Ayako rolled her eyes as Madoka slipped her white turtleneck sweater back on.
"Next stop," she said, pushing the dressing room door open. "We're getting you a new shirt at least. I'm not sure how much longer I can stand looking at that one."
Madoka laughed, "Alright, that's enough about my sweater!"
Ayako shrugged.
"I said flirting was not my style, but teasing is entirely on the table." She took the two bra and panty sets that Madoka had chosen from her and started towards the counter.
"Hey!" Madoka protested, "What are you doing?"
"I'm buying you these." Ayako smirked. "This was my idea so it's only fair."
"But -" Madoka stammered. "I can't let you just buy things like that, it isn't fair!"
"Take me to dinner, then." Ayako handed her credit card to the cashier.
"But I'm meeting my friend tonight," Madoka frowned. "Remember?"
"I didn't say tonight, did I?" Ayako gave Madoka an exasperated look as she handed over the shopping bag.
"Right," Madoka blushed. "Tomorrow, then?"
"It's a date, then." Ayako began to lead the way out of the store. "Now to find you some more suitable clothes."
They walked silently past several shops that Madoka would have found perfectly suitable. Ayako, it seemed, knew exactly where she was going.
"Can I confess something?" Madoka asked, glancing at Ayako as they walked.
Ayako nodded.
"I feel really awkward about this." Madoka made a face as she spoke, staring down as she walked. "We just," she paused, lowering her voice. "We made out in a public dressing room."
Ayako said nothing.
"And now we're just going to go about our day like it didn't happen?" Madoka continued. "We're just going to finish shopping?"
"Madoka, your clothing situation is just that dire." Ayako slowed her pace slightly as she said this. "Blame that damned turtleneck. Here!" she interjected, stopping in front of a cute little boutique. "This is the place I wanted to take you."
Madoka looked around in awe at the artful clothing displays. The store was full of fashionable modern clothes, and Madoka easily saw a few things she liked.
"You go sit down over there." Ayako ordered, indicating a plush ottoman in the middle of the store. "I'm picking something out for you." she added, not giving Madoka a chance to protest.
Pouting, Madoka sat down in the middle of the store and watched Ayako as she walked about the store, assessing articles of clothing one by one and occasionally glancing back at Madoka.
"Are you ever going to choose anything?" Madoka called as Ayako passed by her a few minutes later, still empty-handed.
Ayako did not pay Madoka any attention, but soon began choosing a selection of seemingly random items and taking them to an empty fitting room. After what seemed, to Madoka, like an eternity, Ayako returned to take Madoka to try on the outfits she had chosen.
In the fitting room, Ayako had assembled three separate outfits for Madoka to try on. The first was a casual outfit with loose cropped jeans, a sheer white blouse and an oversized pink cardigan. As she put it on, Madoka was surprised at how well Ayako had updated her personal style. She had expected to be put in clothes that Ayako herself would wear and feel completely out of place. However, Ayako had done a great job of choosing the clothes. Madoka looked and felt hot.
"What do you think?" Madoka did a little twirl to show off the first outfit as she stepped out of the fitting room.
Ayako smiled, she looked almost too pleased with her own work.
"Perfect."
Madoka blushed as she felt Ayako's eyes running over her, studying her figure in the outfit.
"You're even hotter when you're not dressed like you belong at a nursing home."
"Um…" Madoka chuckled. "Thank you?"
"Go try the other one on!" Ayako made a shooing motion at her. "We're not done yet."
Madoka scurried back into the fitting stall to try on the second of the three outfits. The second outfit was a bright yellow dress, far brighter than anything Madoka would ever choose for herself. It was knee length with cropped sleeves and it had a tie about the waist.
"Okay this one is rather bright," Madoka stepped out of the dressing room. "Are you quite sure I don't look like a traffic light?"
Ayako laughed, "Come here," She motioned for Madoka to come closer. "You did the tie wrong."
"Really?" Madoka frowned down at the tie. She had tied it in directly in the middle of the dress and she had done so with great care. How could it be wrong?
Ayako placed her hands on either side of Madoka's hips and pulled her closer so that she could fix the misplaced tie. She brushed her hands gently along Madoka's waist to reach the bow tied in the middle. She undid the knot slowly before pulling it over to the far right and redoing it.
"The bow looks better off-center," she explained. "Like so."
Madoka was hardly listening. Did this woman have to be so damn touchy in public? She would much rather she be this way in private…
"Madoka?"
Madoka shook herself from her thoughts, but the look on Ayako's face told her that she was already quite aware of the effect she was having on her.
"Sorry," Madoka took a step back and examined herself in the mirror behind Ayako. "Yeah, the tie does look better that way. More grown up."
"Are you sure you have to meet your friend tonight?" Ayako said this so nonchalantly that Madoka almost missed it entirely.
"Um," She almost considered texting Yumi right then to cancel dinner, but she thought better of it. She had really been looking forward to this meeting. "No, I really can't cancel."
Ayako looked disappointed.
"I really wish I could," Madoka admitted.
"Just thought I'd ask," Ayako smirked. "Go try on the last thing. It's my favorite."
Madoka began untying the yellow dress as she retreated, once again, into the fitting room stall. Once inside, she slipped off the dress, and put it carefully back onto the hanger. Madoka reached for the next pick gasped when she saw the front of the dress. It had been hung backwards, so that the front of the dress faced the wall and she now saw why. The last outfit was a black wrap dress, similar in style to the last one, but with an obvious difference. The neckline was far lower than anything Madoka had ever worn previously. It was not so much that it would be inappropriate, but it still seemed more than Madoka was used to.
If Ayako's intentions had not been clear before, they were now.
Madoka slipped on the dress and pulled it as tight as she could so that the neckline was as high as she could make it. She tied the belt tight so as the hold everything in place, and did so correctly, so that Ayako would not have to assist her again, lest the whole dress fall open.
Though, she thought, there were worse things that could happen.
Taking a deep breath, Madoka crept from the dressing room stall.
"So?" She tried to work her mouth into her usual airy smile, but was entirely too self-conscious to pull it off. "What do you think?" She was barely breathing.
Ayako looked absolutely stunned. Though she had picked the dress, and been entirely prepared for the reveal, she was still completely speechless.
"It's even better than I expected," she admitted. "Wow."
Madoka's face reddened.
"This seems to be more something you would wear," She nervously played with the hem of her dress. "I'm not sure this suits me like the others did."
"There's a difference between suiting you and being something you normally would wear." Ayako still looked dumbfounded. "You look really amazing. You should wear it on our date."
"Right," Madoka nodded, still feeling slightly self-conscious. "I… I really don't want to take this off now."
"I really don't blame you."
Madoka observed her reflection in the mirror. The dress was shorter than she was used to, the hem fell at mid thigh, accentuating her legs. She had expected to feel exposed, with so much skin left uncovered, but instead she felt powerful.
"This was a really good choice," She didn't take her eyes off of her reflection. If she had, she would have noticed Ayako blatantly staring at her exposed thighs. "I think I'm in love."
Ayako silently agreed with the sentiment.
Reluctantly, Madoka retreated back into the dressing room. She changed back into her plaid skirt and sweater and was immediately taken aback by how different she looked. The black dress had seemed to transform her into a different person. She had changed nothing but her clothes, but her entire aura had shifted. Ayako had completely managed to bring out Madoka's best features in ways Madoka would have never even considered.
Madoka carefully placed the black dress back on the hanger and then took all three outfits with her as she left the dressing room.
"I really need to thank you."
"Oh?" Ayako looked up from her phone.
"The clothes you picked out are amazing. You know me better than I know myself or something, I swear."
Ayako beamed, looking immensely proud of herself.
"I told you, I pay attention."
Madoka gave Ayako a look.
"You're welcome," she amended. "I'm really happy you liked what I chose."
Madoka, now satisfied with Ayako's response, took her by the hand and led her out toward the register. If Ayako was surprised by the gesture, it didn't show.
Thankfully, Madoka had enough money set aside in her account to pay for these clothes as she didn't want Ayako to buy them for her. She never spent a lot on things for herself so she nearly always had extra spending money.
"We should probably go back to get my car now," Madoka sighed as she and Ayako exited the store. "I have to meet Yumi in an hour."
"Right," Ayako nodded dutifully. "I want you to get home in time to change."
hello, all! I still really love ayadokes! I may or may not post the nest chapter today... we'll see... I had a hell of a time writing it. thank you so much to Sam (and everyone at GHHQ at this point) for prompt help and to Hannah for editing! please rate and review because it makes my life so much better when you do!
love, Bee
