Izaya smiled.
"One thing's for sure, your personality remains exactly the same. Now let's go, let's go!"
And thus Izaya (now a she all around) managed to drag Namie (a fully fledged 'he') to the busy streets of Tokyo. She (that being Izaya) hopped to a lingerie store first and foremost. Izaya studied a row of corsets and settled for a black one with golden trim and tiny bows tied with lace. She tried it on happily.
"Looks great, doesn't it? I think I'm falling in love with myself."
"You're paying for this."
Izaya gasped dramatically.
"But Namie, shopping isn't the same when the girl is paying…"
"I don't care. Gender has nothing to do with paying and acquiring goods."
Such coldness could not dampen Izaya's high spirits, though. She bought the matching thong, garters and a silky babydoll. Namie's dress was fine as it was so Izaya decided to keep it. There was something amusing in doing so and the padded corset made for what she lacked in certain areas. But Izaya still needed makeup and jewels. She settled for red lipstick, simplicity was the key of true class, and a bunch of silver rings that went well with opaque white nail polish.
"Ah, I feel like a woman now. A true woman!"
Namie checked his watch.
"Are you done now?"
"I am but you're not! Honestly, Namie. You can't go around wearing a lab coat."
"Why not?"
"Trust me on this. I know a guy who does that, the lab coat all the time thing, and he's a four eye geek who will die a virgin. You're a hot guy now so let's maximize that. On me, don't worry. I am feeling generous!"
That and Izaya wanted to see Namie in well-fitted jeans and a shirt. But Izaya could not resist and fixed him with a fur trimmed jacket and a belt with a silver buckle.
"For a man, it's all about details when it comes to fashion. The little things. And you're smoking hot which helps a lot."
In his proper gender Izaya could never quite bring himself to say such things to Namie. But perhaps because the situation was so new that were odds were off or whether some change had taken place in Izaya's psyche or something else entirely, the truth was that he could now flatter Namie. Izaya latched unto Namie's arm and smiled happily.
"I suppose these clothes are not unpractical."
"So true, pretty and practical! That is the essence of style."
"'Essence of style'? Are you becoming an interior designer?"
Izaya giggled girlishly, covering her mouth with her hand. Namie wondered where Izaya had picked up that gesture.
"I'm, I work with humanity. On humanity, even! And bettering people is my vocation."
"That sounds very vague. As expected from an informant."
They made their way down the high end fashion district.
"Do I detect some antagonism for my honored profession? And look at that purse! It's gorgeous!"
Namie was a bit annoyed at this silly enthusiasm. It was most definitely aimed at the wrong things. Izaya glued her hands against the window and stood on one feet, his shapely legs well delineated under the stockings.
"What do you want that for? It doesn't look like it can carry much."
Izaya pouted.
"Namie, a woman needs a purse."
Izaya dragged Namie into the store and proceeded to turn the slightly shiny black purse, examining it from all angles. Namie glanced at it briefly.
"As I expected, it lacks storing place."
"I'm buying it!"
Izaya sauntered to the counter and leaned on it, a somewhat sly smile on her lips as she peered deep into the clerk's eyes.
"Say, can you cut me a discount? I know it's too much to ask but my boyfriend is a bit stingy…please?"
Izaya batted long eyelashes and the guy faltered. A stack of bills landed on the counter.
"Just buy the thing already."
Izaya spun around and then threw himself into Namie's arms.
"Namie! I knew you had a heart! Down deep…very deep but still."
He pushed Izaya away almost forcibly, keeping her at arms' length.
"Don't act up. And I want a receipt for that."
"Yay!"
Namie pulled a tiny notebook and jutted down a few things, smiling smugly.
"I'm cashing this as business related expenses. Let those incompetent idiots from the board deal with it."
"Namie, scary~. Louis Viton would be sad but I am very happy."
"Is that a new share holder?"
"Aw…no. Always so serious, tsk."