Even through the glass, I could tell that I would not like this place. Clothes of any shape and material one could imagine filled the interior. Some were on mannequins while others were on long racks. The sight reminded me of how large clothing stores used to sell their outfits, which would not be so bad except each piece did have one thing in common: they all were distinctly feminine.
Dresses, skirts, booty shorts. Each of which I did not want to try. “Is there a more normal store I can get clothing at?” I asked.
“Not inside the building,” Xander sighed.
I nearly missed what he said because Ginger’s excited voice practically squealed as she spoke over him. “Nothing comes close to the selection here. Oh, I need you to try this one on.” A dress came flying at me.
It would have hit me if not for Xander catching it. “Hey, Kyren does not have the reflexes the rest of us do.”
“Sorry,” she called back from behind the rack she was digging through. Given that she tossed another piece at us, I doubted she heard a word he said.
“What is with her?” I finally asked.
“Oh, I didn’t introduce her to you, did I?” I shook my head, though I couldn’t tell if he saw it or not due to the skirt end that whipped him in the face. “That is my sister Debra.”
“I told you to call me GINGER!”
Xander laughed, “She hates that name.”
It took me a minute for what he said to sink in. “Wait, that is your sister?” The two of them were just so, different. Where he was quiet and secluded, she was bubbly and practically bursting with energy. They didn’t even look like they could be related.
“Yeah,” he smiled. “We get that a lot.”
“Wait,” Ginger’s head popped through a rack next to me. Her eyes narrowed as she checked out my chest. The way she scrutinized me caused me to shrink into myself. My arms wrapped themselves around my torso as if to ward off her gaze.
Xander must have noticed my reaction because he moved to put himself between the two of us. “Ginger.” His tone held both a rebuke and a warning.
“Sorry, sorry. I just was wondering if she had any bras on. We were going to have to shop for some but if not that would need to be our next stop.”
“Given that she never needed one before, I doubt it.” Xander sounded sure of his answer but he still turned just enough to check that he was correct.
I probably should have answered but the thought of wearing a bra twisted my stomach. The feeling was enough to have me asking a question instead. “Can I just not wear one?”
“Nope,” the hyper girl said before she vanished into another rack.
“It’s not like I will wear the damn things after this,” I muttered to myself.
Xander must have heard me because he spoke. “You might want to.”
“Why?” I didn’t mean to spit the question out but it felt like I was losing control of my life one piece at a time. Even here, now, his sister was picking out outfits she wanted me to try on while I followed the guy in the direction of a giant pillar set in the middle of the store. A pillar that I could barely see due to just how short I was.
“They will help keep your breasts in place.” The matter-of-fact tone was enough proof for me to realize that he was just as out of his comfort zone as I was. “That might not be an issue when walking around, but could be distracting during a fight.”
Okay, I could see where he was coming from. Even as we walked, the stupid things bounced and jiggled with each step. Which was distracting enough on its own, but sometimes the sensitive flesh of my nipples rubbed against my shirt just right, reminding me that they were there. “Fine. I’ll wear the stupid things.”
“Great,” Ginger dropped a couple sets of underwear into my arms as she ran by. “Go try these on.”
Before I could react to her command, she vanished again. Instead of yelling at her, I looked up at Xander. “Where can I try these on because I am not going to put on a show in public for the whole world to see.”
His laugh was deep as he gestured for me to follow him. Two turns later, the racks stopped, leaving a decently large open space between them and the large pillar. Only, now that I could get a good look, it wasn’t just a pillar. A man and woman sat behind the counter that ringed the structure.
In their haste to greet us, the two spoke over each other. “Welcome to...” “What can we…”
The chick smacked the guy's arm. “Hey, you got the last one. You promised I could help the next.”
He rolled his eyes at her. “What about the DragonKin yesterday?”
“He only asked a question about if there was a bathroom he could use.” She scoffed, clearly not thinking that he counted.
“Oh, then why was I forced to let you take the slime girl a week ago?” Wait. There were slime girls? Just how did that even work? Actually, I probably didn’t want to know.
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“She was utterly terrified of you.” Xander’s cough caused both of them to turn to look at us. “We will be right with you.” She acted as if we were being rude. As she turned to say something to her companion, Xander coughed a second time.
This time he didn’t wait for her. Xander spoke calmly. Still, I could tell the guy was annoyed at the two of them. “Can we get access to a private dressing area?”
Before his coworker could say anything, the guy tossed a key to Xander. “Room two.” The two of them went back to bickering as we moved past them and entered a short hallway. The turn at the end led into a well-furnished room with five numbered doors.
Xander opened the door marked with the number two and deposited the pile of clothes he had onto a table. “Do you need help or…” The sharp glare I shot him stopped his question mid-sentence. The door practically slammed as he moved to give me privacy.
A long sigh left my lips as I moved to set my part of the pile on the empty half of the table. Turning, I looked at the full-length mirror. Neither of the bathrooms I had used had a mirror long enough to show anything past my waist and the reflection in my window had been lacking in real detail.
The woman in the mirror moved her eyes up and down as she scanned over my body. Taking everything in. A set of fox ears were half raised on her head. Almost as if the animal they belonged to were only half listening. Wait, that wasn’t quite right. I was a human. Or was I?
Name:
Kyren Vulpier
Race:
Kitsune - Demonic
Level:
29
Class:
Arcane Elementalist
XP:
84001/84.1k
HP:
1045/1045
HP Regen:
36.5% (381.4) per hour*
MP:
700/700
MP Regen:
41% (287) per hour*
Current Ailments:
Current Buffs:
What in the actual fuck? What happened to my stats? Where did all that experience come from? It wasn’t like I killed the damned demon or his minions. It took me a second of searching through my logs to find out the answer. Ignoring the absurd amount of experience that came from the demon, even with my portion being only a single percent of the total, most of my experience came from taking Victor, Patric, and Jeremiah. Those three alone net me seventeen thousand experience.
My discovery must have caused me to make a noise because someone knocked on the door. Ginger gave me a second before simply opening the door and bouncing inside. “Oh come on…” Her eyes rolled as she took in my completely dressed state.
As she moved toward me, arms reaching for the hem of my shirt, I backed up. “What are you doing?”
“Well,” her smile grew as my back found the wall. “I thought, since you were so hesitant, that I should help you.”
“What would make you think that I want anyone's help?” My voice was tinged with anger as my hands worked to bat hers away.
To my surprise and relief, she stopped what she was doing. “I just thought that… well my brother said…Are you not just playing coy?” She sounded truly confused.
“Why in the hell would I be playing coy about getting dressed?” I demanded. “What did your brother say to make you think that.”
“From the stories he told me about you, you have always been kind of…how do I say this?” she stopped to think of a word.
Rolling my eyes, I said the word that I knew she wanted to but couldn’t. “Effeminate?”
“Yes, that.” Her head dipped in agreement. “Now though, with your change, you no longer have to fight to prove that you are a man. Hell, most people would be hiding as they explored their new body…”
“Well, I am not most people,” I grumbled. I was still unsure if I should feel disgusted or excited at the thought of exploring my new body. “But what does that have to do with the price of tea in China?”
“I just thought that you were afraid of what we would think about you embracing your new body.” Ginger’s voice was fast as if she couldn’t hold herself back anymore.
“And you thought to get me past this was to force me to dress up?” She flinched at my tone.
“I didn’t think about how what I was doing might come across.” Her voice was quiet, nearly inaudible if not for my ears.
Xander had to have been listening as he spoke up from the other side of the door. “She means well. She just has issues with figuring out where the line is.”
We stood there. She looked at the ground while I watched her. Finally, though, I let out a soft sigh. “Fine, I will try on some outfits…” She visibly perked up but I held up a hand to forestall any outbursts. “But, I get veto power on any outfits and you and Xander need to help me find my dress.”
Her eyebrows creased. “You already had a dress?”
“Long story.”
“I sent it off to get repaired,” Xander’s voice had a fair bit of annoyance and shock mixed in. “Do you know what that damned thing is made out of?” He didn’t let me answer. “Moonlight Fox fur. I don’t know where you got the damned thing but there are few people out here skilled enough to repair the damn thing and even fewer with any material to do it with.”
Ginger’s eyes were wide as she mouthed the words ‘Moonlight Fox fur.’
“Let me how much I owe you,” I said as I turned around to face the mirror. Deep breath in, hold, release. I could only put off what I needed to do for so long. I had to try on some of what was here eventually. Closing my eyes, I lifted my shirt off and tossed it onto the bench.
The air was moderately warm. Still, a soft breeze from the side caused the skin on my breasts to prickle and my nipples to harden.
Before I could work up the courage to open my eyes and locate the first bra, someone, likely Ginger, pressed a piece of fabric into my hand. It felt thin and soft, almost like satin. Eyes down, I opened them so I could look at the piece of cloth to figure out how to put it on.
There were two straps for my arms to go through and a clasp that clipped together on my back. All things that were fairly common on bras. I had experience in removing them but I had no clue how I was supposed to put the damned thing on. I mean, how were we supposed to work a clasp that we couldn’t even see? Were we supposed to just go off feel?
A soft chuckle from Ginger reminded me that I wasn’t alone. “There is a trick to putting bras on.” She took the material out of my hand. “Simply put them on backward.” I felt my cheeks burn from embarrassment as her arms reached around me. She moved slowly enough to give me time to push her away but I let her continue. Her hands expertly worked the clasps by feel alone. As soon as each hook was settled, she rotated the whole bra around.
I wanted to smack my head at the simplicity of the solution. A few more movements and adjustments later found me standing in front of the mirror. My breasts no longer simply hung around causing issues. The bra saw that they stayed where I put them. So what if the damned thing made breathing a touch more difficult.