Open the door.

Looking at the pile, not to mention your nude form, you know you aren't getting far without getting some clothes and at least a bag or backpack of some kind. But where to find it? Grabbing the silk sheet off of the bed you fold it in half twice, then wrap it around yourself like a long tube dress that ends up covering you from the tops of your breasts to right above your knees. Tucking the cloth in and giving it a little roll you get the top as tight as you can so it won't fall off. Next you grab the pistol and load the two magazines, sticking one in the gun and dropping the other back onto the bed, with no good idea where to put it. Next you stack as many coins in your palm till you can't hold any more and make your way to the door. Pulling it open quietly you find a hall heading either left or right. Stepping out you see more doors. It would seem you are in an inn of some kind. Noticing the room you were in has a lock, you head back in and rummage around trying to see if you can find a key, sure enough under the edge of the bed, most likely kicked off when you kicked the coins, is a very old style key. Feeling a bit better about your surroundings, you set the gun back on the bed and with only the stack of coins and key, you head down the hall toward a descending staircase.

Heading down you find a dining area with about a dozen people sitting around eating and drinking. A serving girl walks up to you, “Can I help get you something?”

An idea instantly pops in your head. Pulling out a pair of gold coins you ask, “How much would it cost for a set of clothes, say a skirt, top, and some simple sandals, plus a satchel to carry my stuff?”

“Well depending on the quality and type, maybe 2 gold, 3 at most.” She answers looking you over.

“How much to get you to go buy them for me?”

She smiles, “I'd do it for a gold.”

Pulling out 7 gold you say, “Okay. How about you give me a plate of food, a couple of beers, and then go shopping for me. Use this to cover it all. The rest is yours.”

She takes the gold, eyes beaming, and says, “Right away.” Quickly she disappears into the kitchen. Moments later she hands you a large wooden plate holding a small loaf of hard looking bread, a spoon, and a bowl of thick stew, and a pair of tankards of frothy beverage. Taking the offered food, you return to your room to wait for her return. She even follows you up to help you with the door. Setting it all down on the vanity you turn to see she is still standing there. “Umm, strip so I can get a good idea how big you are.”

You do as you are told with a grin, tossing the sheet to the bed. She walks over and with a knotted string she seems to take your measurements, including foot size. “Well if you are going to go through the effort of measuring me you might as well get me a pair of boots, rather than the sandals. I was just trying to keep it simple.”

“If that is what you prefer, sure.” She says looking up at you.

Looking down at this cute little brunette you can't help but think of how much fun it would be to fuck her, making you a bit sad for the loss of your manhood. “Maybe pants also.” You say at last as she finishes. Then adding at last, “Oh and something to use as a sling for my shotgun.” Holding it up for her to see, she smiles and nods, catching the two additional gold coins you toss to her. As door clicks closed you can't help but think you aren't seeing her again, but you are pretty sure she will come back. As it is a tad bit cold you toss the sheet around yourself loosely and sit down to eat.

You are long finished before she comes back, but eventually there is a knock on the door. “Hi.” You say answering the door. Sure enough it is her and she has a rather large bundle for you. She sets it all down, smiles and simply walks away. Raising your hand a bit you start to say something to make her stay as you watch her sexy ass while she heads for the door, but you stop yourself. 'Not interested' You think to yourself, once again wanting your cock back. Just like that the door closes and you are again alone, but at least you are full.

Looking it all over you find a pair of soft brown leather pants with laces up the sides of the legs from ankle to waist, as well as laces in front so you can make them nice and tight. Next you find a similar but possibly more rigid leather vest like top that seems short, you are sure it will cover your breasts, but that's about it. There is also a very soft white long sleeve shirt that similarly doesn't cover your abdomen. For footwear she has picked out a pair of riding boots with 3” heels long enough to rise just over your knees with tops that fold down doubling the thickness over your knees. “So no underwear then.” You say as the only other things are accessories. She has picked out a stout leather belt with a very simple looking holster you think will work though you can tell it is more likely designed for a thicker pistol. “Cool.” Next you find a braided cloth strap with ties at the end to use as a sling for your shotgun. It takes a few minutes but you get it tied in place pretty easily so you can sling it over your shoulder. Last there is a messenger bag style satchel with a wide strap that you similarly sling over your head and shoulder. It holds all of the rest of your ammo and all of your gold easily with plenty of room, but you know you are going to need to go buy at least a backpack and perhaps some belt pouches because what you have in it now is fucking heavy, and while the strap is holding, it is biting into your shoulder and you are sure it will break eventually. Or find something else, a horse perhaps, to carry your stuff for you. “Now that's an idea.” You say at last and pull open the door, taking a last look around the room. “Oh ya.” Stepping back in you decide to take the mirror, comb, and makeup, even though you didn't use it really. Then with a second thought you look in the mirror of the vanity and take the comb to your hair, just enough to get it to fall down in the back, then using your finger you give your eyes a little shadow. “I could use some lipstick.” You say with a grin, but the shadow makes your green eyes really pop. “You are a sexy bitch.” Pulling the door open, you head out, determined to first find something that will carry all this weight for you. Adjusting the strap of your pack, again.