Ch 7: Spiffy Up

After a few minutes of driving, they finally arrive in what seems to be a shop full of clothes, it was as big, or rather, small as many establishments he's seen so far, just a bit bigger than the Fuel King's store. Anne and Samrah got out of the car once they've parked in front of the place and she rushed him inside so fewer people would see him in that state. The chimes once again greeted the two customers and the lady in charge quickly put down what she's doing to attend to them.

"Hello, I'm Liz, welcome to Liz's Normal Wears." Liz gave the two a little inspection with her gaze and was immediately set on Samrah's attire. "Oh my, what an outfit, I'd like to assume you're a magical priest?" She asks with a cheerful smile, Samrah returned the smile delightfully. "Yes, I am... though this is actually a robe fitted only for the highest priests such as myself." Samrah replied... Liz sort of felt a bit awkward though only thought that he was acting some role as a prank or something. Anne quickly cuts in before anything else is said... "Alright, hehe yeah. You see he was at this costume party, he won first place, it got over his head and now he's acting like this." She said with an irritating face. Samrah knew she has lied but didn't say anything about it, she knows what to do in this world, so he told himself in his head to just let Anne do the talking most of the time... He also wonders if Anne has a magic tongue.

"Oh, haha. Well that must be pretty fun huh? So um, are you looking to order a custom made costume for you as well? Would you like to be a dark witch? You know, since he's a light priest." She giggled excitedly at Anne who sheepishly laughed. "Umm haha, no. See the thing is, I want to see if you have any kind of um, normal clothes that could fit his size. Some idiot took his change by mistake and we couldn't contact him..." She added, Samrah noted that she isn't as much of a deceiver as he thought she was. Adding a reason to her lie only begs to be believed... he was disappointed, but somehow relieved as well. "Ahh, that's quite troublesome. Alright but um, I don't think I can take his measurements like... that..." She said, looking at Samrah's get up. Anne wondered why she needed the measurements when they're just buying some pre-made clothes, but then she immediately started thinking what he's wearing underneath that robe and decided against objecting her. Could he have been wearing something normal the whole time? Was he only wearing underwear, or was he not wearing anything at all!? Anne flushed at the thought as she thinks about some stereotype of not wearing anything underneath a kimono, thinking if priest robes were the same way.

"Measurements? Oh of my body? Of course, I can understand that much..." He said as Samrah put his staff to the wall and began undoing what seems to be knots from somewhere well hidden, he removed his neck-wear, a few other articles of his clothes before finally, the robe itself... both women were looking intently, anticipation ridden in their expressions as he finally pulls apart the robe and reveals his body to them... the very first thing they see is his incredibly toned frame. His chests were wide and flat, and probably as hard as rocks, his 8 packs slightly showing and his waist hinting a V-line. His muscles weren't prominent, but they were definitely perfect for a model. He wasn't big, though he was incredibly tall, his physique plainly boasts much abilities. The two behold a lithe body that could easily bewitch any unsuspecting woman. Samrah could only wonder what was wrong. But then realized...

"Oh, apologies. We do not really wear much under our robes..." He said, only did the two women notice that he was wearing nothing but a pair of baggy pants, or what looks like to be such. It covers from his hip up to the shin of his feet and it accentuates his build as well. The two stand there staring, but after a second or two, Liz swallowed some saliva that she managed to gather before she smiles, her composure obviously cracking. "Um... ahem... uhh, measurements... the tape... I'm going to go..." She starts walking back, wanting to turn her body but find that she couldn't, her eyes glued to his manly torso. "... go get some tape... measuring tape." She was finally able to take her eyes off of him but nearly bumped into a rack if she hadn't turned as early as she did. Anne wasn't looking anymore, she was just staring at the floor and the walls with a red face.

"So umm... we'll just get you dressed, after that we'll go home. The bread will have to wait a little bit longer but, it should still be warm before we get to the house." She said, trying to avoid eye contact with him, even more so avoid his general direction. Samrah wasn't clueless, he knew that the girls were quite attracted to his body. It's true, even in his home his wives couldn't help but admire him, especially his first lady. He started remembering memories about her, then everyone else he must have already lost... it's hard to believe they're all gone... just like a snap of a finger. There was no transition, it was chaos, then it was peace... the change was too much. Anne noticed his train of though and decided to break it...

"You are um... well built." She said, it was true, she wasn't even denying the fact that she's attracted to him. She was thinking it'd be useless to pretend that she wasn't interested to check him out. "Well I do lots of physical works as well. After all, for a mage, having a healthy physique increases our magical capabilities as well." He replies, Anne though wasn't entirely focused on his answer, she checks out his pants as well, and she notices a little bulge, something was going down his left thigh, she blushed even more as she realizes it was his dick, though instead of looking away, she tried to draw his shape in her mind, wondering if he was hard for her, but she noticed that it was bending a bit, so she figured maybe he was soft... wait... she started thinking about the length, it looks like it's 6 inches soft! It was the time that she realize she was probably acting rude and decided to will herself to look away, just in time for Liz to get back, she didn't go really far, just to the table on the other corner of the table, but it felt like minutes has passed since then...

"Um, here... I got this one, tape... uh right, I'll be taking your measurements now." Liz walks up to Samrah and goes behind him, she stared at his wide backside, she's seen bigger backs from bodybulders but his was... attractive... he wasn't ridden with big muscles, but looked like a sculpture of a model human. "Um, please raise your hands?" She requests, Samrah complied and stood still, letting her do her work. She then reached around him with the tape and took his measurement, she was adoring his deltoids and his traps which was wide and indented slightly proving his good posture, she couldn't help but get her hand to touch his body as much as possible in the guise of 'measuring him'. After that she noted down the number and she continued her work, Anne was watching intently, the whole room was awkwardly quiet, Samrah knew why but he didn't think they' be THIS flustered, so he thought to make up something to break the silence.

"The clothes that you make are quite beautiful. They look simplistic but they have a certain charm to them." He said, praising the girl's work... "Oh huh? Oh no, they're not that special..." Liz replied embarrassed. She was finally finished taking down his numbers. "I'm uh, done... I'll go try to see if we have some in storage." Liz said before moving to another room.

"So um, hey... once you have good clothes that make you look normal, maybe you can keep the fact that you're from another world or dimension a secret? That's sort of, not a thing here and, if people found out that's true, the government will take action, I just don't want things to get messy. And even if they don't believe you they'd just think you're some nutcrack." She explained, he smiled at her, obviously she cares about him. "Alright, then if I must, I'll try my best to blend in... though in order for me to be able to mix among the crowds, I am in need of guidance. Can you be the one to teach me?" Samrah suggested. Anne thought about it even though she already knew her own answer... "Yeah... I guess I can do that."

"Here, I found something, and even some jeans to go with it. I mean, not that your baggy pants aren't good but... it won't really go well together hehe..." Liz arrived carrying some blue pants and a green shirt. She showed it to Samrah who took it. "Thank you..." he began dressing himself. It was a perfect fit, though the sleeves around his shoulder were slightly puffed. "S-Sorry... I can find another if you'd like... and, maybe a different color?" She asked him, for a second Samrah examined himself more carefully. "No, they feel and look wonderful. I should also try on the pants." He took the pants and looked for a place where he could get himself dressed. The ladies took a while to realize it as they were staring at him but Liz quickly pointed to a little platform with a curtain surrounding it and he walked in, covering himself with the curtain. The ladies listened carefully to the shuffling of clothing though Anne was more or less **** to admit she is, more to herself than anyone.

After a brief moment, Samrah emerged from the changing room and he looked dashing. Despite his already amazing form and appearance, his sex appeal only started shining for more attention even though only dressed in such a casual looking getup. Liz almost fell in love with him but Anne had a little bit more self restraint... though that doesn't mean she wasn't checking him out. "Does it look strange?" He asked, chuckling sheepishly and Liz shook her head quickly. "No! You look ho- ho, homazing!" Liz started blushing beet red as she caught herself. Samrah gave her a delighted smile, and she felt like melting... Anne only now realized that, now that he knew he wasn't a nutjob, he was actually a pretty hot guy. She started to grow a sense of attraction to him, though for now, she thought she'd hold it back.

"W-Well, you look alright in that. Um, so, how much is it for those?" Anne said, Liz started calculating something in her mind before replying... "Well, I'd give you a discount since you actually helped me in selling that shirt, there aren't many people around here who are more than seven feet tall after all hehe..." She said. Anne started to gauge his height then, she knew he was tall but now that she's heard of it from a more reliable person experienced with measurements, she only appreciated him more, and it even strengthened her belief of him being an elf. Though she wonders if he was considered tall among others. After she has paid the clothes for Samrah, Liz gave him a little bag to carry his other clothes with, it was rather bulky because of his robe. They got in the car once again hitting the road.

"Hey, are you, tall for an elf?" She asked. "Well, I kind of am. Usually a short elf would be as tall as a human, I'm slightly taller than average. The tallest one to have ever lived would be a blue blood named Aheit'as. She's probably two heads taller than me." He explained, Anne's eyes widened at the thought of a person being 9 or so feet tall. "Wait what!? That's, wait, what do you mean blue blood?"