Emma's Walk of Woe

The constant background noise of the crowded shopping mall hummed in Emma's ears as she strode confidently towards the food court and the set of bathrooms where she and her companion would make their change. Emma worked hard to suppress a smirk at the thought of what would then follow, and struggled instead to force an expression of worry and nervousness on to her face. She turned and looked at her companion - a dark-haired man of medium build and brown eyes that similarly seemed to have a strange twinkle in them - who in glanced in her direction and gave Emma a short smile.

"Still on for this?" he said, almost too casually for Emma's tastes.

Emma nodded and smiled back, although the briefest flicker of suspicion lit up her imagination before it was extinguished by the thrill of impending revenge. What was going to happen next was so totally deserved that she could taste the sense of self-righteous vindication in her mouth.

"Yeah," Emma replied, with a put-on hesitant tone that she hoped played to her role as the hapless victim of her own dare, "yeah, I think so."

Emma hid the flash of evil satisfaction that wanted to burst out onto her face. It had been perhaps Emma's greatest act of self-control not to have slapped her companion to the ground and pummelled him there on the spot.

As they continued their walk to bathrooms Emma couldn't help but flash-back to that night last week. She'd been humiliatingly left on the side of the road, masturbating for anyone to see, and trapped like a deer in the headlights as a random car honked at her brazen display of exhibitionism. 'Forced exhibitionism' Emma thought, somewhat bitterly.

As she'd lost control that night, and the insanity of her outfit - something her flatmate was solely to blame for, Emma's thoughts screamed - had tipped her over the edge, a kind of cold, hard focus had gripped her.

She could have - once she'd finished moaning, panting, and exposing her most private and intimate experience for the benefit of her neighbours - stormed home, found something blunt, and unleashed womanly fury on her flatmate. It had been tempting. Oh so very tempting.

But a small part of Emma's mind had cautioned against it. Advised instead that revenge was so much better when it was unexpected. Besides, the voice in her head had said, blunt-force trauma to the head was so much better than her flatmate deserved.

Inwardly, Emma grinned. Today was the day that such epic self-control was going to pay full dividends. Today was the day that her flatmate - Scott - was about to get a full taste of what Emma felt like on that fateful night.

"No mercy." Emma whispered, steeling herself for what was to come.

Scott turned and looked at her. "What?" he asked.

Emma looked back and realised she'd actually said that out-loud by mistake. "Oh, nothing, nothing, I was just... ahh... saying... 'have mercy'.... praying to whichever Gods are listening right now!" Emma said, with a fake laugh.

The two flatmates were casually dressed, and nothing out of the ordinary could have caught the attention of any bystanders prone to suspicion.

Emma walked through the mall in a tidy purple t-shirt matched with long blue jeans, while Scott strolled beside her in a nondescript combination of light-blue collared shirt and dark grey slacks. That both of them also carried large plastic bags was not out of the ordinary for a shopping mall, even if the contents - had anyone had the opportunity to look - most definitely were.

They reached the bathrooms, and both independently drew in a deep breath at the same time.

"So," Scott said, with an edge of forced casualness, "this is it. Not too late to back out." he added.

Emma cast her eyes down in an attempt to look shy, even though her mind raced with the thrill of the revenge soon to be delivered.

"No.... no.... let's, let's do this.... okay?" she stammered, repressing a smirk as she looked into Scott's eyes with what she hoped passed as a sincere look of trepidation.

Scott just nodded and smiled.

"You know, I don't mind telling you that I thought you'd be super pissed after that incident last week."

Emma fought back a subconscious twitch as her flatmate had the audacity to remind her of her previous abject humiliation.

"No... not... not really..." Emma lied.

Scott shrugged. "I mean, I hadn't really meant for you to masturbate on the street like that, you know, for everyone to see."

Emma gritted her teeth and tried to smile sweetly.

"What happened, happened, you know?" she said, trying to brush off the unforgivable, "And besides, I think I know why you tried to do it... you know... to push me out of my comfort zone..."

Emma looked down again, not trusting her eyes to not convey the desperate need for vengeance that had drove her to set up today's "challenge".

Scott stopped pushing though, and simply pointed at an approaching woman - tall, brunette, and carrying two large unseasonal black coats.

"Hi," the woman said as she stopped in front of them, "so you both know the game?"

Scott nodded, and Emma also signalled her acknowledgement after a brief secret wink at the woman.

It was simple. Deceptively so.

In an effort to "challenge" herself, Emma had shyly asked Scott to participate in a strange game of self-control. To - as she'd explained it, hesitantly - experience the thrill of not quite being in control, but fighting for one's own honour.

Each of them would go into their respective bathrooms and change into the outfits they'd carried in the plastic bags. These outfits were, to say the very least, highly embarrassing. The clothes they'd worn coming here would then be stuffed in the plastic bags and handed back to their companion - Rebecca - a friend of Emma's who'd Emma had confided her secret interests to.

Not that she'd had too much of a choice in that as the details of her previous escapade had filtered out. That none of her friends had yet seen photos was a miracle that still caused Emma to break out in a deep red blush whenever she thought about it.

Once in their embarrassing clothing, they would put on the coats Rebecca had brought, and walk back to the car together.

That in of itself was the easy part. The harder part was the small additional challenge that Rebecca had been instructed to completely cover the insides of the coats with itching powder once they were back outside.

Emma's eyes flashed at that thought, and a small sense of triumph began to well up even as the two flatmates silently took their coats from their companion.

They would both have to walk back to their car fighting against the base urge to throw the coat off, and should someone be no longer able to resist the itching and irritation of the coat, then they'd have to finish the walk back to the car in truely humiliating attire.

Emma looked at Scott as he began to make his way to the men's bathroom, and felt a momentary twinge of compassion. That was quickly stomped down though by the memory of collapsing to her feet in the middle of their street and fingering herself to a noisy and very public climax, all due to his meddling.

No, she reminded herself, he had this coming!

Emma took her coat of Rebecca, and smiled. Rebecca nodded at her, and Emma allowed herself to smirk.

Scott had been an idiot to agree to one of Emma's friends handling the coats and taking their other clothes. Sure, it had been necessary to have a third party to ensure the process was followed, but for him to permit one of Emma's own friends to fulfil that role? Well, if he didn't deserve what was about to happen on the basis of his past transgresses, he'd deserve it for this fresh act of stupidity alone.

For Emma had quietly arranged for only one of the coats to be covered in itching powder, and for Rebecca to use a far more powerful itching powder than the two flatmates had originally agreed to.

As well as that, a group of Emma's own friends waited at their car unbeknownst to Scott, cameras at the ready to ensure he was completely humiliated in his oh-so-embarrassing costume.

Emma's own coat of course was just an ordinary coat, with absolutely nothing to cause her any concern at all.

Rebecca silently showed Emma two itching powder containers, and Emma didn't need to say anything to understand that the one used on her coat would be an innocent substance, while the one that would be used on Scott's coat would rain the fires of hell down on his bare skin.

"Back in a moment," Emma said, smiling.

She disappeared into the ladies' bathroom and found an empty stall. Without any hesitation, Emma stripped out of her t-shirt, jeans, bra and panties, and retrieved her "outfit" from the bag she'd been carrying.

To ensure Scott didn't catch on to the deception too early she'd at least have to wear it under her coat, not that anyone else had any chance of seeing it. She smiled with a sense of grim satisfaction.

She pulled out the first item, a short pink crop top that barely covered anything and that been inscribed with the words "stupid slut" in sharp black vivid on the front. Turning it around, she inspected the words that had been added on the back. "#MAGA!". She shivered slightly at that. Still, she slipped it on over her head and tried to pull it down as far as it would go. It still barely covered the bottom of her boobs, and if she walked to quickly she'd risk flashing the underside of her breasts with every step.

Thank God for the coat! Emma thought.

Next up were a pair of large granny panties that looked completely unflattering. Not aiding in that was the fact that the words "Fat Ass!" were prominently displayed on the backside, and the crotch had a "Frozen" badge sewn on to it proudly displaying the smiling faces of Elsa and Anna.

Emma clenched her jaw at the thought that Scott seriously thought she'd risk walking through the mall dressed like this. That asshole!

Shaking her head to clear her mind, she threw on the coat and quickly stuffed her old clothes in the plastic bag. Emma was only moments away from exacting revenge on her bastard flatmate, and her pulse was quickening with excitement.

"Revenge is a dish best served cold..." Emma muttered, "... and served in a very public food court!" she added, wickedly.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the stall door, looked around, and then confidently walked out decked in her heavy winter coat. That she was wearing such a coat on a sunny summer's day would have ordinarily looked weird, but Emma knew that their prospective audience was about to have far more to gawk at than her strange coat choice.

As she joined Rebecca again, Scott was already waiting too.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Okay." Emma replied.

Rebecca looked at them both. "So you're both sure about this?"

"We are," they both replied, in perfect synchronicity.

"Okay then," Rebecca said, with a shrug. "I'll do a quick outfit check please, and then add the special ingredient."

With their backs to the crowd and ensuring that only the other two could see, Emma and Scott both opened their coats.

Rebecca's eyes flashed with mirth as she saw the two people standing in front of her. Emma had already explained to Rebecca what she'd be wearing, but Rebecca couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the sight of Scott clad in his penalty outfit.

Resplendent in a frilly pink, red and white "Sailor Moon" crop top, he also wore a ridiculously short plait mini-skirt that did nothing to hide the "Hello Kitty" panties that awkwardly covered his bulge. The smirking cat beamed out from underneath the practically non-existent mini-skirt.

Hanging from his neck was also a sign that read "I have a sissy boy tiny cock." The coat largely hid all of this though, except for the small opening that allowed Rebecca to confirm that Scott had changed as per the agreement.

Emma's eyes danced with mirth at the thought that Scott was soon going to have to walk through the mall without the coat to protect him, and she couldn't wait for Rebecca to perform her final duty.

Solemnly taking the plastic bags that contained their regular attire and placing them behind her, Rebecca then proceeded to step towards Scott, and fumbled inside the coat, liberally applying the contents of one container to both sides of the coat, and ensure it was also spread around the back.

Emma's mouth went dry with anticipation, and her heart was pounding so hard she was afraid others could hear.

Next, it was her turn. Rebecca stepped in close to Emma and smiled. Emma smiled back. She imagined her other friends congregated around the car, waiting for Scott to shuffle his way back dressed like a complete sissy boy, and visualised the clicking of phone cameras as his humiliation was captured for posterity.

This was it! Emma thought to herself, excitedly.

Rebecca spread the contents of a second container around Emma's coat, and then winked. Now, with her job done, Rebecca smiled at them both. "Good luck! I'll leave you to make your way back now. In about 30 seconds you should start feeling the itch..."

Scott and Emma both mutely nodded, and closed their coats tightly against their bodies. Turned on their heels, they marched side-by-side, silently, into the throng of busy shoppers that bustled through the mall.

It was approaching noon, and the food court was particularly busy as bargain hunters took a break from checking the aisles to grab a bite to eat.

Emma's heart rate climbed as she wondered how long Scott would last for given the strength of the powder that Emma secretly knew Rebecca had employed. Would he even last 30 seconds?

She shifted the coat on her shoulders, the heavy material sitting slightly uncomfortably on her shoulders. The thick material was rubbing against her mostly bare skin, and Emma made a mental note that this coat wasn't one she'd overly miss when she threw it out after today's little game.

She glanced sideways, and saw a strange look on Scott's face. Was he now realising the difficulty of persevering through the powder? How did that even feel? Rebecca had said that it would completely build up to an unbearable and irresistible itch.

Emma held her breath as she waited for her flatmate to finally succumb and throw off the coat with a howl of humiliating, abject defeat. Emma's eyes widened as she felt the seconds count down to when Scott would surely give in and reveal his sissy boy nature to every man and woman in the mall, and be forced into making a very public and degrading exit.

Her left hand moved to just shift the coat slightly from her right shoulder, where for some reason it felt... uncomfortable.

As Emma tried to focus on Scott though, waiting for his struggle to build up to an unbearable stage, she had to move the coat again after the first time didn't quite make it sit right.

Annoyed, Emma shrugged her shoulders to try and get the coat to sit comfortably on her, but then had to move the arms up and down slightly as the discomfort began to spread.

Then, with a moment of realisation that sent an icy cold shiver down Emma's spine, she felt the first sensation of an itch break out on her tummy.

"Oh no..." she whispered, in horror.

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In the space of 15 short seconds Emma's mood went from one of premature triumphalism to impending doom.

The itch started in around her belly, but it was merciless in spreading around the rest of her body. As she walked onwards in shock, she grimaced as felt the tingling sensation sweep over her, and then proceed to morph into something all together worse.

She threw a desperate look sideways, but Scott seemed focused on his own journey. His face didn't betray any conflict though, and Emma felt a lump form in her throat as she realised that somehow his coat wasn't causing him any issues whatsoever.

Underneath his coat lay the source of her final sweet revenge, and yet no-one in the mall would see it if he made it back to the car safely wrapped up in the heavy material. Emma groaned.

The itching was building up it's intensity now, and she frantically tried to push the burning sensation out of her mind. All she had to do was make it to the car park, and all would be well.

She could do this, she urged herself, increasing her pace slightly. She'd agreed with Scott that they'd walk back together, but she wasn't above breaking into a sprint if need be. This was not how today was supposed to go down.

Her hands scratched against the surface of the coat where it covered her left arm, and she had to force it back down again when she noticed Scott look in her direction.

He knew. Damn it, he knew!

Emma shook her head, and poured all of her willpower into just staring ahead and robotically walking onwards. If she could at least make it out of the door... break down the challenge into small goals... somehow find it in her to...

"Fuck!" she muttered. Rebecca hadn't been exaggerating the effects of the itching powder. The coat scratched and irritated her skin, and she was no longer able to resist the urge to rub where it itched. In the back of her mind she knew this could only make it worse, but for the small ounce of immediate relief it provided, it seemed like her only course of action.

Her eyes swivelled in their sockets. Scott was now openly smiling at her, and seemed relatively untroubled himself.

She was beginning to attach attention. The combination of the heavy coats inside during a hot summer day and the constant rubbing that Emma could no longer resist added up to a strange sight for the shoppers around her.

With a growing sense of desperation, Emma realised that they hadn't even made it out of the large food court yet.

A couple of men eating McDonalds nearby looked up and noticed her. One of the men said something to his companion, who looked directly at Emma and seemed to laugh.

Embarrassed, Emma looked away, knowing all too well that her face was going red.

"Come on..." she muttered to Scott.

Scott shrugged. "I've got to say, this powder isn't really causing any problems so far... this seems pretty easy!"

Emma ignored that, and tried to train her mind to focus on the car.

The itching wasn't going away though. If anything, it continued it's steady progression from annoyance, to irritant, to irresistible force for evil.

"Damn it!" Emma exclaimed, helplessly.

She was now constantly rubbing herself all over, and the act of doing so was even slowing down her walk. The more she tried to relieve the itch, the more she found herself stranded in the food court. Her situation was deteriorating fast.

Desperately looking from side to side for any kind of assistance or salvation, Emma could feel the control slip from her grasp.

The itching intensified with every passing second, and every time it seemed to reach a point that it could get no worse, it proceeded to be doubly so.

"No..." Emma groaned... frantically moving from one spot to the next. Now her hands had moved inside the coat, and the necessity of undoing the buttons to allow her hands entry made the coat flap widely in front of her.

Scott look on bemused, and leaned against a pillar as his flat-mate fought a desperate rearguard action against the inevitable.

"Please give me your coat!" Emma pleaded, looking with hungry eyes at the item that so easily covered Scott.

He shook his head though. "Sorry, couldn't even if I wanted to!" He indicated the outfit he had underneath his own coat. "I have a reputation to maintain!"

"Please give me... the... oh fuck..." Emma's eyes almost rolled back in her head as she furiously scratched at the coat. She tried to hold it off her skin, but there was too much coat and not enough other clothes underneath.

"I can't... no... I..." Emma began to almost convulse as the irresistible became unbearable, and finally with one frantic motion she pulled the coat off and threw the infernal and offending garment on to the floor.