"What...kind of store is this?"
Rose Masters hugs her sister Becca's arm fearfully. What amazed them prior were automatic doors opening for them. Having been sheltered by their Father Charles aka Chuck Masters, 80% of their young life everything around them appeared new. Elevators, now auto doors. Within the store things they had never ever seen before was met with reluctant awe and curiosity.
"What's this Tony?" Becca points at something green and monstrous.
"Riding lawn mower. I've got two of those on my farm."
"And, this? It looks like a monster with big teeth."
"A rototiller. It digs up the ground for gardening."
"That?" Rose points the opposite direction.
"Wheel barrel. It's used to carry things around."
"Like us?" Rose giggled.
"Sure. Hop in I'll push." The girls scurry to climb in side by side as he lifts the wheel barrel up and rolls them down the aisle. A pair of young men stocking shelves spots the trio and laughs. In passing, both girls frontally mooned them by parting their legs and letting them see their pussies. Tony merely smirked, nodding at them in passing. In walking by he whispers, "Weren't those nice?" Hesitant nods agreed with him.
"This is fun Tony."
"Clothing department coming up." The thought of new clothes made the girls giddy with excitement. That is until they saw the selections to choose from. Prissy meet John Deere. John was far from cute.
"Everything is so...green." Becca pouted as the girls left their chauffeur driven ride. As Tony notes Becca's skirt stuck riding up over her butt cheeks he grins and leaves it even as Rose notices it giggling to herself. Tony pointed and put a finger to his lips to remain silent. Rose complied and explored the bazillion t-shirts for girls. Some had really funny sayings like "Oh, John Deere?" with a woman calling out as if saying dinner was on. Too old fashioned, yet strangely funny. It shot right over Rose's head.
A butch woman that was employed there rounded the clothing racks and immediately noticed Becca's bare bottom, as much as could be seen, yet enough to capture her interest. Worried that she might get caught looking with a bit too much interest she forced herself to move on. Tony waved at her, in response she merely asked, "Finding everything you need?"
"Not quite. I heard tell you have bib overalls in pink. That true?"
"Yes. Over there in the farthest part of the women's section. Pink everything to honor breast cancer survivors."
"Anything that might fit these rascals?"
The woman realizes there were twins and bulges her eyes, "Oh my word. Two of them."
"Identical as all get out." He smirks.
The woman with Greta on her nametag smiles sheepishly, her thoughts saying, "If only the sister's skirt was ruffled up too then I'd agree. Stop looking, they're probably underage." Of course she did notice what she presumed was a butt plug. Perhaps not. That or their Father was mighty freaky. "I can show you."
She awaits Tony to reel in the girls from exploring the ugliest array of clothing they had ever seen. A loud whistle brought them running. To his shock they presumed it was time to kneel before Master. Chuckling at Greta he shakes his head.
"Get up before your knees get dirty." It was then Becca's skirt fell down to appear normal. Greta frowned with disappointment. Still, she did her job and guided them into pink territory. Seeing the two sides of the aisle with only pink attire the girls grew more intrigued. More t-shirts drew them in as Tony follows Greta to the bib overalls. Expecting to not find their size he found himself totally wrong. Even bump caps and tool belts. Tools with pink handles. Puckering at an echo of angels in his thoughts he looks back at Greta, "Think these fit my critters?"
"They're pretty petite. The bibs might still be big on them. Have them try on a pair."
"I reckon that's the only way of being certain. Mind showing them the dressing room?"
"Not at all it's right over there." A point leads Tony's attention to a middle of the store cubicle with a drawn curtain. Hillbilly fashion deserved hillbilly interior decor. Chuckling he cleared his throat before calling the twins.
"Come here." The girls hung up their shirts and both skipped to his side, their tits bouncing without bras lured in Greta for a mouth watering stare that Tony picked up on. "This nice lady is going to take you to the dressing room. I want you to try these on."
"What...are they?" Rose winced, "I've never seen this kind of...pants? We were never allowed to wear pants Tony." Greta realized then that Tony was not their father. Taken back she grew leery yet stayed for the sake of the yummy teens. Greta was going to hell.
"They're shorts not pants." He pointed out the open legs.
"They still hide our...other pink stuff." Becca shares in her sister's hesitance.
"Act lady like in front of our assistant here."
"Sorry Ma'am." They spoke as one voice.
"Heard it all, seen most of it. These should fit but we won't know for certain until you try them on. Follow me."
"I'll be here looking for other stuff." Tony adds, "Just come on out and show me how you look."
Led by Greta they discover the curtained barrier and look at each other. As Greta opens the curtain they begin to go inside, looking over the racks they notice a cluster of four male employees watching with grins. Greta so into her own world hadn't even realized her co-workers were loitering. With encouragement Greta told the girls she would be right outside if they required anything. In they went, Greta closing the curtain 90 % of the way. Noticing a mirror next to the enclosure she used it to spy on the opened 10%. Sly Greta, sly.
Taking their dresses off as if timed perfectly the girls stood nude shivering as they looked at the bibs trying to decide how to put them on. Becca tried hers on backwards until she realized the back of the bibs was thinner than the front, her tits on both sides of the pink denim. That couldn't be right, could it? Greta thought so grinning like the Devil. Safe to say Greta was into the girls as much as the guys moving about for a better look. They saw Becca's breasts and Rose's back. Too funny at how awkward the girls were made them hide their laughter. Greta was no different. She did notice both girls were definitely wearing butt plugs, not just Becca. It gave Greta the shivers in a good way.
Rose putting her bibs on the right way still found her cleavage popping at the sides as well as the front, yet the clothing did cover more. Her only problem was the big buttons for the shoulder straps and side loops. The side loops were easy to figure out but it took a bit to realize the straps. Not too bright with technology they finally opened the curtain and revealed themselves as appropriately as possible with no shirts beneath. The loitering men were gnawing on their fists at seeing barely concealed breasts.