Shopping Spree

That quite pretty girl with the ponytail had remembered to put on her white dress with black dots, but apparently not everything else! I was following her up the hill and so I knew her bum was bare. I didn't even know if she realised I could see! But I could glimpse quite a bit just under her hem, and when the breeze lifted that skirt, much more.

I so envied her. Why were girls allowed to get away with that? My panties always drove me crazy on sultry days like this, I so wished I could just take them off and go round without any on. Boys always had to wear the hottest clothes that girls were allowed to slip out of in summer, it wasn't fair.

This girl was being so carelessly free about her absence of knickers that I was starting to feel like she was showing off. It was making me indignant, and those frequent flashes and flicks of her sweet peachy bumcheeks weren't exactly cooling me down! As we neared the top of the hill I made up my mind to overtake her.

Her other cheeks were pretty too, and her nice eyelashes made my heart flutter like the eyelashes themselves no doubt did, whenever this girl met someone she liked. But in my boy-skirt with panties underneath I was sure that wasn't going to be me, so much so I almost couldn't bear to be seen by her.

I was still feeing a bit downcast by the time I neared the supermarket on top of the hill, but one look at the impossibly fair ephemeral girl by the entrance melted me. She was more like a smell was than a person. I'd never be horrid to her, never.

How could I? She was so dainty and light. I stepped back to let her in first and she mouthed: "Thank you," not saying it aloud or looking at me.

I was starting to wish they'd open a separate supermarket for girls! This one seemed to put me in a flurry every time I went. Presently my path through the aisles brought me in sight of a little redhead who looked so like a starlet that I wondered she didn't have someone to do the shopping for her. She was wearing sandals, a dark blue jacket and a peachy-pink dress, very short.

"I've just got to sort out my straps!" she shouted to her mother and brother, as I approached. Then she stooped almost double, with her back to me. My heartbeat quickened with excitement and hope, but I didn't quite manage to glimpse her knickers.

She straightened up and ran back to her family, while I felt dizzy. My heart was still pounding and I longed to have seen. I couldn't resist going to watch her some more.

From the end of the cream cakes section I gazed as she carelessly teased her big brother, tickling him and pinching him. His hair was almost as red as hers, but she was making his face redder still! He looked like he was just at that hormonal age when everything was a pain, and I pitied him. Somehow though I had a sneaking feeling he wasn't the only boy here who was being teased.

Presently the girl bent again to fiddle with her sandal-straps, and this time my heart leapt because I did see her knickers. They were dark blue with a printed pattern of swirly white clouds.

Then all of a sudden I looked down at myself, and noticed what an effect all this tantalizing excitement had had on me! My skirts were really bunched-up in front, and anyone would be able to see. Worse still, the redhead's mother might be back any second! Red about my own face I fled for the frozen goods, and I was sure the girl was giggling.

It was the best place to cool me down, I was so hot and flurried from running! I felt very pettish, as I always did when a girl had teased me, but at least now I'd seen her knickers she wouldn't be able to fly for a bit, until her powers returned. It didn't feel very much like getting my own back, but it was something!

And speaking of which! Without even trying I suddenly found myself staring at a girl's black underwear and bum! She'd been bending over to load her shopping-basket with margherita pizza and cookie-dough when breathlessly I rounded the aisle.

Hastening to the other side of her I was just in time to get the best possible view down her top before she straightened up. The sight of such dreamy boobs must have left me crimson, because she smiled at me, making me blush all the more.

She was very cheesy in a bookish kind of way, probably a student. My head was spinning with her, so of course I ended up carrying her basket to the checkout and helping her pack her bags. I couldn't believe I'd seen the pants of a girl this age!

As I walked with her to the exit, carrying the bags for her, it made me tingle to think I knew all about the black underwear she had on under that gauzy beige skirt! But should I tell her? That thought was agony. As soon as we went outside she was sure to want to fly home with her groceries, but because I'd seen her underwear she'd find that she couldn't.

If I confessed I'd taken a good look, and then after that if I showed her my pants, she'd be able to fly again right away. Easier by far for me not to, as I sure didn't need any more blushes today! The only problem was that in that case she'd have to wait a while for her powers to come back, and she'd bought ice-cream!

Oh, what was I going to do? I so didn't want this sweet cheesy student to be mad at me! But once we were outside she thanked me and curtsied, then took the bags and lifted off right away!

I was left too bewildered to even curtsey back in goodbye. The pretty student giggled at my befuddlement.

"That only works on knickers, and these are actually little shorts," she explained. "The only sensible thing for a girl to wear to the supermarket if she wants to fly straight home, all that bending over with keen-eyed little boys like you around!"

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