Hero In Our Universe: Shopping with fictional girls.

I'm sure most guys have been shopping with a woman before. Let me tell you shopping for appropriate clothes with a woman from a fictional world is completely different. It takes just as long but the experience is just really different.

First she's use to wearing the same thing all the time. "Hey Ruby, we should get you about a week's worth of clothing." This comment gets me looked at like I'm borderline mentally handicapped.

"What are you talking about?" She's actually confused.

"Well clothing here works differently we change outfits every day so we can clean the outfits we have already worn they get dirty." Needless this oddball conversation starts to draw some odd looks, of course the gothic looking combat skirt that was obviously slept in doesn't help.

"Well I guess that makes sense."

After a bit of looking and conversation she finds a plain black Tee with red trim and grabs seven of them. Well here are some tops. "Hey, do they have combat skirts here this stuff doesn't really feel right."

"Um, Ruby Combat skirts aren't a really thing here. You know you can pick more than one design of shirt too." The idea of wearing different looking clothes just made her look at me like I'm stupid again.

"What? How does that work?" I swear she thinks I'm lying to her.

"Well you just find different shirts you like and pick them out. I'll take care of the rest." By now I could see some of the associates in the women's Department walking by more than once to eavesdrop on this very odd conversation.

It took her about an hour to go through and pick out seven distinctly different shirts. She kept her first choice though. It was kind of cute. "What next?"

"Well are they your size?"

Now the confused look again. "Size?"

"Um. Yea they make different sizes of clothes for different sizes of people."

She's looking annoyed now, "Why the heck is clothes shopping so complicated!"

Well not everyone is the same size so they make clothes in different sizes. It helps people be comfortable.

Just then one of the associates that had obviously taken an interest in us chimes in. "Is everything OK."

"Yes ma'am. My friend here ended up losing her memory and I'm trying to re teach her how to go shopping for clothes." Ruby shot me a glare but I think she got the hint.

"Oh you poor thing. Let me help you out." This woman may have just saved Ruby from another panic attack. They went through and found her size for shirts, pants, and socks and shoes. I stayed by just in case she needed me. She had to have tried on at least three to four dozen outfits with the store associates doing their best to help out this "Poor Girl". Ruby seemed to relax. Every outfit she tried looked absolutely amazing on her.

We thanked the ladies and headed off. We started passing through the bras and underwear when ruby asked. "Wo wears this stuff?"

"UM. Ladies I need some more help!" They all laughed at me at this point.

After about twenty minutes we were all set. Ruby looked almost as embarrassed as I was. We some other necessities for her. Basic stuff.

"That was really awkward. How come I can't just wear it now?" She looked more annoyed with shopping than anything else.

"Well I have to pay for it before it's yours." This she seemed to understand at least. "I know it's hard the first time but it will get easier."

"You mean I have to do this all again?" She almost looked panicked.

"Well Yea, we don't know how long it's going to take you to get home." I could see the concern on her face during our conversation. She's afraid she going to be here for a long time. And I'm afraid she won't.

"So any Idea what you want for dinner?"

"Well that Pizza thing was pretty good. But I want something different."

"OK how about I take care of dinner and surprise you?"

"Sure…. You know those women that helped me out?"

"Yea. What about them?"

"They thought we were a couple." Man I wish we were. "I played along with the Amnesia thing saying I didn't remember anything like that."

We hit the registers and then she took an outfit into the bathrooms to change really quick. When she came out she had the combat skirt slung over her shoulder, Boots in hand.

Wow… Just wow. She chose the Black tee with the red trim. The jeans fit really good too top it off with sneakers and wow she's gorgeous. Black and red hair down to her mid back just puts it over the top. I can see some of the scars on her arms. I had to hang my head in shame.

She lifts my face to meet hers, "It's not your fault. Anyway how do I look?" she gives a little twirl around. Even carrying all her old stuff she looks amazing.

"You look….. Perfect." I could only smile.

"Man this all feels really weird."

"Sorry I know. It's a bit creepy."

"No I mean the clothes. They are all clingy in weird places and I don't think I got the hang of the underwear stuff. The Bra thing is uncomfortable", Oh dear god.

"Well you look Amazing." I'm definitely right despite the embroidered sash over her left eye and her scars just about every guy here is looking at her.

She smiled, "Hey lets head back to your place I could use some Lunch."

"Done with people for today?"

"I'm OK the shopping thing sucks but I'm OK" She's still rubbing the pendant a lot. She's nervous.

"Ok Let's head home." She looked at me funny for a second then walked along side me back to the truck.

On the way home she flipped out. "Is that a donut place?!" Pointing out a huge donut on top of a building.

"Yea it is." She's almost as excited as my kids when we go there. "Want to stop?"

"Is it OK?" I guess even little recognizable things like a donut shop would make her life easier.

"Sure I don't mind at all."

"You probably already know this but I have a sweet tooth." Yea I do. But All I care about right now is making her happy.

We grabbed some donuts the teenage boy behind the counter tried to hit on her a bit, "You know I'm here with this guy right." The kid looks at me gets back to work. I'm in here all the time so he knows me a bit he also knows I'm usually armed as part of my job."

She polishes of a couple of donuts before we get back home. Then I throw a few sandwiches together. She looks so different out of that combat Skirt it still looks kind of rigid. I wonder if it's armored.

She curls up on the couch with her feet up Crescent Rose in arms reach. Donut in her hand and a cup of coffee on the table. It probably creeps her out but I can't stop looking at her. She just stopped and looked at me for a minute. Then just smiled.