One Click Chicks Forum - [Non Fiction Stories - Exhibitionist] Accidental exposure on purpose?

So, it was an exciting, tense scene yesterday at H&M. Maren was extremley nervous, but guess what: she's very proud and somewhat embarrassed by her own achivements :O I'm gonna take you through it slowly and tell it excactly how it happened, cause I think it's pretty exciting to explain how I felt througout. I must warn you though, it doesn't get incredibly exhibionistic. I think I did good, especially for my first time, but a lot of people might see this as somewhat innocent. I'm mentioning this, so no one gets dissappointed after reading through this epic wall of text.

SATURDAY, FIRST TRY:
Not unexpectedly, H&M was filled with christmas shoppers yesterday. When I first got there I took quite a while to build up the courage, using ages browsing in the isles. I was seriously about to drop it entirely. Then I thought to myself, "you know what Maren, you can at least try these clothes on, before you give up." I also remembered a comment someone made, about wearing something "risky" in the area right outside the changing cubicles, which I thought sounded appealing. So I found some white tops that I knew would get somewhat see-through. When I finally went to the cubicals, my belly was dancing around my torso in exitement. There were a fair amount of people in the changing area and guys too, so of course I chickened out and closed the curtain shot. I'm also glad there wasn't a line or anything, then I would probably never had done any of it. Maybe I should describe the changing-room area. It's kind of a wide hallway, with cubicals on the left side and an opening into the rest of the store at the middle. I took a cubical in the hallway, so I realized pretty early on that going out wearing something suggestive was the easier way to get seen. I have to save the "changing with curtain opening"-scenario 'till another time.

So, in the booth. The first top was too transparent for me to dare removing my black bra, but I found it exhilarating enough that it was showing through (cause that's how tame my life is xD). I stepped outside "too look at the bigger mirror on the wall". It wasn't so bad, I was dressed after all. Had a feeling that everyone was watching me and that they all could read the red on my face, but it was probably just my imagination. I went back in, removed the top and then I removed my bra, thinking, now I have to push myself further. At this point I felt a little easier about it. Maybe I didn't imagine I'd actually go through with anything else.

I tried on one of the other tops. From my perspective, it looked pretty obvious that I didn't have anything underneath. I could definitly see the pointyness of my nipples, but then again I was looking for it. So, I stepped out and immediately got very light headed. Then I got terrifyied. When I saw myself in the outside mirror I could absolutley see the brown through the white, if you know what I mean... and the shape of my nipples were pretty obvious too... And then, I catched a woman staring at me. She tried to be subtle and pretend it was only casual, but I knew she saw. I went back inside as fast as possible without running xD I really felt I was being judged and my face was red and felt like I was burning up inside. This was enough for me, and I had to get back in my clothes and get out of there.

I went and bougth a cappuccino next door and locked myself in a bathroom stall just to clear my head from all the people outside. To my suprice I got over it really quickly though, even the woman. I felt my heart beating, but it was out of excitement as much as terror. I felt like I had just been running. I almost immediately started fetishising the expierience, even though I knew there wasn't really much of an episode to anyone but me. And then, I had to please myself. This is not a lie I tell to make my story more interessting, but really, there was no way out of this. There was something animalistic about it. I had to just put my cappucino down, pull down my jeans and do it. I'm including it cause I know some of you want to hear it, and also it definitly turns me on to mention this very private thing about myself. The excitement was like an out of body expierience. I know it's cheesy to say this, but I felt so naughty having myself on display like that. And I still do :)

SATURDAY, SECOND TRY:
The feeling was overwealming, I went back into the store for round 2, still with butterflies, but definitly more determened. I picked out new tops and this time I went for the gold medal and completley overestimated my new found courage. When I got to the cubicals there were less people though, and no men at all. I think this really boosted my confidence. I also got one of the cubicals close to the middle, where the hallway opens up to the rest of the store. First I hiked on a short skirt that looked just lovely but really wasn't my size, and then I tried on a couple of tops that were similar to the one I mentioned earlier, none more promiscuous at least. But then, I came to the most scary of them all. I tried it on, a low cut top that was meant for wearing something underneath, definitly transparent. A top that I think someone would be wanting attention if they were to wear it alone. I can try describing it, as I didn't find any photos on H&Ms website. It was a translucent dark grey with white flowers on it, maybe I should buy it as a christmas gift to myself :) Would have looked cool with a black top under it.

I felt light headed again as I finally built up the courage and walked out of the cubicle, and I kept fubling with my phone to try and draw attention away from my chest. The middle cubicals were further away from the mirrors, so the length of the walk felt frightening . I also felt so naked in the thin fabric and the short skirt (yes I was wearing panties, but still), like: this is something someone else would wear, not me. Then I looked in the mirror, and... the top was SO see-through in this light... OMG! :eek::eek: I may be overreacting, but I felt like I could have been topless. My breast were basicly on display and I covered them up so quicly that I almost dropped my phone to the floor. I went back inside almost immediately, my heart pounding. I didn't even dare to look around me, but I don't think there were any curious spectators this time. I looked myself deep in the eyes in the mirror and tried smiling and laughing to myself to relax, but it didn't quite work. Once again my face was red as a strawberry and it felt like I had been running a mini marathon. I knew I had to get out again. I got dressed, left the tops and skirt in the cubicle and got home as fast as I could. The air was cold, but I felt warm neverthereless.

Wish I had a good way of ending the story. May I suggest, to be continued? :) I'm very pleased with myself and I might be doing this again. I think you can all guess what I had to do when I got home. And afterwards I ate an entire bag of chocolates, which I felt I deserved, but left me ful :) Some might find this text to be tame (which I understand), but I think I got a lot further then I'd ever expected. Thank you all for listening and helping me with motivation and thanks to Juliet for the wonderful suggestion (even though I did it a little differently) :) Can't wait to hear what you think about this :D