A cute but simple outfit.

When you see what she has you are actually surprised, you were expecting a little cheerleader outfit and heels or something similar. Instead she starts with your makeup, she uses blue eyeshadow and deep black eyeliner that make your eyes look very nice. Next a subtle shade of pink for your lips and nails. Then she hands you a pair of oh so comfortable and soft light pink lacy socks, thong panties and a matching bra. Next are a pair of skin tight black leggings that are just thin enough for someone looking very closely to see the pink panties underneath, that sit low on your hips. For your feet she has a pair of very soft looking just over the knee leather boots that feel wonderful. Over this comes an armored brown leather tunic with splits down the sides so you can catch a slight glimpse of skin over your leggings and offers enough cleavage that the bra is barely visible. She positions your belt with your pouches right at your waist emphasizing how skinny you are and your thicker weapon belt hangs on your hips giving you a much more hourglass shape once your knife is on your hip and she hangs your new quiver for your new bow there as well opposite the knife. When you sling the bow across your chest you have to admit it seems to accentuate your bust as well.

“You are such a devious little thing aren’t you.” You say as she shows you a mirror. You have to admit anyone that sees the two of you will assume you are a girl and she is a guy. The worst part is what either of you are wearing if worn and styled a bit differently, the opposite could be true.

“Come on honey, time to introduce ourselves.” She then heads for the farm and no matter what you do she laughs and stays ever so slightly ahead of you.

“Oh you are going to get it.” You say at one point when the two of you are nearly running. When you do you resist telling her that she giggles way to much to really look like a guy. But of course she adopts a more stern look as you reach the door.

She knocks three times as the two of you arrive. “One second.” A rather musical voice calls out. The door opens and you are greeted by a simply beautiful woman, an elf you guess seeing the telltale pointed ears, answers the door. She is dressed in a very simple knee length white shirt dress with a belt of pure gold chain. “Hello there.” She says sweetly. She then sort of looks through both of you and asks, “How is it that neither of you have chosen a name?”

The question hits home and suddenly you realize that you have no idea what her name is, and even more frightening, what yours is either. Your companion seems to be as lost by the question as you are.