Robin goes shopping

The next day, Robin found himself walking into the store after another long day at the office. The scent of the place hit him first, an intoxicating blend of soft floral perfumes and the faint hint of vanilla mingling in the air. The lighting was warm and inviting, casting a gentle glow on the racks of delicate fabrics and intimate apparel that lined the walls. He couldn't help but feel a bit out of place as he wandered through the aisles, his eyes darting from one item to the next.

The store was filled with an array of lacy lingerie, silky nightgowns, and soft, plush robes. Robin had initially thought he could find something simple and appropriate for Nashma, but as he took in the sheer, sensual nature of the store's inventory, he realized how inappropriate it would be to gift such intimate items to a coworker he barely knew. He was about to leave, feeling a mix of relief and a distant echo of disappointment, when something caught his eye.

A pink spaghetti strap pajama top and matching pajama shorts hung on a nearby rack, the soft fabric practically calling out to him. The set was simple yet undeniably feminine, the kind of thing he imagined would feel incredibly comfortable against his newly smooth skin. He stared at it, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

His hand grazed the shorts, part of him was horrified at the thought of buying women's clothing for himself, while another couldn't help but imagine how nice it would feel to slip into something so delicate. He struggled back and forth, his heart racing as he debated whether to take the plunge or walk away.

"What am I thinking? This is stupid," just as he was about to turn and leave but his hand reached out almost of its own accord, grabbing the pajama set from the rack. He swallowed hard, his throat dry as he made his way to the checkout counter. The cashier gave him a polite smile, her eyes glancing briefly at the items before ringing them up without a word.

Robin handed over the gift card, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He couldn't believe what he was doing, but it was too late to turn back now. The transaction completed, he took the bag and hurried out of the store, his heart pounding in his chest.

Back at home, he placed the bag on his bed, staring at the pink fabric peeking out like it was threatening to bite him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.

"Just try them on," he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. "No one has to know."

With trembling hands, he pulled the pajama set from the bag, feeling the softness of the fabric between his fingers. He hesitated for a moment longer before finally giving in, slipping out of his work clothes and into the delicate, feminine pajamas.

The sensation was like nothing he had ever experienced before. The fabric was cool and smooth against his skin, the spaghetti straps resting lightly on his shoulders while a stiched-in cups lifted his chest. Robin didn't really know what he was feeling as he looked at himself in the mirror, almost outside of himself. The pajamas fit him perfectly, the shorts hugging his hips just right, the top accentuating the softness of his new hairless skin.

"Robin! You home?" Robin heard John call from out of his room, causing his heart to leap out of his chest. He tore the pajamas off like they were on fire and shoved them into his dirty laundry, covering them with his work clothes.

"Just got in, I'll be out in a bit," He called back, shaking.