhere else!" I was getting a little angry now. "Honestly Kristen it's not that big of a deal. People do it all the time. I swear you're worse than your sister." And with that my Mom came over to me and before I knew it had both of her hands underneath my white t-shirt. "MOM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" With one quick motion she lifted my shirt up and over my chest, exposing my lacy pink bra. "MOM STOP NOW!!" I didn't want to yell, as that would attract attention to the situation, but I tried sounding forceful and serious. She continued, and I struggled, but to no avail, and she didn't stop until she had it off one of my arms. "Kristen, I told you we have to try on clothes, and you said it yourself, you don't want to wait in line to get into the rooms. Now stop being a baby and let’s get this over with." As soon as she finished with that sentence, she went back to taking off my shirt. As she already had the shirt almost off both my arms, it only took one more tug upward to get the tiny cotton shirt over them. I made a quick grab at my neck to stop my shirt from leaving my body fully, but I was too late. With one last tug she lifted the shirt up and over my head, leaving me topless. I quickly put my hands up to cover my chest. "There, what was so hard about that now?" my Mom asked me. I could not believe I was now standing in the store exposed in my bra for anyone and everyone passing by to see. To this day I can still remember the feeling of that shirt leaving my body. My heart began to beat very fast as I was both nervous, and for some reason, a little excited. I can also remember my Mom's attitude, which for some reason, did not seem to change. It was like me and she did this everyday, like it was perfectly normal. I quickly looked around, and to my surprise no one was yet looking at me. "Now put this on Kristen" my Mother said to me, as she gave me the shirt I was to try on. With a little hesitation, I speedily put on the Wal Mart shirt. "That looks okay I guess" she said as she tugged a little on the material. I was hardly paying attention to her at the moment as I was still in a little shock from being forcefully exposed just a second earlier. I was again looking around just to make sure no classmates had seen me when I felt something at the bottom of my shorts. Once again, before I realized what was happening, it was too late. As I came back to focusing on my clothes, my Mom placed one hand on each leg of my shorts, and pulled. "MOM!!" I screamed, actually yelling that time. I will never forget what happened next. As I screamed, my Mother continued to pull down my shorts. She quickly slid them off my waist, down my thighs, and finally bent down and dropped them to my ankles, all the while why I was frantically trying to make a grab at them to pull them back up. So there I was my shorts at my feet, exposed in my matching pink thong. As if being stripped again by my Mom wasn't bad enough, as you can imagine, when I let out the scream, almost everyone in the vicinity looked my way. I'm not even sure what to call the color that hit my cheeks. I then basically just froze. I honestly had no where to go unless I wanted to go hide in the clothing racks. As I was standing there my mom lifted up one leg at a time and removed the shorts completely. She then lifted one leg at a time again, only this time putting on the matching shorts. I was still in shock and just stood there staring at the people who had looked when I had screamed. It seemed a little odd to me, but now only one or two people were looking in my direction. Even though they were mostly older women, I was still expecting people to be freaked out at me standing there in my underwear, shorts at my feet. At this point my heart slowed down a bit. Could my Mom really be right? Do people try on clothes outside the changing rooms here frequently? It then occurred to me that "people" probably meant little kids, and did not include 18 year old girls. Standing up, my mother exclaimed that she liked the outfit a little. "Its okay I guess, but I'm sure we can find better ones; wait here while I got get something else." She then turned and walked away. At that point I did not know what to do. I remember looking at the changing rooms; they were still as crowded as ever. I then remember looking down at my clothes on the table. A strange feeling came over me. I was a little excited as I thought that two seconds ago I was naked in public.
My mom came back with a new outfit, not much better than the first. "Let’s try this now" she exclaimed. I backed away quickly. "Mom, I'm not doing that again, just stop." "Kristen, I'm not going to argue with you, you have to try on clothes. Now get over here." "No, I'll wait in the line if that's how you're going to be" I told her. "No Kristen, I just remembered that I have to be somewhere at 3:30, so we don't have that much time. Now stop arguing and try these on." As she made her way towards me my heart started racing again. "MOM! I'm not doing this again! Stop!!" My Mother had once again dropped the clothes and put her hands on my shirt. She lifted the shirt up a little ways before I had grabbed it and started pulling it down. "Kristen stop now and try these on." "MOM I TOLD YOU NO!" We struggled against each other for a little while. My shirt had risen almost to the bottom of my bra. It was then stuck there for a moment, neither of us budging. Suddenly, my Mom let go and bent down. Thinking that she had given up I breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, I was dead wrong. My Mom had bent down and as I let go of my shirt, she grabbed the waist band of my shorts. Before I could even gasp, she had them down around my thighs. With one more quick pull they were down to my feet. I quickly bent over a little to cover the front side of my thong. "MOM I TOLD YOU NO!!" She just stood there and laughed a little. I then bent down and made a grab for the shorts. That was another mistake. As I was bending over to bring up my shorts, my Mom quickly grabbed hold of my shirt from below my back and before I could stand up fully she pulled the shirt over my head. As I stood up, off came the shirt over my hands, leaving my body completely. I was now standing in the Wal Mart in only my bra and panties for all to see, having been stripped by my Mom. I was in twice the shock as I was before. I was again in a state of paralysis. Coming back to reality, I tried to cover my chest with one hand and my panties with the other. I'm sure that just added to the embarrassment. "Now put on this shirt Kristen." I did not move. I turned my head a little to see a few people looking in my direction. My Mother, not wanting to wait, decided to dress me. She put the shirt on my body with a little difficulty, as I was basically just standing there, mouth open and wide eyed. She then took the shorts off my feet and put the new ones on, pulling them up on my hips. "I like this outfit better" she said. Okay, I think we'll keep this one. Let met go put the first one back. She then walked away. Standing there, clothed now, my heart was still racing. I could not believe I was just in my underwear in public. Still thinking, I did not notice a woman next to me. She seemed to be much older, in her 60's perhaps. "Changing rooms are too full huh?" she asked. I said nothing. "Its okay, no one really minds you changing out here, I’m sure." She then continued on shopping. My Mother came back carrying a new outfit.
At that point I'm not quite sure what happened. I remember just being in a state of shock kind of. My Mom came up to me and told me to get out of the clothes, but I did nothing. I then remember her saying something about time, then laying down the clothes. The next thing I know is that she is taking off my shirt and shorts. In a matter of seconds I am again in my bra and panties. I didn't even bother trying to cover myself. I just stood there in the middle of the space in my pink bra and thong. She put the new outfit on me and said it looked better than the first but not as good as the second. I looked around now and noticed that I was still only getting a glance here and there. Without hesitation she pulled the shirt off me, and then pulled down the shorts, leaving me in my underwear once again. She then laid the clothes on top of the 2nd outfit, which were on top of my original clothes. "Okay, I think we can try on a couple more outfits. You don't need THAT much for school." She turned and walked back to the rack. Standing there, I was still in that daze. It was only broken by someone else coming up to me, and the sentence that followed. "OMG its Kristen and she’s... naked!" This time, it was not an old lady- it was three girls I recognized from school!!! In fact, there could hardly be anyone worse to see me in a situation like this. These girls were in my grade level and hated me for getting the attention that I got. They spread rumors about me and gave me dirty looks anytime I passed them in the halls. I quickly came too and put my hands up to cover myself, gasping. "Well well, what do we have here?" Sam, the leader of the group made her way over to me. "Changing rooms a little too crowded Kristen? Or do you just like exposing yourself in the middle of Wal Marts?" I could only muster a gasp. At that moment my Mom came back with another new outfit. "Oh hello girls, how are you?" "Good!" they all answered enthusiastically. "Kristen here is just trying on clothes for school." "I see that Mrs. K." Sam exclaimed. With that my Mom came over and began to put the shirt on me. The 3 girls burst out laughing. I started to fight back but my Mom was honestly too strong, and I didn't want to further my humiliation by causing a scene. As soon as she had gotten the shirt and shorts on, she asked the girls what they thought. "I don't know Mrs. K., it looks a little small to me" Sam said. With that she came over and tugged on the shirt. She then put her hands in the waist band of my shorts and pulled them up and down a little. "Nope, guess they fit okay" she said with a sly smile. "Good, that makes 3 outfits so far." My Mom then once again proceeded to strip me of my shirt and shorts. The girls just giggled again. As soon as I was back in my bra and panties, my mom laid the third outfit on the first 2 and began to walk toward the clothing rack. After taking a few steps she turned around and said that her going back and forth between me and the clothes was taking too long, and that I should just come over to where the rack was. Unfortunately for me, the rack was smack dab in the middle of the Women’s Department, and I would be standing in an open space twice as large as the one I was in now. At least the changing rooms where I was currently provided some protection. "Mom I'm not changing over there, and I'm sure as heck not going to walk around in my underwear!!!" I was starting to loose it. It felt like I had no control over the situation, and the arrival of these 3 girls only made matters worse. "I told you I'm not arguing with you Kristen, come over here now." With that my Mom picked up the stack of clothes and walked over to the spot. The three girls started laughing. "Looks like you'll really get to show off now Kristen" teased Sam. She then grabbed my arm and tried to walk me over to my Mom. I let go and tried to slap her across her face. Unfortunately, Sam was into gymnastics and was much more athletic then me. She easily dodged my right hand and hit me once in the stomach. As I was winded, her two friends each took my arms and dragged me over to the rack. As I was being forced over there I noticed more and more people began to look at me. Once there, my Mom, with the help of the girls, put me into another outfit. This time the outfit did not fit, so I was forced to stand there in my underwear for a while until they found the right size. After checking to make sure it fit, Sam's friends took off my top, while Sam slowly pulled down my shorts. I only let them undress me because honestly, I had to. If I had tried to struggle, God only knows what Sam could have done, or what my Mother would have done.
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