Author's note – While not essential, reading A Visible Thorn before this story, and further tales in the same Universe; a reader will benefit from understanding the underlying theme of this entire fantasy realm.
N.B. Spellings (if correct) are in UK English. All the characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author neither condones or endorses any of the activities detailed in this story, which could well be illegal in certain jurisdictions. I'm adding (for legal reasons) that apparently if you're under-age you mustn't read this, so if that's the case go away and grow up.
Set in a slightly alternate universe.
Jessica, Jess to all her friends was tugging on Uncle Pete's hand, she loved shopping, and he was taking her to that newly opened store that was pretty exclusive, kinda odd as well.
Her best friend Karen had been there with her dad, raving about all the amazing outfits he bought for her. Even if Jess could travel to that end of town by herself, she couldn't have got in anyway, you had to be with an adult, your dad, an uncle, an older lover, whatever.
She'd waited simply ages for a branch of Tweenage Haven to open locally, though most people called it 'tweenage heaven' because of all the amazing stuff which you couldn't buy anywhere else. Apparently they'd been protests the day before by the Fems, but the police
came along and arrested them all for anti-liberal behaviour. Uncle Pete said the Fems were mostly ugly old women who disliked younger prettier girls being liberated and having fun.
Although nowadays shops sold stuff online, this was more kinda personal, sorta hands-on, and besides you couldn't touch the lace or silky fabrics over the internet, clothes shopping was way more fun in the real world.
Walking across the pedestrian precinct, Jess spotted these older women lurking around by some planters harassing this man with a girl of about ten carrying a Tweenage Haven bag. Fortunately two police officers appeared, they were lucky only getting a warning, told to clear off, or they'd be arrested for hate crimes, you couldn't mess with peoples liberties.
Ignoring those silly people she was anxious to get inside, you pressed the buzzer and the greeter released the door and welcomed you into the store.
She seemed genuinely warm and friendly, winking at her handsome uncle, but addressing her comments towards Jess.
“Hi folks, I'm Suzy welcome to Tweenage Haven, there's lots of promotional offers seeing as it's our opening week.”
“What's your name sweetie, and who's that hunk you've bought with you?”
She liked Suzy, kinda asking about Uncle Pete in a 'stage whisper' Jess introduced Suzy to her favourite uncle, also giving her own name.
Suzy inquired if this was their first visit together, handing out registration cards they could fill-in to deposit into a nearby box when they'd finished shopping. Registering would allow the store to send them both details of future promotions.
With this being the first time Jess had ever visited one of their stores, Suzy explained the measuring service, then talked through a few other unique points in which they differed from regular boring clothing stores. This wasn't too surprising because she'd heard endless stories from Karen while she gave Jess a live fashion show, now although they were hardly through the door she loved the place already.
Uncle Pete of course loved the idea of her using their high-tec measuring system, so they stopped first at that booth where they had to wait for another girl to finish-up first. Jess thought this girl was probably thirteen or fourteen from her figure, standing naked inside the framework as her body was scanned with lasers. Sometimes she did feel jealous of the older girls who had boobs and pubes and stuff, hers were only quite small, double A, but Uncle Pete kept saying they fit her perfectly, and they'd probably be like her mum's small perky B-sized breasts when she got older.
While the Liberty Amendments only came into law four years ago, she knew Uncle Pete and her mum messed around as children, even though it wasn't strictly allowed back in the olden times. Nowadays lots of brothers and sisters had fun together, from what she'd heard it seemed there used to be much more squabbling between siblings when they didn't have a good reason to remain best friends. Of course she didn't have a brother only a younger sister, so she was pleased about having Uncle Pete, especially after hearing all of her mum's stories about them growing-up together.
Yasmin who ran the measuring booth welcomed them over, then explained how it worked.
“Just take off your clothes and shoes, you can leave your panties on if you're really that shy, then step inside the framework, firstly with your arms by your sides a little bit away from your body, feet apart standing on the printed footmarks. Okay good, it's better if you can remain still as it scans. Fine for the second scan hold your arms out straight like the wings of a plane, good, excellent, we're all done here. All measured up from your hat size through to your shoe size, and everything in between.”
Something looking like a credit card popped-out of her terminal, Yasmin said when they saw a garment they liked scan the bar code from the display sample, then scan her own 'pmc' personal measurement card, then within moments a perfectly fitting garment would arrive via the delivery shoot nearest to that display.
This was among those few modern stores fully embracing the libertarian movement, hence Jess didn't need to get dressed again, that would be silly if she wanted to try on clothes, but you had to put your panties back on if you wanted to try out underwear or swimsuits.
Yasmin had given Uncle Pete a bag to carry her street clothes, and she held his other hand enjoying the freedom to walk around the store totally naked looking at the signs for each of the various departments.
This was so different from those regular shops for teen and pre-teen clothing, for starters they didn't have blaring beat music or chart stuff, it was soft, sort of romantic, the lighting wasn't harsh either, muted, but with plenty of lighting on the displayed garments or the very lifelike manikins. Jess wanted to shop here all the time, and they hadn't even chosen anything yet. It was also interesting watching other customers, were they father-daughter, niece and Uncle, or perhaps unrelated lovers, though heading through an archway nearby into the amazing 'Gothic Lolita' department Jess saw this one girl who was probably with her grandfather, she'd heard some girls liked older guys.
Jess hadn't worked out a plan of campaign, especially shopping with a guy, instead they'd probably just wander from one department to another, as he'd promised to buy her loads of new outfits, her mum saying Pete was just a big softy that Jess could wrap around her little finger. He wasn't soft at all, he was quite buff in fact, hardly surprising the assistants gave him so much attention.
Seeing one signboard she tugged her Uncle over to - St Trinian's, classic retro school-wear.
Pinafore dresses, and short pleated skirts, tailored white shirts, and garter belt things for the old fashioned type stockings that wouldn't stay-up by themselves. While a few schools had dress-codes, or even their own uniform, the school she attended had fully engaged in the liberal movement allowing free choice in what pupils wore. Uncle Pete pointed out his two favourite outfits, suggesting they buy both because she'd look hot in either, besides he said she was a great pupil, Jess was certain he wasn't referring to her school-work.
They scanned the code for the entire uniform ensemble for each, the display allowed you to make changes, so he ordered extra blouses, plus several sets of stockings saying how they easily got laddered if you were inpatient taking them off. The neat software from the earlier scan showed an image of Jess wearing each outfit in turn, so real you couldn't tell they weren't actual videos of her moving around in her new clothes. The terminal menu allowed for their order to pop out of the nearby shoot, or their accumulated purchases could be sent over to the checkout area either to collect, or for same day home delivery.
“Thank you, your selection has been confirmed, and will be available at the checkout.”
Moving onwards they saw 'International Schoolgirl' this area having classic uniforms from a range of cultural backgrounds, the Soviet look of black dresses with accessories of lace trimmings, then pleated tartan reminiscent of Catholic schools, but probably far too short to meet a nun's approval. Jess thought the loose checked gingham dresses were so cute, perfect for Cindy her sister, and their size range included eight-year olds. Her dad adored dressing his youngest daughter in that sort of outfit, maybe Cindy could persuade 'Daddy' that a shopping trip together would be good fun too.
With Japanese anime and manga being so popular the sailor-moon school uniform would be super hot, unlike some of the other school-wear sets it didn't come complete with any underwear. Her Uncle was easily convinced it wouldn't seem complete without hello-kitty panties in a range of pleasing colours, he was also generous in allowing her to select from the range of accessories that went with that outfit.
While each department might have their own signature ranges, there were also a number of unique special design themes that were repeated throughout their store. Aside from her best friend Karen, she didn't know anyone else who'd yet shopped at this new store, but all of her school-friends endlessly looked through the online Tweenage Haven advertising.
“Oh swimwear, please, pretty please.”
Of course he gave in, maybe he was equally keen to see the costumes in their swimwear range named 'Kitty-Titty' where you could buy matching bikinis, or contrasting tops and bottoms, though nowadays bottoms-only were more commonplace, because totally naked swimming at public beaches was still meeting some resistance roused-up by the Fems.
“Oh look, Cherries.”
Cherries was one of those 'across-the-range' special design themes which were so popular. The Cherries theme bikini bottoms weren't thong style, with two white cloth triangles and tie-side cords ending in glossy red cherries made in a soft resilient plastic. A little printed cherry logo was strategically placed on the front, and the matching top had a little cherry over each nipple. The cords on the bikini bra also had the little cherry bobbles on the end, she'd heard at pool parties those decorative bobbles meant the suits easily got removed.
While she didn't have much to push out the top two triangles, he bought the suit anyway, because both he and dad encouraged them to have pool parties inviting their friends over. Thinking about that she'd better check on their stock of sun-block, it wouldn't do to get burnt, and there were never a lack of volunteers to reapply the cream throughout the day.
Using the terminal to order her bikini, she recalled Karen mentioning the options available with some clothing, you could have printing applied, either from a library of designs and slogans, artwork you uploaded yourself, or wording of your own choice. There was hardly any space for writing on many of the bikinis unless it was in a tiny font, but together they scrolled through some of the popular slogans printed on the quaint one piece bathing suits for those wishing to hide from the sun.
“Camel toads? What are Camel Toads?” They both groaned at that old joke.
Another design had 'work in progress' written across the chest, then an arrow pointing towards the crotch of the suit with the words 'good to go' apparently this was a top seller.
It might be fun looking through the options, but they had plenty more shopping ahead of them, next moving through to the sportswear that was closely related. Various outfits for track and field, Lycra cycle gear, dance-wear, even ballet tutus, though Uncle Pete doubted they'd actually be used for dancing, he was always so naughty, that's why she loved him.
He pointed towards a workout leotard on a manikin, suggesting she'd look great in one of those doing her yoga exercises, and so practical with those little fasteners at the gusset. The sign alongside said 'leotards for the lithe young lioness' well anything to please her favourite Uncle, besides the fabric felt so soft, that would definitely show a camel-toe with the fasteners further back at the narrowest part. Jess suggested that these shop manikins should really have been called girly-kins considering their highly detailed mouldings.
“Yeah! Panties,” exclaimed Jess, though the department was called - Ultimate Undies.
“Go for it honey, knock yourself out.” She loved her Uncle's enthusiasm.
Like a kid in a candy-store she went from one display to another, everything from either tight or baggy boy-shorts, to thongs that would easily fit into a matchbox, even having the Cherries design theme to match her swimwear. She took her Uncle at his word choosing a good selection, even getting some bra and panty sets, as they'd be nice to own although more aesthetic than functional, Uncle Pete understood, asking if she wanted to try-on one of the sets now, they didn't need to have everything sent directly to the checkout counter.
At the press of a few commands a little white lacy set arrived at the outlet slot, keeping within the store etiquette, he rooted around in their carrier bag to locate her own panties, holding them out for her to step into, Jess keeping her balance by grabbing his shoulder.
Looking at a nearby mirror it was odd with panties over panties, but she was proud of the way the bra enhanced what little she possessed up top, better still after turning all around she could see the replay on the terminal screen to save cricking her neck.
Better yet the software of the system somehow cleverly eliminated her own underwear from the image making it look like she was only wearing her newly acquired garments.
She really loved shopping here.
She wasn't actually counting the number of panties she'd chosen, fortunately neither was her Uncle, moving further into the department they saw a new range of designer panties.
'Vista – the panties with a sneak preview'
At first it didn't seem to make sense because they definitely weren't see-through, though seeing them on a sort of truncated girly-kin from waist to thighs the wording made sense.
If it wasn't for the branding you could imagine they'd been made by a trainee seamstress, because the front panel looked 'wrong' sort of billowing-out a little bit at both sides which of course would give somebody a 'sneak preview' of what was nestled inside.
A recognisable cardboard cut-out on the display showed a Bear holding a gold medal with the words “Pedo-Bear gold seal of approval.” Uncle Pete approved too, so they bought a pack of assorted colours, a tiny label on each having the Bear symbol.
“Okay, where to next poppet?”
She looked around for the signage, the place was like a series of linked rooms somehow giving a sense of intimacy, and while there had to be loads of people there shopping, you only really saw them in passing. “Can we visit 'Sleepover Central' please?”
Below the 'Sleepover Central' main sign in smaller writing it said 'Sappho the Poetess from the isle of Lesbos welcomes you to the delights of feminine friendships' Jess had learned a little about this from the older sisters of a few classmates at various sleepovers elsewhere.
The decor inside was pink and girly, much like the average tweenage bedroom, drapes of soft materials and pretend headboards added to that illusion.
Another sign read. “Everything for your successful Slumber Sleepover, including nightwear, games, toys, plus interesting accessories to make your parties truly unforgettable”.
An assistant named Emma welcomed them to the 'party' introducing herself to Jess, then saying she was there to guide customers with minimal or no experience of sleepovers, in her way politely ignoring Uncle Pete. Him and dad were really accessories at any parties, doing all the man-stuff like moving furniture or whatever, but she knew they all dreamed about being invited as the only guy at a sleepover with a harem of tweenaged girls.
They whispered and giggled, as Emma talked about the various things that would make her own parties popular, even going on to show her the toys favoured by some older girls to share the fun - batteries not included. She wouldn't want Uncle Pete to feel redundant, they both laughed at his expense, in fact quite literally as he was paying the bill today.
Uncle Pete was a good sport, though he placed a sensible limit on what toys she selected, saying they shouldn't be shared with young Cindy for at least another three years, Emma joked they would've probably expired by then, exceeding their stated mileage. While Uncle Pete might derive enjoyment from seeing her wear the clothing he'd generously bought so far, she kissed him, thanking him for her sleepover goodies which were really for sharing with her girlfriends. He got her back by saying he'd want to hear all the naughty details.
Jess had chosen one nighty from their sleepover department, but reminded her uncle they had another whole department just dedicated to sleepwear. Unlike some of her friends she was fickle in her sleep habits, boy style pyjamas one night, then some cartoon nightdress the next, while other times she'd just lay there naked, so much easier for playing.
"Nightwear – lounge, sleep, or play?”
Looking at the signboard Jess realised that held so much more meaning than when she was a little girl, young Cindy was just beginning to learn about those things for herself.
Aside from actual nightwear itself, they stocked some nice cosy dressing gowns for those long winter evenings when you'd got changed for bed, though still wanted to walk around the house without getting chilled. They also had a wide range of onesies, those fleecy all in one suits with feet and a hood with a long zipper down the front or a row of poppers. She'd never considered one before, but they had some really nice animal designs, the lion one with a big furry collar, a penguin one with a flip down beak, a cute bunny rabbit, even a unicorn with a horn on the top, and a soft swishy tail.
Her uncle struck a deal, she could have whichever one she wanted on condition he chose her another which she could wear when he visited, or whenever she slept at his house. This was a no-brainer, she liked the multi-colour unicorn the best, it's most predominant colours were pink and pale blue. His choice wasn't that much of a surprise, though he had it arrive there and then so she could try it on straight away. Because they were buying the costume anyway she wouldn't need to wear her panties underneath, so she handed them over to go back into the bag, knowing he enjoyed seeing her naked as often as possible.
Obviously it was dark brown, the shaggy bits hanging around her shoulders as he helped her with the poppers. Uncle Pete liked the incongruity of her wearing the Pedo-Bear outfit, saying it was meant to provide hours of fun. She soon discovered what he meant, because it wasn't festooned with pockets as she'd first thought, those 'pockets' had a short lining, but were open little sleeves. Sitting on her uncle's lap of an evening he could simply slip his hand into any of the 'pocket' openings then play with whatever came to hand beneath.
Naughty Uncle, Cindy would be pleading with dad to get her one too!
Jess was fairly certain they'd visited all the clothing departments, her Uncle was probably relieved she didn't make purchases in each one, while the 'Gothic Lolita' collection was quite stunning, Jess didn't think it really suited her style. She found it liberating to wander around naked while shopping, unfortunately that wouldn't work in most stores, with such crowds people would tread on her feet, and some perv would probably try copping a feel, it was her body and her decisions about those kind of things.
Their last diversion turned out to be the 'Marketplace' this held all manner of accessories, great own brand toiletries, and bargain buckets of random stuff, or end of line products.
This was a little crowded, but people respected your personal space more when you were naked, at least civilised people anyway. They pointed out things to one another while they looked along the aisles, Jess now carrying her own original clothing bag, because her very nice donkey was by now carrying two bags of goodies they'd picked up around the store.
Would he be proud or embarrassed if she called him a donkey out loud in the store?
They had these springy headbands with various animal ears, cat, bear, rabbit, and so on, Jess picked black cats ears as a gift for her sister, thinking she was getting too grown-up for such silliness. Her uncle pointed out the matching tails in the next box along, passing over a really fluffy cat's tail. Jess held it for a moment how did you, Oh my god!
That shaped plastic part, she'd thought it might have a belt or something, she looked up at her grinning uncle as he winked at her, her face felt a little hot, in fact her skin was glowing, easily visible at the moment. These toys weren't as childish as she had imagined, perhaps only the ears for her younger sister; for herself she wasn't that sure.
She continued along the row, reaching some knock-down handbags, fancy belts and stuff, seeing one that looked like a bandoleer from a western movie, reading the attached label, she was going to have to stop being surprised. Girls were more forthright these days it wasn't for bullets, but for tampons, okay she didn't have that issue yet, but there were those panties as well 'closed-painters at work' some of the others were just too graphic.
Among all their nice toiletries were some books, mostly about massage techniques or how to have better sex, it got better? Uncle Pete suggested a massage book with a selection of scented body oils, plus some sun block while she remembered. Further along were more toys, they looked too advanced, she'd see how the her sleepover went first, though Uncle Pete really would want to hear about that in detail, he could be such an old letch at times.
They didn't grab much else, well just some bath-oil, as it was their other purchases would need to be delivered, taking one last look around she saw a sign above their toiletries area which succinctly iterated their policy regarding the absence of a makeup counter.
"Young girls don't require makeup – you cant improve on perfection.”
Jess sat on a nearby bench to get dressed, it wasn't that warm outside, and those stupid Fems might have made a reappearance.
At the checkout counter they arranged delivery details for the stuff they weren't carrying themselves. They didn't need to worry about emptying out their shopping bags, because those clothes and accessories were already on the system. Uncle Pete was complaining that his credit card was melting, the lady at the till laughed, suggesting that his lovely niece was sure to be grateful.
Jess intended to be very grateful indeed!
Look out for a branch of Tweenage Haven opening soon in your own neighbourhood!
Who will you take??
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Further stories from the - Alternate Laws Universe.
Any authors having storyline ideas inspired by this 'Universe' are cordially invited to join in.
The opening piece which provides a background which explains the environment in which all the other stories are set. (This is not a series as such, just tales in a common setting.)
A story regarding two well established but crumbling institutions that discover cooperation under these new enlightened amendments has significant mutual benefits.