Chapter 7
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*EDIT*
Thank you to PenguinxHero for correcting some grammatical errors. :D
*EDIT 2*
Thanks to anonymous reviewer K I realized I had the shoe size thing backwards. DX
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Shopping
Mello POV
Step one is the clothes I thought as I went up to the women's clothing store that was very far away from where I lived. Taking a deep breath I entered. A red headed Caucasian woman with blue eyes and glasses looked up to me and I could tell it took her a second to realize I was a guy. "Can I help you sir?"
"Yeah… my sister is coming to live with me since she lost everything in a fire."
"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry" she cut me off with a gasp putting her hands to her mouth in a horrified gesture. Her nails were medium blue I noticed.
"She's OK now. She only has 3 outfits and none of them are really dressy since she had to buy on a budget. I want to buy her some clothes –a lot of clothes– to help her out. She's one of those girls who needs to have a cramped closet."
The woman nodded in understanding. "What does she look like?"
"She looks like me except she's a girl. We're twins and other than the anatomy we could be identical. Same hair color, eye color, height, and build. I got unlucky in that respect."
"I don't know I know a lot of girls who go for guys that look like you" she said this with a slight 'come hither' look.
"I'm gay" I said simply.
"Figures," she muttered. "More power to you for being open though." She turned and walked off saying "follow me I think I have an idea of what might look good on her if she's that similar to you." She went to a rack of skirts. She stopped and turned to me. "OK a few questions first. Does she have any color preferences?"
"She likes black, blue, and white. She won't wear pink if you paid her" I said seriously.
She nodded with a sigh "darn your color scheme is meant for pink. Blue, black, and white can work though I think. How about cup size? I know that's uncomfortable but do you know?"
"Um… you mean how big her breasts are?" I asked uncomfortably faking a blush for 'thinking about my sister's breasts'. "She's small." I pointed to a nearby mannequin with small breasts for emphasis.
"A cup then. I think some sports bras that stretch would be good then if you're unsure. OK how about shoe size?"
I had done the research for this one. My feet were a size 7 in men's and women's sizes were roughly two sizes larger. "She's a nine. I know because she makes me go shoe shopping with her. She's kind of clumsy in stilettos by the way."
She nodded again. "Clothing preferences?"
"Um… she hates short skirts not that I'd let her wear them" she giggled at that. "She wears tops that have a cut at the top of her cleavage so very little is shown or wears regular shirts. Oh and she hates tight restrictive, clothing." I paused then quickly said "she feels uncomfortable if she's not wearing a bra too." I pretended to blush again.
Once again she nodded. "OK last question: what is the price limit? Sorry I know it's rude to ask."
"It's fine and there is none." She looked incredulous. "Inheritance" I said with a shrug and she nodded.
"OK then" she looked at the skirts and held one up to me and I blushed. She gave me an apologetic glance. "How about this one?"
I looked at it and saw it was black and knee-length with a row of buttons up the front. I must be really sick to be curious as to what wearing a skirt is like. It will help convince Matt though. I shrugged "it looks like something she'd wear."
She nodded and held up a knee-length medium blue skirt with a wide band of blue lace at the bottom. Yep I'm definitely sick. "That too I think." I went to the rack and picked out a busy black and white patterned skirt with a black band at the top and another black knee-length skirt with pinstripes. I then went around the store and with the lady's help found an ankle-length skirt with different bands of blue and patterns she called 'bohemian', some lose black slacks, a black dress with a white patterned bottom, a gauzy black top that tied around the waist, a white T-shirt with a blue butterfly print, a few blue oxford shirts, a few white blouses with a ruffle down the front, a medium blue vest and a blue spaghetti strap dress with a black ribbon at the waist. I internally groaned when I realized I would need a lot of these dry cleaned. I'll just go to a place near here with the sister excuse again. Then I got a gray knit jacket and a black leather coat I was super glad was here.
"OK wow. I see what you mean by cramped closet" the woman teased. "Let's see about shoes. Nine you said?" and I nodded. I looked and saw there were some ankle-high leather boots that looked rather badass in my size. I also got some black leather loafers that could pass for men's in a pinch. I got some medium-blue ballet flats along with some silver and black ones with a black bow above the toes. Then I saw some clunky Lolita heels with an odd string to the side of the top of the foot. I'll never live this down if the guys found out. I topped it off with a necklace made of three strands of black and gray beads and a black leather designer bag.
I finally paid for it all and the girl looked like she was going to jump for joy right in front of me. I hefted all the bags to my car then went to my hair salon. I hated barbers because they always cut off far more than necessary. It was a walk-in salon and it wasn't busy so I got a trimming right away. I looked and saw some special shampoos and realized I would need to really play the part and smell like a girl too.
Groaning I went to a grocery store and got some shampoos, shaving creams, lotions, and female razors. I decided to draw the line at makeup. I got some wax thinking it just might slow down facial hair growth if I really needed it, possibly. I didn't get a lot to begin with. I added some Ghirardelli chocolate and paid. I got weird looks but the checkout girl didn't ask.
I was so stressed on how to fake breasts when it hit me. That's it: stress! I went to a toy store and asked where they kept their stress balls. Once I found them I picked a few of them that had liquid inside so they were squishy not hard. They weren't soft enough to really pass for breasts to someone who knew better but A. I'm pretty sure Matt didn't and B. I could always say it's the bra's fault.
Finally I got home and brought everything to my condo. Now to call Matt.
He picked up on the first ring as I munched tiredly on a chocolate bar. "Hello?"
"Hey it's Mello. How would you feel about going on a date Friday?"
"Really? Where?" he sounded very excited.
"Umm…" I looked at the paper on the table and saw there was a carnival in the next town over. "A carnival? In Homingston Square?"
"Sure. Do you want me to pick you up?"
I bit my lip and sealed my fate. "How about at 3:30?"
I'm pretty damn proud of myself for the stress ball idea but it makes me fear my own mind that I thought it up. XD There is a picture of them on my links/pictures website.
I have one tiny idea for the carnival but other than that I need to think up a bit more. XP
Anyway like it says above pics will be on my link/picture webpage
