In the department store, thirteen-year-old Emiko was looking through the dresses. Her mother had brought her to the store to get her own things. Emiko was left alone in the girl's 7-16 section of the department store looking at the dresses. There were so many dresses she really liked, but she doubted her mother would buy them for her. But it was just so much fun to look.

Emiko is a slim, pretty 13-year-old Japanese girl. She is only 4'8" and perhaps 80 pounds. She hadn't weighed herself in a while, but that didn't matter.

Emiko found this black/white/yellow shirred sleeve striped dress that she really liked. Even though it had buttons down the front, it was a pullover type with a round neck and the shirred short sleeves had metallic accents. She loved it. She pulled it from the rack and posed behind it as if she was wearing it. She stuck one foot out and looked at herself in a mirror.

“That's a very pretty dress,” a boy commented. He looked to Emiko like he was about fifteen years old. He was with his friend.

"Thank you,” said the polite little girl.

“Would you like to have it?”

“I would. I'll ask my mother. I don't think she'll get it for me.”

“Why not?”

“It's too expensive.” Emiko showed the boy the price.

“I could get it for you.”

“You could?”

“Yeah, but I need you to do something for me.”

“Something?”

“Nothing bad, all you have to do is give something back to someone without them knowing.”

“What do you mean?”

“This belongs to someone. I got it and I have to give it back. But I don't want him to know I had it.” The boy showed Emiko a circular metallic object. Emiko didn't know if it was a coin or a charm or what it was.

“You mean I just have to give that to him and that's it.”

“No, you have to put it in his pocket without him knowing. That's it. It's no big deal.”

“Why can't you do it?”

“He knows me. It's simple. All you have to do is sort of bump into him and put it into his pocket without him knowing.”

“I don't know.”

“How about if I not only uyt the dress, but I get you some white tights and pretty shoes to go with it.”

“Maybe?”

“A pretty hair ribbon too? Like that one over there?”

“It took some sweetening, but Emiko finally agreed.

The boys bought the stuff and walked Emiko out of the store. “There he is,” one of the boys remarked. This happened to be a random person that neither of the boys had ever seen before. Their two victims didn't matter too much to them as long as they were different types of people.

“What should I do?”

“Just walk nonchalantly and bump into him. Stick the 'charm' into his pocket. Say something like 'Sorry' and walk away. That's it.”

“OK, I can do that.”

Emiko took the charm and put it into her right hand. Her heart was in her throat. She could hear her heart beating. She walked towards the man. She kept her eyes not on the man's face, but on his pocket. She crept nearer and nearer. She was going to pass him, but then she faked slipping and fell into the man. She dropped the charm into his pocket. As she bumped into his upper chest.

“Be careful,” the man said.

“I'm so sorry,” Emiko replied. “I guess I wasn't looking where I was going.”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“I'm fine.”

“Can I call anyone for you?” The man was being so nice.

“No, I'm fine. I just slipped. I should be thanking you. You broke my fall. I didn't get hurt.”

“OK, it's alright, what's your name?”

Emiko lied, “My name is Momoko.”

“Momoko, you are a very pretty young lady. I'm glad you didn't get hurt.”

“Thank you.”

Emiko walked away as fast as she could.

The man called out. “Be careful!”

The boys gave Emiko the dress they promised. In the bag, were also the tights, shoes, and hair bow.

“Thanks,” the boys said.

Emiko felt a little guilty now that it was over. But she didn't see any problem with what happened. After a moment she thought that her mother would make her give the pretty dress back. Before that could happen, Emiko wanted to wear it.

Emiko didn't pay any attention to where the boys went as she headed towards the ladies room to put on her dress. She got into the stall and took off the clothes she was wearing. She carefully folded them and put them into the bag. She took out the dress and other items. She sat on the toilet in a locked stall and pulled on the white tights. They were nylon and very opaque even over her legs. Then she stood to pull on the dress and sat again to put on the shoes. She exited the stall to see what she looked like. She loved the dress.