A Boutique

(Chapter originally by Misayaka at writing.com)

There was only one place that Makoto could realistically abandon a garment of clothing and not draw attention... a clothing store.

Taking one would set off all kinds of alarms, sure... but leaving something behind? Not a soul would care. The how, though... that would be the trick.

After taking a deep breath, Makoto entered the first shop she happened by, and was immediately greeted by a cheerful attendant.

"Hello miss, could I interest you in-"

"I'm fine, thank you, I want to try this on, okay? Thanks, be right back!" It took a matter of seconds for Makoto to make a beeline for the nearest stand, grab the first garment she could find, and go straight for the changing room. She had it locked shut within a minute after having entered the store.

"Okay... l-let's... get this over with..." Makoto reached up to her collar, and began removing the dress, sliding it down only so far as to let the downcast half rest over her waist... which was enough to remove what had been asked of her. Besides, taking the dress off completely was just asking for trouble.

"..." Makoto stared at her reflection, fumed, and looked away as she undid her bra with a snap. She deliberately looked away from the mirror as she slid the undergarment off, and shakily placed it on a bench.

"..." It was her last chance to turn back. Makoto nervously reached down for her dress, and before she could think better of it, she-