fandomtownies | Pixie Dust, Friday 6-12

Karla enetered the shop hesitantly, looking around. She'd never actually been in a clothing shop quite like this. In Glacia, one always went to a dressmaker's shop to be fitted, and then the clothing was made for you. They kept a few pre-made items around in case someone needed clothing in a hurry, but nothing like the racks and racks of clothing she saw here. She'd heard Amdarh has shops like this, but had never actually seen one for herself.

She glanced over to racks filled with dresses, and the girly part of herself that she'd thought she buried when she returned to the family estate cried for them. She firmly told it to shut up, and waited for Emma to arrive, prowling about the store in something akin to wonder.

Emma breezed in shortly after Karla, purse slung over her shoulder. "Ready to shop, darling?" she asked, taking a good look around.

"Now, what do you think you need? Are you just wanting to 'fit in', or do you have wardrobe gaps you need to fill?"

"Ummm...I think my wardrobe is one big gap," she said, gesturing to herself. As usual, she was dressed in a pair of Morton's old leggings, and a long, shapeless shirt that laced around the throat and wrists. It, too, had clearly been meant for a man. I've got a couple of nice dresses and a few other decent outfits that the High Lord sent me, but that's kind of about it," Karla said, sheepishly. "I...kinda don't know where to start."

That expression she was wearing? So was not crying 'Help!'

"Let's start at the very beginning, then," Emma said, reaching for the other girl's arm to drag her through the store. "What are your favorite colors, and do you like slacks or skirts?"

"Blue." Karla said promptly. "And silver. Dark blue, not light. Black is also really nice. Uhhh...dark forest greens? No yellows or reds or pinks." She made a face. "And I prefer slacks," she said adamantly. Though she couldn't stop herself from fingering a few of the dresses on the rack.

Emma nodded, grabbing some slacks off the rack in what looked to be Karla's size.

"Alright," she said, also nabbing a few tops. "Start picking up anything that suits your fancy, darling. We can try it all on, and narrow it down from there."

"I like both pants," Karla said, grinning at the name of one of them. "But I think I'll go for this shirt instead." She grabbed one in blue.

"Ummm...are these items okay?" she asked, hesitantly, showing Emma a few shirts and more pants. "Is there anything here that you like? For you, I mean."

"You are talking to a professional shopper," Emma laughed, adding things to her own pile. "I'll most likely try on half the store before we're done."

Professional shoplifter as of late, technically, but Emma had spent many pleasurable hours actually shopping before her change. She'd pay for stuff on the island, of course, just because it was stupid to push her luck where she lived.

"Oh, I like those last two shirts. Would you mind if I also got them?" She asked, shyly.

"Not at all," she answered, pulling their twins off the rank and handing them over. "Are you needing suitable undergarments, too? Sometimes with different materials and fabrics, things fit differently." There, that was nicely discreet.

"Yes, I should probably get some that are appropriate for this world," Karla said. There was a brief moment of panic when she realized that she had no idea what half of them were. "Ummm..."

"Right," Emma replied briskly, leading the way towards the intimates section. "First thing to know, is you never should sacrifice comfort for sexy. If something doesn't fit right, you won't have the confidence to pull it off."

She grabbed some basics in various styles, as well as some cute options. "Generally, a bra will hook in the back, and should provide decent support when you move."

Karla glanced ruefully down at her chest. "I don't have a whole lot to support," she said wrly.

"That, dear, is why they invented the push-up," Emma said, giving Karla a wink as she found a few that might help in that department. "You didn't think this was all-natural, did you?"

Possibly TMI, and not entirely true, but Emma did own a number of bras for various occasions, depending on how distracting she needed her clevage to be.

"Besides, you're still a growing girl, and that means you're going to wake up one day in desperate need of a good bra. Better we get you started now, so you know what to look for later."

"You can do that?!" Karla exclaimed, jaw-drop and all. Sure, she had corsets which helped when she needed it, but those had a lot more fabric and a fair bit of steel. These flimsy things were...well...really flimsy!

She looked at a few of the bras that Emma had given her. "I guess I'll try these on, then," she said, heading into the dressing room. Moments later, there came the sounds of muffled cusing and a fair bit of struggling.

Can't laugh, can't laugh... Emma slipped into one of the dressing rooms, trying on a top as she listened to the thumps from the room beside her.

"Do you need a hand?" she called, stepping out to twirl in front of the tri-fold mirror.

"Son of a whoring bitch!" Karla said, trying to snap the bra behind her. "Are servants more common here than I thought? Who's supposed to snap these things? And what cursed bastard made these hooks so famn tiny?! Ow!"

"...Maybe."

"Sadly, no servants," Emma giggled as she slipped into the changing room.

"Okay, one way to put it on is backwards," she said, picking up one of the bras. "You literally hook it in front, then slide it around on your body until it's in the right position," she continued, miming it over her shirt. "Then you pull up the straps. See?"

"Or you put it on like you did, and reach around the back. Just slide your fingers along until you find the row of eyes. Then it's just a matter of snapping the hooks into place after a few tries."

Karla's expression was still a bit disgrunted, but she did as Emma explained, sliding her fingers along the bra. It took some contorting and a few more minutes, but--finally!--victory was achieved. Karla glanced at herself in the mirror, and blinked. "Wow," she said, poking at hersef. "If I didn't know better, I'd call that an illusion." She poked again. "Ow. Guess not."

"Never underestimate the power of dressing right," Emma replied dryly. "That includes the right foundation items. Now, grab that rose-hued shirt of yours, and let's see the whole package."

Karla did as bidden, shrugging the shirt on and pairing it with the pair of black pinstripe slacks. "Whoa..." she whispered.

Technically, that was Karla in the mirror. But it was an older, prettier version of herself than she'd ever seen. Though the clothing was nothing like she'd wear in Glacia, she almost thought she saw a bit of her mother in her face.

Emma grinned widely. "Very nice," she approved. "No one would know just by looking that you're from out of town."

"I look like you do!" Karla accidentally blurted. "I mean, not like a resemblance," she tried to explain before giving up and calling herself an idiot.

"Well, some people might think we were cousins," Emma laughed. "They see blonde and pretty, and don't think much past that."

She reached for the door, planning to slip out and try on something else. "Put on the next one," she urged. "We'll try them all, and then find some more."

"Kay," Karla agreed, starting to pull off the shirt. "I'll even try on a bra again, without giving serious thought to lighting it on fire."

"Do you have a swimsuit?" Emma called as she quickly shut the door behind her. Yes, the store only had girls in it right now, but you never knew. "It's just going to get hotter out, you know, and that means going to the beach."

"I have a Kaeleeran one," she called.

That meant no.

"That means no," she yelled from her own dressing room, trying on a few other things. "We'll do that after the rest of the clothes, and maybe some shorts and shorter skirts, too. Enough stuff that you can go a week or two without needing to do laundry sound good?"

Edited 2009-06-13 02:10 (UTC)

"Those bathing suits are indecent!" Karla called back. "And skirts remind people that I'm female!"

"Of course you're female, the breasts make it rather obvious!" Emma hollered back shamelessly. "You're going to want at least one skirt for nice occasions!"

"And really, darling, there is nothing wrong with 'indecent'. Just think how boring everything would be if everyone were proper."

"That's why I wear baggy shirts!" Karla shot back.

What she was really trying to say is that skirts were dangerous. Except people wore skirts all the time here. Even males sometimes. And she'd kind of missed them. And she did have a nice occasion coming up...

"All right," she allowed grudgingly. "A few probably won't kill me." Hopefully.

Later, when Emma was in the changing room, Karla approached Jenny at the front of the store. "I'll be paying for all of the clothing we purchase today," she said, laying down a handful of heavy gold coins on the counter. "This should cover all of it, though if it doesn't, you can let me know. Is that okay?"

Jenny shrugged. "We take gold, so it's fine with me. Just bring it all up to be rung up when you're done."

Karla nodded. "Will do. Thanks."

Pixie Dust, Friday 6-12

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