[FLP00]

We're back, ladies and gentlemen! It's time to see what our young collaborator has reserved for the blondie. There it goes!

In the blonde's cubicle clothing sounds can be heard. Through the empty clearance below the lower end of the curtain and the floor we can see her stocking-clad feet. Suddenly, her ankles and lower calves are covered by plaid fabric; she has dropped her skirt. Then she steps out of the garment, which briefly stays in the floor until her hand picks it up. Meanwhile, in the adjacent cubicle, the boy has attached a small mirror atop of the fishing pole and proceeds to carefully throw the hook over the wooden wall that separates both cubicles. His eyes look at the small mirror. Blondie is now pulling up her legs the new skirt that she may want to purchase.

He may catch something big. Important, in any case. Soon will find out!

And yes, soon the blonde's pleated skirt is in the boy's hands. The boy, meanwhile, is making serious efforts to contain his laughter. He unhooks the skirt and places it over his shoulder. Then he prepares the hook again and waits. The blonde's feet steps out of the new skirt as she has removed it. Then her feet turn around and a surprised muttering is heard; 'Uh?'

A very nice skirt, boy! I'm sure that her original owner won't be bothered by you having it, ha-ha!

The boy places on hand on his mouth in order to contain his snickering. The blonde stays in the cubicled for seeral seconds, apparently confused. Then she slightly opens the curtain, enough for his cute head to stick out. Her eyes don't show any fear yet, only confusion. She looks across the corridor, probably looking for a clue about where did her skirt go. In that right moment the boy quickly throws the hook again and operated equally quick. Soon, the new skirt is also in his power, leaving the blonde without anything to wear waist down.

What a great fisherman he is! When he grows up he'll be able to charm the pants off of every girl. That being said, he'll be quite unconventional in his methods!

Convinced that there was nobody in the corridor, the blonde closes the curtain again. Her feet turn around and a loud and unmistakeable 'OH!' is registered by the camera's microphone. At the other side of the wooden wall the young boy bites his forearm, fighting the urge to burst into a fit of laughter. Then, tiptoeing again, he leaves the fitting room with the skirts.

Well, Blondie; at least you'll be comfortable. Those skirts seemed a bit oppressive anyway!

Blondie doesn't seem very happy as her head sticks out of the curtain again. She desperately looks at the corridor looking for her skirt, or at least for a clue of where could it have gone. Obviously, she doesn't see anything. Her face is turning red.

C'mon, Blondie! Get out so we can see you. Don't be shy!

Then, after meditating about it, she opens the curtains and exits to the corridor with her hands on her crotch. She walks slightly bent over and in short steps, which gives an idea of how embarrassed she feels. Waist down she's just wearing her lacy sockings and patterned underwear.

Ah, the Walk of Ridicule! So typical on girls enduring this kind of situation...

After convincing herself bitterly that her skirt was not in the corridor she decides to check the other cubicles. Her hands keep tightly clasped to her front pelvic area, so when she turns around to check the cubicles her underwear-clad buttocks point to the camera. She has a quite big ass.

Hey Blondie! Those are some nice briefs you've got on, very pretty! And also very snug-fitting, aren't they? Or maybe that's the result of too many chocolates and cupcakes? Ha-ha-ha!

Blondie has checked all the cubicles and has not found her skirt. Desperate, embarrassed and frustrated, she finally takes her hands away from her crotch and places them on her head. We can see that the front side of her underwear is made of soft lace. She bites her lower lip, but the gesture has nothing sexy on it. She's starting to feel really anxious. 'How I'm gonna walk home now?', she asks to herself, bitterly.

Uh... mortified, maybe? Ha-ha!

After walking up an down the corridor for several minutes she seems resolved to leave. The store is about to close. Blondie places one hand on her crotch, the other on her big ass (she doesn't really manage to cover any of those areas) and, displaying the Walk of Ridicule once again, leaves the fitting room discreetely.

Good luck, Blondie! Thanks for ridiculing yourself for our amusement, ha-ha!

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