Thread: Finding the Right Fit (Hisako and SoftStroke)

Claire had been through enough of the mall to know that she was definitely out of place and out of style in the summer. She had done enough to request that she be left alone in her endeavor to find new clothes. It wasn't 'cool' to be seen with one's own mother, despite her almost nonexistent relation to her motherly figure Emelia Claire was trying to find a new girl to bring back to her home and keep her bed occupied. The other women she had broken in as toys were currently out of commission, Claire's condition had been changing them too rapidly lately and it warranted study, thus leaving Claire pent up. She sighed and pulled some of her bangs out from in front of her eyes. Claire was dressed as apathetically and casually as she could. There wasn't a lot of clothes that her wardrobe offered outside of the cold wardrobe of winter, and she felt wrongfully out of place and hot. This was her first full summer at home, now that she was no longer shackled by school--for the moment anyways--and Emelia and her no longer needed to find summer activities to keep her occupied with Claire was bored. Still, what she currently was wearing might as well have been straight out of a fashion designer's nightmare. She had on a shirt with a loose and wide collar, its design on the front was faded and old, but it honestly passed for vintage seeing as how it said 'Love' in faded red letters that rested atop her mostly-masked triple D's. A lot of her summer clothes were altered clothes that they had changed to help her not die of heat exhaustion. Her shirt drifted low enough around her waist as one of her shoulders fit through the collar and made it sag below her waist. At her waist she had on a pair of jeans that were so worn through and destroyed that she didn't even feel guilty about cutting them along the thigh to make 'rugged' looking shorts that made her large, rounded ass look good. The lack of pant legs did leave her and her large thighs in a bit of a jam, and she was forced to wear a sling along her waist that curved around the side of her hip to hide her secret. This was the most uncomfortable Claire's dick had been, and she didn't seek to top this all time low, vowing to never wear out her toys this rapidly ever again without a solid backup. Claire's boots were out of place on her outfit, unable to be altered to be more summer-like they stopped right above her ankle, and loosely fit around her until it met her foot. Claire's hair was tied back into a single ponytail rather than two pigtails, she didn't have the patience for her full hair to rest on her body and cause her to sweat. Her bangs were too short to be pulled behind her ears and look good and too long to so efficiently, putting her in an odd middle ground. Still, her hair was at least the right color for all times of the year her pretty hair had remained its light pink color since she began maturing as a Human and a Half-Succubus. The color wasn't unusual for people from her homeworld, and it was natural enough for the humans of this planet to consider it 'dyed'. Her eyes were her most obvious feature with pink irises, but thanks to modern contacts people assumed it was that, and when asked she quickly dismissed it by lying and saying it was. Her cheekbones and other features were mostly flat, she had an appearance that was similar to those of Korean descent, and her face was mostly flat with monolid eyes. Claire put on enough makeup to accent her eyes with winged black eyeliner, some minor mascara, and a light pink lipstick that complimented her pale tone of skin. She didn't need blush, once she saw someone she wanted her face would do that naturally as her Succubus nature began to take hold. Walking through the mall alone and with no bags in hand, she got a lot of looks--mostly by men. Claire assumed she was attractive, although she was never really asked out by men. Men didn't interest Claire, she found women to be much more fun and enjoyable company, on top of that they had a part of their body made specifically for her enjoyment that she had become quite fond of. Her face began to blush, and she quickly shook the thought out of her head as she began to look for a new plaything. The mall was an excellent idea, Emelia couldn't have helped brainstorm a better idea. Many women Claire's age either worked there or shopped there, and made it the perfect opportunity for window shopping for a new toyand a new wardrobe. Claire walked along passively, sliding down the railing of a small set of stairs that was four steps tall and landing effortlessly on her feet and picking up her pace. She looked to her left absentmindedly as she continued looking for stores that seemed to hold her interest. Claire stopped and quickly looked back to her left. Inside the store was a fascinatingly delicious woman working there--or she assumed she was working there. Claire bit her lip as her face got a little more red, and she looked up at the sign of the store. What the hell is a 'Hot Topic'? She asked aloud, a man heard her and stopped, looking her up and down. Claire saw him from the corner of her eye as he slowly approached her and opened his mouth, to which Claire quickly put up a hand. Not asking you, leave me. She demanded, and he froze in his tracks as Claire walked into the store. She wasn't familiar with the store, but understood it was mostly counter-culture apparel. Although from the looks it seemed to be verycounter-counter-culture. All of these things she had seen the boys in her school wearing, at least on the left side of the store. The right left something to be desired, but she was sure that there was something there that she would love. That's when she returned her look to the employee and licked her lips, stuttering in a sigh as she tried to suppress her excitement. Claire walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. Excuse me, miss? She said, feeling her body begin to release pheromones with each breath, Could you help me find something? I'm out of a summer wardrobe and I'm dying to stay cool. She said, looking her up and down before she turned around.