As I walked down the busy street, my stomach churned with anticipation. I had to resist the urge to keep glancing at my phone, checking the time. I was meeting my best friend Rachel at the Scat Girl Store, and even though it was just after lunch, I couldn't wait to get there.
The store was tucked away in an alleyway, hidden from view by colorful graffiti and a rusty iron gate. I pushed it open, and there it was: the Scat Girl Store. The sign was made out of neon pink and black letters that flickered like a strobe light, and I could hear music blasting from inside.
Rachel was already there, standing by the door with a mischievous grin on her face. "Hey," she said, giving me a warm hug, "You look nervous. Don't tell me you're backing out?"
I shook my head, my fingers twitching with excitement, "No way! Let's do this!"
We pushed our way inside, and the music hit us like a wave. It was a slow, seductive beat that made me want to dance. The store was small and packed full of girls, all of them moving to the music. But what caught my eye was the lingerie.
Oh my god, the lingerie! It was all black and glittery, and some of the pieces included little animal faces or even actual poop emojis. I felt my cheeks warm up as I realized what this was all about. We were here to try on shitting clothes.
Rachel, who was already trying on a pair of black lace panties covered in cat faces, grinned at me and said, "See anything you like?"
I nodded, feeling my heartbeat accelerate. There was a red latex mini-dress with a big round hole in the back where it looked like someone had taken a shit. And next to it was a pair of thigh-high stockings with little shit and piss stains on them. My fingers itched to touch them.
We each picked out a few items and went to the changing room. I locked the door behind us and started stripping off my clothes, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. This was unlike anything I'd ever done before... but it turned me on in a way nothing else had.
When I came out of the changing room, Rachel's eyes widened. "Damn!" she said, letting out a low whistle. "You look hot."
I blushed and smiled at her, loving the compliment. I was wearing the mini-dress and a black choker with a tiny gold poop emoji on it. My hair was pulled back into a tight bun, revealing my neck and ears.
We paid for our items and went back outside, giggling like schoolgirls. As we walked down the street, people stared at us, but we couldn't bring ourselves to care. We were living our best shit life now.
Back at Rachel's place, we sat on her bed together, fingering the soft material of our new clothes. "You know what we have to do now, right?" Rachel asked, her eyes glinting with mischief.
I nodded, my heart racing. I knew what she was suggesting, and I was more than ready for it. We locked the door and shut the blinds, and then it was just the two of us in our little world of shit and lingerie.
