Clothes shopping

Exiting the car, we walk towards the doors hand in hand. And while I know this place, it seems so different. So much louder, colorful, full of life. The sliding doors make way for us to enter into the chaotic atmosphere of hundreds of people rushing about, going from store to store with others being dragged along by their more enthusiastic friends. I wonder which one I'll be today? You know what? No. I get to choose. I'm not just going to get dragged along from place to place by Amelia. I'm going to get involved and have some fun with this. Take charge, not let her dictate everything. Even though she is currently pulling me towards an underwear store. Oh man, I didn't think of that. Well, it seems obvious when I think about it that clothes shopping would involve getting some female undergarments. It's not like my old stuff would fit me. But I've just never been into one of these stores before. Walking into and staring at the colorful collection of all shapes and sizes before me is a bit daunting. Especially since I'm not really used to looking at bras and things. Seems like I should be trying to avert my eyes. Amelia stops and turns to face me "Do you know your size?" I go to answer before stopping myself. Not your male size you walnut. Of course, you don't know your new measurements. I shake my head back at her. "Wait here." She squeezes my arm and wanders off into down the aisles. I stand there shifting my weight between each foot before I start fidgeting and looking around the store. I've completely lost track of Amelia.

After a few minutes, I set off to look for her. I just was uneasy about waiting there and she should have been back by now, right? I keep wandering up and down the store and can find neither hide nor hair of her. I left out a huff and am about to pull out my phone to call her when something catches my eye. It's a red bra and panty set with a matching woven pattern on each piece. I reach out my hand and feel the fabric, it's nice. The bra has slight padding in it while the panties have a small lace bow on the front of them. "Can I help you?" I almost jump out of my skin as I turn to face what looks like a sales associate for the store. "I wasn't... I mean..." Calm down. You're allowed to be here. No one is going to think it's weird. You're a girl buying girls' underwear. I look back up at her seeming to be waiting for an answer. "Do you have this in my size?" She puts on a smile and her demeanor seems to brighten. "Of course, hon. What's your size?" My eyes fall to the floor before responding. "I don't know."

"Alex!" I look up to see Amelia rushing over to me. "Girl, where were you? Oh, you found someone to help get a fitting" The sales girl just rolls with the situation. "Yeah, of course! Come with me and we'll get your measurements." She leads me over by the changing rooms with Amelia following right behind. She grabs her tape and walks behind me. "This will be easier without your hoodie on." I look over at Amelia who gives and nod and I begin to take off the only top I have on. As the cool air from the mall hits my skin I can feel my nipples hardening after having the fabric run across them. I'm now standing with my hoodie in my hand, in front of two other people with my tits out. Not how I thought my day would be going. I can't see the salesgirl but Ami is staring with a wicked little grin on her face. She's clearly loving the situation and seems to be focusing on my erect nipples. Oh shit. I hope she doesn't think I'm enjoying this. The salesgirl takes a step closer and starts to reach around to measure my bust. "Careful. They're sensitive." Amelia says with a wink. I don't even have to look in the mirror to tell my face has gone beet red. She pulls the tape around me in a few different places and scribbles down some notes. And while I don't want to give Amelia the satisfaction of knowing, just having the tape pressing down on my breasts was so nice. Luckily it wasn't so much that I had to stop myself from vocalizing, but it was still rather pleasant. The salesgirl then quickly ducks out of the dressing room leaving us there by ourselves. "Having fun?" I look over at Amelia trying not to show my arousal. "What do you mean?" She breaks out laughing. "Baby, just cause you're not moaning doesn't mean I can't tell you're turned on. Your red face, shifting your feet, and you keep making little 'oh's with your mouth when she was measuring you." At this point, we're both laughing. "That obvious huh?" It is kind of funny, I guess. Thinking I'm doing such a good job and she just sees right through it. "It's okay Alex, you can talk to me about this kind of stuff. I promise I won't laugh." I give her a questioning look. "Okay, I promise after I'm done laughing I'll help in any way I can." That's more like it. It was nice of her to give up her day in order to help me out. Though I feel like she may be here just to see how red she can get my face to go. But still, the gesture is appreciated. "Okay, I promise Ami."

It's then that the salesgirl comes back in carrying the underwear set I found earlier. "This one is 32C. Try it on and if it's too small we can try a D cup." I grab them and go into one of the stalls and begin to remove my leggings. Goddammit! I can't wait till I have some clothes that are a little easier to get off. Wait... Not like that. These are just... Fuck! "Need a hand in there Alex?" I can hear her flirty tone trying to get me flustered again. "I'm fine." Even I wasn't convinced by that. Maybe it was the extra frustration, or maybe just out of spite but I finally was freed from my confines. I slip into the panties easily and they are quite comfortable. Amazing what underwear feels like when it's not just cotton and elastic. The bra on the other hand takes me a bit to put on. It's even harder fumbling to get a bra done up than it is to get one undone. Especially when it's behind your back. Finally, the clasp is done up and I turn to face the mirror. Woah... My eyes were drawn to in on the rack but, not to toot my own horn, that has nothing on how it looks on me. "Alex, you take any longer in there and I'm going to send a search party." I manage to pry my eyes away from my own reflection long enough to unlock the stall door and step out. Immediately all eyes are on me. Well, it's only Amelia and the salesgirl but that's still a 200% increase in the amount of eye on me before. Amelia's mouth is just hanging open as the salesgirl comes over to me. "Everything fitting well? Not too tight?" I'm about to respond but am cut off. "It's perfect!" Wow. Ami finally managed to get her jaw off the floor to comment. Seeing her eye me up and down is making me start to tingle. I'll have to deal with that later when I get home. However, I realize the salesgirl is still waiting for me to answer. "It's great. I love it." "Great! Now would you like to wear it out? I can take the tag off now." I give a nod and a small snipping sound later she's holding the barcode. I'll take it up to the front and let you try some other things on." I give a thank you and a small wave as she walks off to the counter. It seems that Amelia's brain finally caught up with what was said as she bolts off to bring a selection of undergarments to dress me up in. At least they will stylish. Although I think I did pretty well with this one.

In the end, we brought the set I'm wearing, a separate red set, a blue bra with some sort of lacing across the front, a black bra and panties that looked more like a swimsuit, a plain sports bra, and Amelia even convinced me to get a fancy green corset and matching bottoms. With bags in hand and clothes back on we set out for the next store. What followed was a flurry of clothing shops and a mountain of clothes being thrown at me by Amelia to try on. Some notable purchases include a strapless floral dress that flowed down my body, a black and white blouse that showed a bunch of cleavage, a bright yellow boob tube with denim shorts, and a little black dress because apparently "every girl needs one." I'm now out of my borrowed leggings and into a proper set of jeans and a white tank top over my sports bra. By this stage, I want to just go home and rest but after putting the bags in the car Amelia convinces me to head back inside to get something to eat. I'd like to argue but she is notoriously stubborn, and my stomach has been growling for a little while so back we go.