Chapter 5: Interview Suit

I finally arrive at our local mall here in town to meet up with Rachel. Our mall is called Clearview Mega Mall, which is kinda ironic since the view in town is never clear, and the mall is far from “Mega.” I mean, it’s big compared to every other retail store in the area, but it isn’t some kind of super mall you’d find in the big cities.

I park my car in the decently packed parking lot and instantly spot Rachel on the side of the curb waiting for me. I don’t understand how she does it, but she is almost always early when it comes to meet ups and such. I’m lucky if I get to work on time most days.

I step out of my car with my purse slung around me. It’s a pretty basic black purse, but on the inside it’s a very vibrant pink that I find cute. I usually don’t bring it with me often cause I don’t go out much besides work, but when I do I can fit quite a bit inside.

Instantly, I hear Rachel running up to me in her steel toed boots behind me. And with that comes—

“Oof!” I say as I almost get tackled into the ground by Rachel’s hug. Like a golden retriever, she can be a bit excitable and forgoes her or other’s caution.

“Hey! Hey, how’s it going!” I say to her as I try and regain my balance. I thankfully don’t fall on the hard asphalt, but it sure got my heart pumping.

“Doing great after the big news!” Rachel says once she stops hugging me. Unprovoked, she takes my hand and leads me to the entrance of the mall. I’m still unsure why Rachel had us go to the mall when I should be preparing for the interview later today.

Inside the mall is absolutely beautiful. The white walls, the checkered black and red flooring, and the glass ceiling give off a very coastal but bougie look to the place. I see people walking all around the plaza, and even more shops further inside. It feels as if the inside is much bigger than the outside once you enter, cause there is no way it looked this grand from outside.

“Sooooo… why are we at the mall?” I ask as Rachel continues to drag me through the plaza. She thankfully stops and turns to face me.

“To get you some new clothes, of course!” She answers. I’m immediately confused as to why today of all days she decide to go clothes shopping for me. I should be at home preparing for the interview.

“Why would I need new clothes?” I ask sincerely.

“Yeah, new clothes for the interview, silly!” Rachel answers.

“Why would I need clothes for the interview? What I have at home is perfectly fine,” I replied with even more confusion.

We stop dead in our tracks as Rachel grabs both of my arms and holds them up to our chests. With a bit of a disproving look, she looks me up and down.

“Oh Sophie… Don’t take this as an insult, but what you have isn’t going to make the cut,” She says.

“What exactly does that mean!?” I ask, now a bit angry that she basically dissed my outfit.

“Come on! You know just as well that your outfit choices are more of a necessity rather than fashion. You dress to be normal, not to impress,” Rachel puts it as plainly a she can without calling me a basic bitch, but I can’t help but agree. My style is barely a style and more of a rotating set of shirts and jeans I wear with a jacket, not exactly a Met Gala look.

“Yeah, but why does it matter what I wear to the interview? As long as I don’t look like a slob, I’ll be fine,” I reply. I see Rachel subtly rolling her eyes at me, which doesn’t look good on my part.

“Look!” She places her arms on my shoulders. “Just cause you got the interview, doesn’t mean you secured the job just yet. If you really want the job, you’ll need to look the part as a Newswoman.”

I think of arguing against her on the fact that I have several accolades that can secure my job, but the more that I think about it, she is correct. It’s all about first impressions, and if I don’t pass that impression, there is no way in hell I’ll get the job.

“I guess you’re right, but why go to the mall for this? Shouldn’t we go to, like, a clothing store?” I ask.

“Hehehe, it’s kinda funny how bad you are at fashion,” Rachel jokes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t exactly graduate with a fashion degree now did I?” I joke back.

“Fair, but you need to understand the outfit I’m looking for! You don’t want it to be too expensive and elaborate. You don’t want to come off as trying too hard. That’s why I’m taking you to a quality, but cheap, clothing store here at the mall,” Rachel explains. Great, first it was dress to impress, now it’s don’t try too hard to impress, fashion is so confusing…

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Not too long after the conversation ended, we arrive at that clothing store Rachel mentioned. The sign is in very curvy cursive, but I believe it says “Madam’s Clothing Emporium.” The entire building entrance is colored in a very light pink with white accents. Inside, the store sports the same coloring, but now there is a sea of clothing racks and distinct sections with equally lettered sections.

As we walk through the store, I’m in awe at the amount of high quality clothing that is marked at a pretty decent price compared to other places I’ve went to. There has to be some kind of catch to it all.

Rachel leads me further inside the store until we reach a section called “Business.” She makes a hard left inside the business section, so I naturally follow. I feel almost out of place inside the store, like a fish out of water. She told me the place would be quality, but I wasn’t expecting this amount of quality!

“Alright, look around and tell me what you like! I’ll look around and find an outfit just in case you’re indecisive, okay?” Rachel says, to which I give a meek nod in response.

She leaves me to my own accord as I am left standing in the middle of the aisle a bit confused. I look around the racks to see hundreds of different dress shirts, skirts, leggings, jackets, and vests, but I can hardly decide what looks good with what. The bombardment of choice and honest lack of fashion skills has me lost on what to pick.

A bit out of my depth, I just wander along the aisle and pretend I know what I’m doing. One of my many skills I picked up in college was acting busy, but I never thought I’d use it while clothes shopping.

But as I mindlessly look around the store, something finally catches my eye. I somehow stumbled into the shoe aisle, and to my surprise I catch a glimpse of a pair of heels that look incredibly elegant and professional. They are a shiny black leather pair of heels, so shiny that I can see my face in the reflection of them. They look pretty comfortable for heels, and it instantly brings back images of reporters I used to watch on the news as a kid. If there was any shoe that screamed news-lady, these were it!

I kneel down to grab them from the bottom shelf, but suddenly I feel a tapping on my back. I jump and almost hit my head against the shelf, but thankfully I missed it by a hair. I turn around, peeved by whoever startled me, but it turns out it was Rachel with a full pile of clothes wrapped around her arms.

“I’m so sorry! Did I scare you?” She asks with genuine concern in her voice.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. Just… don’t do that again, I almost banged my head against this thing,” I reply.

“Okay… But back to what I wanted to show you,” She says before she unfolds each piece of clothing in front of me. In her hands are what looks like a plain white, long sleeved collar shirt, a navy blue pencil skirt, a matching blue navy blazer jacket, and a pair of black underwear.

“It all looks so nice, but ahh… why the underwear?” I ask. It seems a bit unnecessary to buy new underwear for a job interview in my book.

“You never know what could happen! Maybe your skirt rides up to high and you give your employer a bit of a peak, might as well have good looking underwear to impress them just in case,” Rachel jokes, but I can sense a bit of sincerity in her statement.

“Pffft, like I’d expose myself that badly in my first job interview,” I joke along with her.

“I don’t know, back in college you were a bit careless with how often you flashed a nipple during lectures,” She says with a bit of blush on her face.

“Oh my god, it was like one time! You make me sound like an exhibitionist Rachel,” I plea with a shine of crimson on my face.

“Yeah, totally… Now let’s go to the changing rooms! I wanna see how good you look in this!” Rachel says as she grabs my arm. Once again she drags me as I am left hopeless in escaping her grasp. Part of me really doesn’t want to change inside a changing room, especially in a place I am not familiar with. You never know what creeps will be watching…

It doesn’t take us long to reach the changing room, which looks way smaller than I thought it would be. In front of me is a small compartment jutting out of the wall. It has two walls, a roof, and a silk curtain being the entrance inside, and the worst part is that the curtain doesn’t even reach the bottom, giving everyone in sight of the changing room a clear view of someone’s feet if they wanted to.

I hesitate to even move as thinking of stripping inside embarrasses me. One wrong move and I could expose myself to Rachel or even strangers! I feel like a fool standing here, clothes in hand as I contemplate just leaving and paying for the clothes myself.

“You okay?” Rachel asks as she grabs my left shoulder.

“It’s just… I’m not too comfortable stripping here of all places. W-What if someone catches a peak of my…” I say as I think of the worst possible outcome.

“Girl, don’t worry! I’ll make sure no one lays an eye on you! Now put that outfit on! I’m dying to see you in it,” Rachel tries to reassure me. She not so subtly pushes me forward closer to the changing room, leaving me face to face with the silk curtain.

I’m probably just overreacting, no one’s going to see me, right? I take a deep breath and enter the changing booth. Inside is a dark purple room with a mirror right in front of me and to the sides of me. I can see practically every angle of my body, which is partly good and partly bad. Good cause I can get a good idea of what I look like in the suit, but bad in that I’ll be reminded of how exposed I’ll be for a few seconds.

I take another deep breath, telling myself that no one is going to see me. I quickly begin stripping off my jacket and shirts leaving me with my white cotton bra. I unclip my bra strap and watch as my breasts bounce out of their containment, with my bra falling to the ground with the rest of my clothes.

On to my bottoms, I cleanly pull both my jeans and my underwear down my long slender legs, leaving me in only my socks and a meek smile on my face.

I can’t believe it! I’m naked outside of my own home, all by my own volition. In the mirror I see my completely naked body in all of its glory. My busty chest jiggles and bounces slightly with each breath and movement I make. My nipples are already pointed, but I blame the chilling AC for that. I look down at my stomach, which has a bit of girth, but just enough for people to still call me “Skinny.” Of course, no woman’s stomach is completely flat due to the womb, but I think I packed in a couple pounds recently. I still look pretty hot anyways, so does it really matter?

I continue to look down, specifically at my thighs and pelvis. My thighs are perfect; Soft and smooth with a noticeable thigh gap. Now in between my thighs is a bit embarrassing, and somewhat surreal to be looking at outside of my bathroom mirror. My pussy is like every other woman’s pussy, but I have a cute mole next to my lips. I was a bit scared that it could be cancer for how noticeable it is, but thankfully it isn’t cancerous.

I spin around to see how my butt looks, and honestly I think it’s my best “Asset.” It’s round, big, and bubbly, all of the ingredients for a great tushie. And the cherry on top, I have a cute mole on my right butt cheek. Like my pussy mole, it’s non-cancerous and is very noticeable. I’ve gotten a couple compliments about my ass mole whenever I went to the beach back in the day.

But suddenly, I hear the curtain open in front of me. In a flash, I see Rachel standing right in front of me, curtain in hand as she looks at me dead in the eye. I wish I could just die at this moment. I am fully exposed in this random store, and my friend of 3 years is eyeing up my naked body.

I fear for the worst as my eyes frantically look around the shop to see if anyone else was around. I can’t be sure with where I’m standing, which only makes this even worse.

I cup my hand over my pussy and cover my breasts the best I can with one arm. I feel so ****, like I’m being spotlighted at this moment, a very embarrassing spotlight might you.

“I’m so so so so sorry, I thought you were done!” Rachel frantically apologizes.

“No!” I scream at her. I quickly realize screaming is only going to bring in more attention, so I lower my voice to a whisper. “I’m not done, please close the curtain!”

Rachel_ _thankfully closes the curtain for me. I look back at the mirror and my face is completely flushed.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! Did anyone see me? God I’m so screwed!”

The nerves try to get to me, but I try and rationalize the situation. From what I briefly saw, no one except Rachel saw me there, so maybe I’m safe, right?

To make sure that doesn’t happen again, I quickly try on Rachel’s outfit. It doesn’t take long for me to slip on the underwear and suit onto my body. Surprisingly, all of the clothes fit perfectly, even though I never gave Rachel my measurements.

Weirdness aside, I slip on my heels and stand back up to check myself out. My eyes widen as I look up and down at the outfit Rachel picked out for me. Everything fits so well and matches with each piece of clothing. I love how professional I look, like I’m ready to report on the current trends in the economy!

“You dressed this time?” Rachel asks. A bit peeved, I answer “Yes”

Rachel opens the curtain this time, and almost instantly brightens up as she compliments my outfit.

“Oh my goodness! You look to cute and professional! I knew that combo would work so well on you! You pull off the blazer so well, and your hips are killer in that pencil skirt.”

I blush a bit, not as much as earlier, but the compliments really do hit hard in a good way. If this doesn’t get me the job, nothing will!

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Once we payed for the clothes, me and Rachel went our separate ways for the day. I decided it was best for me to head home and prepare for the interview. With such an eventful day, nothing can make this day any crazier, right?