Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Emily, a 16 year old dressing room attendant discovers her lesbian desires and meets the girl of her dreams! ------------- Emily could see her panty line in the mirror as she buttoned up her tight jeans and looked in the mirror. She new that she was supposed to wear a thong with these jeans, but she detested them. She didn't like flossing her teeth, so why should she floss her butt? Thongs didn't leave anything to the imagination - there was no anticipation with a thong - it left no package to unwrap. And so she had a thing for visible panty lines and always found her self drawn to them when she came across them on other women. "Bye mom! I'm going to work!" Emily shouted as she ran down the stairs and flew out the front door. She climbed into her hand-me-down car and drove off in the direction of the mall. Emily was 16 and had been working at a popular clothing store in the local mall. She had recently been promoted to manager of dressing rooms - which came with a small pay raise, but more importantly to Emily, an increased amount of independence. The dressing rooms were in a corner of the store away from the registers and the office, so she could work without having the store manager constantly breathing down her neck. She could run her area how she liked, which made for a work day which was far easier to get through than it had been. The other reason she liked working in the fitting rooms is that it gave her the opportunity to spend time with partially clothed women and girls. Emily had only recently started to become aware of her attraction to those of the same sex. Emily had never spent time fantasizing about boys like most of her peers, and she had started to wonder why she was different in this respect. She was not the most outgoing person in the world though, so not being interested in boys hadn't really had a big effect on her or her social life. She didn't have many friends, but the few she had she was close with. She had always been smart and would just as soon spend an evening reading a book or fiddling with her computer than go to a party. Most of the kids her age she couldn't stand - they all just seemed so immature. Emily's lack of interest in boys however did not mean that boys were not interested in her. At 5'4" she was considered petite, she had a slender body with no sign of any leftover baby-fat. Her hair was shoulder length, dyed black, and cut into something that resembled a bob. Her breasts were small, B cup, but with a sufficiently padded bra she could appear as though she had a moderate amount of cleavage. She hardly ever wore makeup, but usually had her short fingernails painted black or dark purple. Emily found herself in the position of having to refuse a fair number of suitors, but the fact that she wasn't part of the popular crowd at school meant that she was not overwhelmed with horny teenage boys. But recently she had found herself not only not attracted to boys, but actively attracted to girls! It was almost as if she woke up one morning and found herself sexually awake. She was, for lack of a better term, horny. She found herself filled with a desire that hitherto she had never known. If she didn't masturbate to relieve the pressure, her panties would quickly soak through with her wetness. Like a dog drooling at the sight of a bone, her pussy drooled at the sight of form fitting jeans, low-cut blouses, and those heavenly miniskirts. It was this newfound lust that prompted Emily to go on-line and order a spy-cam. In the dressing room area at work, the room in the far corner of the store had next to it another room (a dressing room at one time) which was used to store clothes that needed to be re-shelved. This is also where Emily could hang her coat, do any paperwork that needed to be done, etc. There was a shelf above the small desk where she would put her purse, and this shelf was in such a location that if one were to sit on it, one could see down, over the short walls that divided the dressing rooms, and into the next dressing room. And so, she had outfitted a purse of hers with the little camera and had spent most of her last paycheck on the high capacity solid state drive to which it would record. When she got in to work that day she put her purse up on the shelf like usual, this time making sure it was positioned in just the right way so that the camera had a perfect view of the room. She flipped it on and went about her business. Whenever a girl would come up to try something on and Emily found her attractive she would lead her back to the corner fitting room. It was a slow morning and a couple girls came back to try on blouses, but nothing she anticipated that would produce that good of a show. She lead them to the corner room nonetheless. It wasn't until about 1:30 that the most beautiful girl Emily had ever seen walked into the store. Emily was putting some blouses back on hangers when she heard a soft voice say "excuse me". She looked up and fell instantly in love. She was sure she was blushing and her mind reeled as her mouth managed to form the word, "Yes?" "I'd like to try these on." said the girl, holding up the pile of clothes she had in her hands. "Oh, right." sputtered Emily, forcing herself to come back to earth. "Right this way." She lead the girl back to the corner room and opened the door for her. "My name is Emily - let me know if you need another size of anything." she said with a smile. "What's your name?" Emily inquired. "Sara" was the response which Emily wrote on the little chalkboard on the fitting room door with a flourish. "Okay Sara, take your time and don't be shy about asking me if you need anything!" "Okay. Thank you Emily." the girl responded with a shy smile before the fitting room door closed between them. Emily quickly ducked back into the little employee room to compose herself. Sara was almost the exact same size as Emily - petite, but Emily was perhaps an inch taller. Sara however was very pale, her skin was like cream - which went well with her long, natural red hair. Her lips were thin and rosy while her eyes were large and dark. Everything about her was perfect, from her beautiful hair to her finely shaped nose, her small breasts and tight little butt. Emily was truly awestruck. She had never felt like this before. Her heart pounded in her chest and she could feel her crotch moisten as her pussy slipped against the satin material of her panties. Emily didn't have any experience flirting. The only things she knew were what she saw in movies, and most of those things seemed way to brazen to be plausible in real life. Sara seemed shy. She was by herself. Emily estimated that she was about 14, close enough to her own age that they must have things in common. She wondered if Sara had started high school yet. She racked her brain trying to think of things with which to talk about. She had been so flustered when they first met that Emily didn't see what she had taken in the room to try on. She found herself hoping it was something skimpy. A few minutes passed and Emily had just shown another girl into a dressing room when she heard Sara's melodic voice behind her. Her words were timid but clear. "Emily, I'm sorry to bother you, but do you think you could help me?" Emily beamed as she turned around and say her slender face sticking out of the dressing room. "I'm not sure if this is the right size." Emily walked over and Sara opened the door a little wider. She stayed in the dressing room but the door was open enough that Emily could see what she was wearing. Sara looked absolutely radiant in a formal satin gown. It was burgundy and the cut suited Sara's small frame wonderfully. It had cascading layers that when down the whole length, but still hugged Sara's body tightly. The back came down to the floor while the front of the dress came down to a few inches above Sara's knees, revealing her perfectly shaped creamy white thighs. It was not a low cut affair, but it was tight enough that it left the most exquisite twin bumps over her chest and Emily thought she could just make out the shape of her nipples through what must have been a thin bra. Emily was also delighted that the dress was tight enough that she could see the outlines of panties going over Sara's hips and down around her tightly hugged rear. "You look absolutely amazing!" was all that Emily could manage to say at first. Sara blushed, which Emily discovered was adorable, and spun around so that Emily could see her from all sides. "Is it supposed to be this tight?" Sara inquired. "Yes," replied Emily, trying to shake off the feelings that were threatening to overwhelm her, "it's supposed to be form-fitting. Of course you're meant to wear it with a thong." "Oh. I just can't stand thongs." "Me neither," said Emily glad that they had something in common to serve as an ice breaker. The dress is long enough that you could just go without panties all together." Emily smiled as she saw that this suggestion made Sara blush again. Emily went over and grabbed Sara by the hips, pinching the dress in between her fingers. It had been a little twisted and with a quick little pull Emily had straightened it out. Sara started a little at Emily's touch but didn't recoil. Emily put her hand just under Sara's breasts and slid it down over her tummy and crotch to smooth it out, all the while enjoying the feel of the tight body through the thin fabric of the dress. "There," she said as she did the same smoothing technique on Sara's back, this time running her hand over the delicious ass (a little too slowly Emily feared), "I think it looks great on you." Emily grabbed Sara's hand and pulled her out into the main fitting room area where there were several full length mirrors arranged in such a way as to allow you to see yourself from several angles. There was a hesitancy on Sara's part but it soon gave way and they found themselves both standing in front of the mirror, hand in hand. Emily suddenly realized that she was still holding Sara's hand, looking at their reflection thinking they made a beautiful couple. She gave Sara's hand a little squeeze and let go, noting the slight delay between when she opened her fingers and when Sara actually let go of her hand. Sara modeled the dress in front of the mirrors and Emily did the best she could to convince her that she looked stunning. She could tell that Sara was a bit shy and was nervous about how tight it was. Emily found out that she needed a nice dress for her cousin's wedding. Eventually Sara gave in and agreed that that was the dress she would wear. Then Emily helped her pick out shoes to go with it. All this while Emily was neglecting anyone else that came to the fitting rooms. She would tell people as they came to just take any open room - she didn't want to loose any time with Sara. She found that they had a lot in common. In the fall, Sara would be starting as a freshman at the same highchool that Emily went to. They seemed to have the same temperament and the same sense of humor. Like Emily, Sara preferred reading a good book to sports or parties, all the things that girls their age were supposed to like. As Sara was putting her clothes back on, Emily stood outside her dressing room, trying to figure out a way to see her again. "Do you need anything else while you're here?" She asked through the door. "No," came the unwelcome reply, "I'm running late, I am supposed to meet my mom at the coffee shop in a few minutes." Emily's heart sank. "But I do need a bathing suit now that the weather is getting warm. Maybe I'll come back tomorrow." "I won't be at work tomorrow," said Emily, "how about the day after?" Emily knew that there was absolutely no reason why Sara would need her specifically in order to buy a swimsuit, but was relieved when Sara replied, "Okay, the day after tomorrow then. Same time?" "I'll be here!" Emily said with a huge smile. Another customer called Emily over, wanting to know if they had a skirt in a different size. Sara came out and didn't want to interrupt so she slipped over to the register, paid for her outfit, and left without saying goodbye (much to Emily's disappointment). A little while later it came time for Emily to take her lunch break. She walked across the mall to the restrooms she knew were out of the way and likely to have the fewest people in them. She slipped into a stall, locked the door, and immediately slid her hand down the front of her jeans. After massaging her pussy for a little bit like this, she finally undid them, pulled down her white silk panties (which had a noticeable wet spot in the crotch), sat down on the toilet and spread her legs as far as she could while her ankles were trapped by her pant legs. She masturbated furiously, sticking her left middle finger as deep as she could into her vagina as her right worked at her clitoris. She tried to remember everything she could about Sara as she masturbated. Her smile, her skin, the whiteness of her thighs . . . she thought about how she would watch the video when she got home and get to see Sara change - she tried to imagine what color bra and panties she was wearing. She imagined Sara's lips pressing firmly against hers. She came in what was the most intense orgasm she had had up until that point. She cleaned herself up and went back to work, glowing for the rest of the day. When Emily got home that night she ran straight to her room and copied the day's video onto her computer. The video looked pretty good, she only wished that it wasn't looking down at people. If only she could find a way to stick the camera in the wall, she though. She zipped through the beginning of the video which had some nice footage of some large chested teens. She had a one track mind right now though. Sara was all that she cared about. She kept fast forwarding until she saw a head of read hair enter the dressing room. She stopped it and watched with baited breath as Sara began to take off the t-shirt she had been wearing. A white lace bra covered her little breasts and Emily's hand moved to her own chest. She started to massage her nipples with one hand. Sara was taking off her jeans now and Emily could make out her matching silk panties, bikini cut, hiding Sara's most delicious charms. Emily's left hand moved down to her crotch and she started rubbing her pussy through her clothes. She was about to slip her hand under her waistband when a knock at her bedroom door shocked her back into reality. "Time for dinner" her mother's voice called out from the other side of her door. "Okay, I'll be down in a minute," Emily tried to hide the excitement in her voice. Turning her attention back to her screen she could now see herself in the dressing room, adjusting Sara's dress. She pressed fast forward again and zoomed past the footage of the empty room as she and Sara were out by the mirror. Finally Sara came back into the dressing room and Emily noticed something she didn't immediately pick up on. She had to rewind and play it again to make sure. Sara walked into the dressing room and turned around, saying something to the Emily who was off screen. The dressing room door closed and Sara put her hand up to the door as if reaching after Emily. Sara's lips pursed and she kissed the air, and her shoulders rose and fell with a deep sigh. Was it possible Sara was attracted to her too? It was hard to tell from the video but Emily's mind raced with the possibilities. Butterflies filled her stomach and her checks turned red. Emily's little sister, Robin, stood in the door. Unable to see the monitor from there, she looked at Emily's face and wondered why she had such an odd expression on it. "Emily!" she called out, snapping her sister back out of her head. "It's time for dinner." "Oh yeah. I'm coming." Emily told her computer to shut down and she went with her sister down stairs to dinner. The next day Emily found it difficult to concentrate on anything, anticipating her next meeting with Sara.