I hope there's room for one more in the shopping trip? '.'
In some ways, this whole thing was reminding me of going to a convention. I always left later than I planned, arrived later than I expected, and there was always something that I forgot. I had a camera with me, but left it in the bag; I thought people might take that the wrong way.
Not too long after I arrived at Bob's, I learned that all the gender-changed people were going to the mall to get clothes. I didn't really need any, but there didn't seem to be any reason to go against the current, so away I went.
Cindy was saying something as we got out of the car, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was mostly focused on trying to think of what I did need that could be found at a mall. Among the many things I'm not is fond of standing around doing nothing.
It took me a while before something occurred to me, so for a while I was pretty much following along on autopilot. Which is how I found myself in the lingerie department. I mentally shrugged. I'd worked in retail for years, not to mention been responsible for the family laundry plenty of times. Underwear that no one was actually wearing no longer fazed me.
I glanced around while I was waiting for something to happen, but gave up learning much as a lost cause. I hadn't been in enough of the stores in this chain to be able to intuit the layout the way I could in most stores.
It was around the time the sales lady came over that a little voice in my head started whispering to me. It was the same sort of feeling as when I was fixing my henshin wand earlier. It told me to step four feet to the left.
I stepped four feet to the left. From this new perspective, a hint of blue that I'd seen before resolved into...
Something that would fit me perfectly!
I picked it up, transferred it to my left hand where it wouldn't get in my way, turned around and went forwards four feet...
Well, anyway, after a little while, my left hand was informing me that volume would be maxed out long before weight. My eyes responded that I don't like yellow, so that wasn't a problem. It was at this point, however, that memory pointed out something important.
I'm not sleeping with anybody. I don't need any more underwear.
So I started putting everything back where I found it. That's always been a talent of mine, one honed by the many times I wanted to save some work for the librarians.
Well, okay, I kept the white set. And the black and pink one. ... Okay, *all* the black and pink ones. What can I say, I like certain color combinations.
But what I truly needed could not be found here, so I paid for my finds and headed back into the mall proper. Somewhere in here, there ought to be some craft stores.
I wonder if the Schroecks have a sewing machine?
(Edited to not contradict something in my previous post.)
-Morgan, brings the blas.
"naughty bad show with lots of panties."
-Carrie Savage describes Ikki Tousen.
In some ways, this whole thing was reminding me of going to a convention. I always left later than I planned, arrived later than I expected, and there was always something that I forgot. I had a camera with me, but left it in the bag; I thought people might take that the wrong way.
Not too long after I arrived at Bob's, I learned that all the gender-changed people were going to the mall to get clothes. I didn't really need any, but there didn't seem to be any reason to go against the current, so away I went.
Cindy was saying something as we got out of the car, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was mostly focused on trying to think of what I did need that could be found at a mall. Among the many things I'm not is fond of standing around doing nothing.
It took me a while before something occurred to me, so for a while I was pretty much following along on autopilot. Which is how I found myself in the lingerie department. I mentally shrugged. I'd worked in retail for years, not to mention been responsible for the family laundry plenty of times. Underwear that no one was actually wearing no longer fazed me.
I glanced around while I was waiting for something to happen, but gave up learning much as a lost cause. I hadn't been in enough of the stores in this chain to be able to intuit the layout the way I could in most stores.
It was around the time the sales lady came over that a little voice in my head started whispering to me. It was the same sort of feeling as when I was fixing my henshin wand earlier. It told me to step four feet to the left.
I stepped four feet to the left. From this new perspective, a hint of blue that I'd seen before resolved into...
Something that would fit me perfectly!
I picked it up, transferred it to my left hand where it wouldn't get in my way, turned around and went forwards four feet...
Well, anyway, after a little while, my left hand was informing me that volume would be maxed out long before weight. My eyes responded that I don't like yellow, so that wasn't a problem. It was at this point, however, that memory pointed out something important.
I'm not sleeping with anybody. I don't need any more underwear.
So I started putting everything back where I found it. That's always been a talent of mine, one honed by the many times I wanted to save some work for the librarians.
Well, okay, I kept the white set. And the black and pink one. ... Okay, *all* the black and pink ones. What can I say, I like certain color combinations.
But what I truly needed could not be found here, so I paid for my finds and headed back into the mall proper. Somewhere in here, there ought to be some craft stores.
I wonder if the Schroecks have a sewing machine?
(Edited to not contradict something in my previous post.)
-Morgan, brings the blas.
"naughty bad show with lots of panties."
-Carrie Savage describes Ikki Tousen.