Elf
Rangiku & Momo
"But," Momo held the outfit out at an angle, and squinted at the loud colors, "Are you sure he'll like this Rangiku-san?"
"Hitsuguya-taicho just loves green and the red is so bright and cheery!" Rangiku was on a wave a shopping delirium. "Besides, the low cut and the fact that it's skin tight will help him forget the blinding quality of the colors."
Momo turned the garment around. It was sure to be revealing, even with her lack of size, both top and bottom. Not for either the first or last time today, she was going to agonize over whether Toshiro would ever see her as more than his childhood friend. They'd been like brother and sister for so many years. It was toward this goal that Momo was working. Hopefully this little bit of stunning green and red, complete with tassels, would cement her in his mind.
Rangiku grabbed her hand, pulling her to the trying room, "It's the last one in your size, Momo, we'd better try it on before we buy it." Opening a door before thrusting her friend inside, she continued, "That must mean it's a really hot seller."
Momo removed her clothes carefully. Clothes here in the living world were so unwieldy! These jeans are like wearing skinny, stiff shihakusho bottoms with a tight waist to boot. The sweater she had on was better. It was blue, soft and fuzzy with tiny gold threads scattered hither and yon to make it catch the light. She folded the items neatly on the bench for contemplating the outfit hanging oh-so innocently from it's hangar.
"How's it going in there, Momo?"
She sighed before removing the bra she'd been wearing, "Just a few more minutes, Rangiku-san." She slid the lengeth of red and green off it's hangar, hesitantly putting one leg than the other inside. She repeated the procedure with the arms, and reached in back to do up the zip before closing her eyes. Plucking her courage, since what she'd already seen had been a shock to her senses, she turned toward the mirror.
"Oh. My. Dear. Loving…," she gasped out.
Momo could hear Rangiku leaning against the door, "It can't be that bad. It looked so cute on the mannequin!"
"I can't wear this! Not ever. I don't care it comes with a guarantee that I'll bear his children!" Momo was traumatized into silence and stillness. Her eyes were round, and so large, they threatened to roll on the floor at any moment. The lingerie, for it could not possibly be termed as anything else, was tight all over. It felt like she'd been wrapped in Winding Binding Chains all over her body.
With a knock, Rangiku spoke, "Ok, Momo. Let me in."
With shaking fingers Momo slowly unlatched the door. At Rangiku's sharp intake of breath, she blushed. It was provocatively cut to say the very least. She could see every muscle under the garment flex and move. She could practically see the gooseflesh rising on her arms, "I can't wear this in front of other people, Rangiku."
"Sure you can! This is a costume shop, after all. They wouldn't sell this stuff to people without the intent that it's seen by others. Besides, you carry it off pretty good," Her sweet smile and hug made Momo look at her reflection with a more critical eye. There was nothing really bad about it, she thought. She never had enough breasts to make popping out any kind of real possibility. And for all that it was cut mid-way down her back, it wasn't showing crack or anything either.
"I'll do it!"
"That's my girl. I'll be waiting by the cash registers."
Exactly one frown later, Momo had the outfit clutched in her hands. She walked up to the girl and lay it on the counter while trying to work up a smile.
"Is that it for you tonight?" the girl asked.
Momo nodded and Rangiku answered, "Yes, here's my card." She handed over a silvey rectangle, which the girl ran though her machine.
"That's the last small, and I bet you looked pretty cute in it," The sales girl gave Momo a wide smile. "Is it for a costume party?"
"Oh," Momo took the package in her hands once again, "Yes, as a matter of fact."
The sales girl waggled her eyebrows, "A party! Sounds like fun, it's been ages since I've been to one of those."
The emphasis put on the word 'those' made Momo frown once again, "Those what?"
"A naughty Christmas party?" The girl's confusion was evident, "You're going to be the cutest elf there, I'm sure."
"Rangiku," Momo turned to the woman who had the audacity to call herself a friend, "I think we need to talk."
An/As requested by CrystalizedStar. I love all my readers! I simply can't believe we've gotten past the hundred review mark! If we get to 175 before the 50th story, I should give out a kiriban. 番 (kiriban), from 切りのいい番 (kiri no ii ban) - "a number which is a good place to stop" A milestone; an interesting number displayed on a web counter, such as 10000, 22222, etc.; particularly, one selected by the website owner for the purpose of giving a prize to whoever reaches it. Anyway, review! I couldn't do it without you!