Since Jamie has no other plans, she's going to give the beach a try. But first...

"I..." Jamie trailed off. Her first instinct had been to flee back home, to return to her comfort zone behind her computer. But what would she do then? Fart around on the internet until evening, and then... better stop there, she'd have to deal with that soon enough. No, the beach was better. Maybe she would even get used to all the attention she was getting with her new body. "Yeah, sure! Beach sounds good. I'll just get the dresses back home first and meet you guys later."

"Sounds like a plan," Addie replied from behind the curtain, back to her usual bubbly personality. "Let's share phone numbers so you can find us later."

"Alright, just let me get dressed first." Jamie got up and started taking off the pareo. "Mind passing me the dress I tried on first? I'm gonna wear it home, I think."

"Good choice. It really shows off your beautiful legs!" The compliment made Jamie blush, or rather, deepened her existing one. "Uh, by the way, do you have other shoes than your sneakers? They don't really fit the dresses. At all."

An arm clad in black, frilly clothing appeared on the other side of the curtain, holding the thigh-length dress Jamie had requested.

"Oh, don't worry. We have the cutest selection of shoes, too - two or three pairs should give you enough options to go with all the dresses you picked out." Jenny was definitely a good sales girl, seeing an opportunity to sell a customer more of what she definitely needed and pouncing on it. Jamie took the dress and put it on over the bikini, making a mental note that she also needed to go shop for underwear. Luckily, the futa's tits had grown before Jamie had spent any money on bras. That was something she hadn't ever thought she'd think ... At least thanks to the petticoats, this dress didn't feel as fluttery as her navy blue one. Alright then, off to get some shoes, and then back home.

Luckily, without having to show off for the stream, finding a few pairs of shoes for Jamie proved to be much faster, and the futa became the proud owner of three pairs of patent-leather shoes in different colors. Wearing the white ones to go with her new dress, the futa stepped up to the counter and simply stared as she fully realized for the first time how many dresses had accumulated in the two hours they had spent in the boutique. There had to be ten, maybe fifteen dresses! When Jamie had recovered, the futa became aware of the budget rundown Monica was giving her daughter.

"All in all, even with the shoes, we're at 70% of the donations. Even if we factor in the average 10% of people that take theirs back, we'll even make a profit with this little stunt!"

"And to think you said this was just a waste of time when I started streaming," Addie replied with a smile and gave her mother a kiss on the lips that quickly turned into full-fledged frenching, the blonde standing on her tiptoes to reach the taller woman. Jamie busied herself by playing with the bows on her dress, Jenny put the dresses and shoes into bags after scanning them in until Addie and Monica had to come up for air. Jamie pulled a face as she saw how many bags she'd have to carry; the petticoats made sure that while Jamie's new clothing wasn't heavy, it took up an extraordinary amount of space.

"I have packed up everything for you guys," Jenny said after mother and daughter had gotten enough of each other. "How will you be paying?"

"Credit card, please. Unless we can have a few hours to shift over the donations to my sweetie's bank account!" Monica laughed, getting her wallet from her bermudas and fishing out the aforementioned piece of plastic. Completing the transaction didn't take long, and soon Jamie was the proud owner of a sizable wardrobe of fluffy, frilly dresses. And she actually found herself looking forward to wearing each and every one of them.

"There you go, Jamie! All yours, and thanks for being such a good sport during the stream," Addie smiled at the futa and pushed the bags over to Jamie.

"No, really, I have to thank you! You spent so much money on me when we only just met..."

"Naah, don't worry about it!" Monica's grin became even wider as she checked something on her phone - presumably the balance on the donation account. "Technically, we haven't spent anything; that was all the viewers. We even get a little vacation money out of this."

"Okay, then, uh, glad I could help?" Jamie had no real idea what to say. The whole day had been one new experience after the other, not all of them fully pleasant in hindsight. Well, most of them had felt pretty good, but still.

Addie giggled. "Got it. Now, let's exchange numbers so you can find us later. Best contact Monica though, 'cause I'll be streaming."

"Since we're doing the numbers thing, here's mine," Jenny interjected, taking out her own phone from somewhere in her dress. "You're very... quick on the uptake, so I want to see where that'll take you."

Jamie's fierce blush clashed a little with the pastel blue of her dress. But still, she took out her phone from her messenger bag and opened the address book, but as she looked back up at Jenny, the dumbfounded look on the sales girl's face gave her pause.

"You... you're wearing that with your dress?!" Jenny squeaked, actually shying away from the counter a bit. "Oh no no no, that won't do. Tell you what, since you guys spent more than what I make in a month, I'll use part of my commission to gift you one of our bags."

So they did pay commission here! Jamie had been right. But Jenny giving up part of her pay didn't sit right with her - and neither did it with Monica.

"Oh no, we couldn't possibly--"

"No, really, I insist." Stepping around the counter, she picked out a black leather handbag with a white frilly bow from a display and pushed it in Jamie's hands. "Here you go, affordable and will go well with any of your dresses. Think of it as something to remember me by. After all, you did the same..." Jenny replied, putting one hand over her lower abdomen.

"Wait, what..." Monica began, before turning to Jamie with wide eyes. "You didn't use protection?!"

"N-no, I didn't think..."

"Didn't think of it..." Monica ended the sentence, sounding slightly disappointed. "Please always use protection. Addie is on the pill, by the way, because as good as her streaming job pays, we are not ready for a kid."

"Wait, on the pill? Aren't you le--ooooh! I understand. Not prying any further!" That was probably for the best. Even if the sales girl was wrong, the less they revealed, the better. "And don't worry, it was just a dumb joke. I have morning after pills at home. My body just can't handle the pill ..."

"Yeah, I'm honestly glad they just... work for me," Addie interjected. "The storie's I've heard about what they do for some women..."

"Tell me about it! I felt bloated, migraines like no tomorrow, and the worst was how it killed my libido! Really, I'd rather take so many morning after pills that I rattle when you shake me than keep taking the other ones."

Jamie looked from the blonde and the sales girl, bewildered and lost as they chattered away about birth control. Would she have to deal with stuff like that as well? Was she even fertile?! After all, her body was pretty much unique, as far as Jamie knew. She'd have to talk to her mother about getting a few tests done. If Jamie impregnated someone, or even worse, got pregnant herself... The futa shuddered just thinking about it.

"Uhm, I'll get the stuff home and meet you at the beach, then," Jamie used the opportunity to make her escape. "I'll see you around, Jenny!"

The futa gathered up her bags and went to bolt out of the store, but Monica's hand on her shoulder stopped her. Turning her head to look at her, Jamie felt the sudden urge to slap herself. The numbers! She had forgotten to trade numbers with the others. Also, her messenger bag was still lying on the counter. At least some aspects of her old male self where still intact. Sadly one of them was the feeling of awkwardness when women talked about their bodily functions and the subsequent need to vacate the premises.

"Forgetting something?" Monica grinned, raising one eyebrow and pulling her phone out of her bermudas.

"Right, sorry..." Jamie replied sheepishly, and quickly shared numbers with the others before finally retreating from the store, saying her goodbyes and see-you-soons in a much less hurried fashion. Both arms full of bags, Jamie began her walk back to her house, thankful to live so close by.