The Shoplifter Chapter Two - Sex Stories

The Shoplifter Chapter Two

... normally wore, my outfit was dumpy and I was actually thankful that it was. I did not want even a side glance from a boy and I didn’t get one. I wanted only to hide and let the time pass. There was nothing that interested me. I simply walked along and worked to keep my head under control. I was a different person—a sad, depressed young woman trying to understand a completely new role in life. I could tell my friends were disappointed. I was normally in the middle of everything, involved in the chatter, and advocating the fun, but now I hung back by myself trying to avoid any exposure. Several times Cindy asked if I was ok. Finally, I told her quietly I was having lady challenges. I think she assumed something had gone wrong with Kyle and me. It was all I could think of to say and it seemed to explain to her why I was acting differently. That was all that mattered. As far as I was concerned, I convinced myself this had been way too soon to come back here. Maybe in time I would feel comfortable in similar circumstances again, but it would take a lot more time. Looking back, this trip to the mall was the first recognition of big changes in my life. It was the first time I realized things would never be the same. I was a different person; I was no longer the young carefree innocent virgin. I was a very shameful, immoral woman. My concept of myself had changed more than I can describe and there was no way back to anything I had before. I thought I had a firm grasp on things and ...

... could get back to normal, but that just was not the case. My new “normal” had to be recognized. The terrible guilt I carried completely ruined my self-image. Only the lowest form of life would do what I did. Only a slut would get caught shoplifting and pay it off by whoring a guard. With each step down the corridor at the mall, I became more horribly depressed. I was a completely different person. I drove them home and headed home myself as soon as possible. Looking back, the early return to the mall was a pivotal indicator for me. Things would never be the same. My life had changed completely. After that trip to the mall my amigos soon began to drift away from me. It was not that they came out and said anything or did anything differently. It was just that the bond that held us together was gone. I could no longer be the cute high school senior in the short skirt, flirting with boys in the mall. I had heavy stuff to deal with and I could not keep it hidden very well. The very thought of flirting with a young guy was repulsive. That portion of my brain was fully occupied by a new wild guilt and associated weird sexual feelings I did not understand—a new sexual consciousness that really scared me. They were still young girls having fun...Mallmart shoplifting had converted me to a mature woman with serious sexual concerns. Soon they found other transportation. After school they were still going to the mall, but I would refuse to go if invited and just drive home and spend time in ...