| Claire mumbles, “I told Lene to take us someplace more lowkey,” she sighs, “Oh well, I suppose this must be lowkey to my old standards.” | |
| I feel so out of place, everything here looks way too high class. But Claire doesn’t let us stand about for too long. She is quickly attended to by staff and she starts quickly listing off what she is looking for but I can barely keep up with the types of clothes she is describing. She wasn’t kidding when she said she had ideas, and the attendant dutifully listens, and then turns to me and asks my size before leaving us to fetch the clothes I guess. | |
| “This feels too much Claire-chan…” | |
| “Don’t worry, I made sure the staff won't bring anything ostentatious.” | |
| “But won't everything be expensive?” | |
| Claire shrugs, “It might be but I wont pick more than a few articles for you, and I will try to pick the more moderately priced clothes. Don’t worry the staff understood what I am looking for, that includes the cost.” | |
| Before I can really say much more, the staff returns and we are taken to a changing room. Claire briefly flips through the clothes, before she nods content with the selection and hands them to me while pushing me into the personal chamber. | |
| “I’m not sure what these will look like until you try them on, I’ll wait out here.” | |
| And then it’s just me behind the curtain. | |
| The stack of clothes doesn’t look too big… | |
| It’s a couple pants and shirts… are these men’s clothes? | |
| “Is this right?” I ask over the curtain. | |
| “Yes, if you don’t like it we can try something else, but I figured this was a safe start.” | |
| Safe? | |
| “Aren’t these… I don’t know… they look like men's clothes?” | |
| “They are masculine, but they should fit you just fine. Trust me.” | |
| I gulp, am I overthinking this? It’s not like I wanted to wear a skirt or anything. It’s quick enough to try on the first set, and they fit pretty well I think. The pants are simple, I think? Black and a bit sleek, they definitely feel nicer than any pair I have, and more form fitting then I thought they would be. The shirt is a teal button up, it doesn’t look formal, but I guess it also feels stylish? It has a collar. | |
| I have no idea if this looks good, but it doesn’t feel bad. | |
| I think? | |
| I guess Claire will be the judge of that, I make sure the shirt is tucked in and step out. She perks up and smiles instantly. A quick silent appraisal and then she hums in thought, “One moment.” She steps around the corner and pretty quickly returns holding another shirt… or a coat? “Wear this over it.” | |
| I… have no idea what this is called, is this just a coat? It’s a little thicker but pretty light still, and the color matches the pants. I pull my arms through it, it’s a little loose in the shoulders I think but otherwise I think it’s the right size? I catch myself in the mirror. It almost looks like a suit jacket I guess, but nowhere as formal. It feels casual but very stylish. | |
| And… okay… maybe it does look good? I let myself see other angles, and I can’t really complain. Huh, maybe Misha was right the other day. | |
| “So what do you think?” | |
| Huh, this is kinda gay… isn’t it? Kinda tomboy vibes? I wasn’t expecting that. | |
| “It’s not too much?” | |
| “I think it suits you very well , Hmmm, yes that jacket brings it together I think. The pants could be tightened up a bit in the back,” I catch her eying my butt, wait really? “I think they should be able to provide a better shape, is the jacket loose?” | |
| She runs her hands over the spot to feel, “I think so? This looks good?” | |
| “Of course, but only if you like it.” She is still giving the appearance a discerning eye. | |
| “It’s not too…?” | |
| “Too what? Masculine?” | |
| “Ohh, I meant… gay?” | |
| She quirks her brow, “I haven’t a clue what passes for that here, but I know it suits you. You were never one for a dress. Would you want to try a dress?” | |
| “No! Umm, not really?” | |
| “You did wear a suit to our wedding.” | |
| I… | |
| Wedding…? | |
| Claire chuckles, fuck I must be blushing again, this isn’t fair. | |
| I… | |
| “Do you like it when I wear a suit?” | |
| She smirks, “ Very .” | |
| I gulp, and step towards her, barely an inch away from her, “Then maybe I should wear a suit.” | |
| She blushes slightly and grins. Then she pulls me in for a quick kiss and then pushes me back towards the private chamber, “Patience Reiiii. ” | |
| What the fuck did I just do? | |
| How did I just do that? Where the fuck did that come from? | |
| Fuck all my nerves are coming in now, my legs feel like jelly. | |
| Oh fuck. | |
| That kinda ruled. | |