Julia's Caught Panty Shopping

    Julia walked through the mall. Every store seemed to call out to her like a line of sirens, each one singing their own seductive song. Julia found herself staring at a cinnamon roll kiosk, and had to force herself to keep walking. Her mouth was watering at the idea of the yummy little roll, dripping sweet icing, but she couldn't afford it. Julia only had a few dollar bills in her purse, and she had sworn to herself (and her mother!) that she would spend it clothes-shopping. It was a frightfully boring process, but Julia knew a store near the middle of the mall with low prices.
    The mall was crowded today. Julia walked past a couple making out, an obese man eating a chili dog, and a woman holding a baby. The average mall mob. There were even more people near the middle of the mall, going into shops, walking out of shops, and even people simply walking around. Julia suddenly realized that the mall wasn't a social area, but rather a money-sucking parasite disguised as a teenage social area. Julia's epiphany was gone just as soon as it had appeared, and she began looking around to see if any of her friends were around. Unfortunately, there wasn't any sign of anybody she knew.
    The store Julia was searching for came into view, a place called "Season of Change". The place only sold female clothing. Julia never quite understood the name, but the prices were good so she decided not to dwell on it too much. She stepped inside, and instantly felt as though she had stepped into a different world. One nearly devoid of life. Julia liked it. The store was nearly empty, only a few people were looking around the store opposed to the endless waves of people outside the store in the mall.
    "Season of Change" employees had the store arranged in a certain way. Jeans and shorts were against the side wall. Shirts were on display in the middle, visible as soon as a customer entered the shop, and everything else was near the back of the store. A quaint little place, a personal favorite of Julia's.
    Julia was that rare customer who bypassed the shirts (which most customers instantly flocked to) to look around and see what other clothing the store held. She found herself in the back, next to a hat rack. She was examining a "Lamb of God" hat (one that might have looked very nice in her upcoming yearbook photo shoot), when something to the side of the hat rack caught her eye. There on the wall display, between the socks and bras, were rows of panties. Julia put the hat back on the shelf. Her friend Gina had given her a wedgie recently, and accidentally ripped a pair of her favorite purple panties, so Julia needed to buy more.
    Julia grabbed a plain white pair of panties. The price tag dangled loosely off from the waistband. The price seemed reasonable enough, but Julia was suspicious. She didn't want a repeat of the ripping wedgie she had gotten from Gina. She wanted undies that would be durable and last, not cheap, rip easy panties. She looked around the small store, and her gaze stopped on the changing rooms.
    There were two changing rooms, side-by-side next to the counter where two bored-looking clerks stood. Julia walked over casually, trying to hide the panties she held. She opened the changing room door, and then stepped inside to find herself in a small area with a tall mirror. One wall had two coat hooks while the opposite wall had a small bench. Julia cast a nervous glance at the door, and then slowly pulled off her jeans. When she had pulled them off, Julia began to take off her yellow panties. After a few moments, she dropped her bright pair of underwear onto the floor next to her jeans. All she was wearing was a pink shirt and pink shoes.
    There was a knock at the door.
    "Hello?" Came an impatient voice. Julia jumped in surprise, and looked at the door, "Are you in there?"
    "Yeah," Julia replied, "I'm going to be a few more minutes."
    "Alright," The voice said. Julia heard a few faint footsteps and knew the person had left.
    Sighing in relief, Julia picked up the unpurchased pair of panties, and began to slip them on. Now she stood looking at herself in the mirror, admiring the white panties. The tag upset the image a little, but she didn't mind. Julia's hands crept to the back waistband of the panties, and yanked them up, giving herself a small wedgie. There was no ripping sound from the panties, and Julia was impressed. However, despite the wedgie, she felt a little unfulfilled. Julia looked around the changing room, and then noticed something. She began to grin as she eyed the coat hooks, placed high above the floor.

    There came a knock at the door.
    "Are you still in there? You need to hurry up!"
    Julia raised her head, "Oh, uh, yeah! One more minute!"
    "Okay, but you need to hurry up. There are more people out here who would like to use the changing rooms!"
    Julia remembered that the mall had been crowded. She looked at the door and could just imagine a line of people standing outside waiting for her to leave. Julia looked the other way, and saw the mirror. Reflected in the mirror was herself, hanging in a wedgie. The legholes of the panties were looped around the two coat hooks, and her feet hung only a small distance from the ground. Now she needed to get down so she could buy these panties, Julia could remake this wedgie later tonight.
    The only problem was that Julia couldn't find a way to get down. She didn't want to kick the wall and hoist herself up, as the thin changing room walls felt like paper or cardboard. That would break it. She also didn't want to rip such a strong pair of undies.
    "Ma'am? Are you alright in there?" There was a new voice.
    "Yes! I'm fine!" Julia called back.
    "Well, I'm coming in. You've been in there for nearly a half-hour now, and there are other customers."
    Julia heard the chime of various keys jangling together, and then heard the key turn in the changing room lock. The door swung open, revealing a blonde clerk. Julia watched the clerk's eyes widen as her mouth fell open in surprise at the sight before her, and Julia smiled as she continued to hang by the panties.
    Julia and the clerk remained in a short staring contest for a few moments, and then Julia broke the silence.
    "Well, I don't want to buy a pair that will rip!"