Start with armor.

Speeding down the road you soon know exactly where your next stop has to be. You need a new look, new threads, and guns, lots of guns. You pull up a list of shops that sell armored clothing and make your way to the closest one, before rethinking as that is where the guards after you might think you would go, and instead head to one of the others, more in the middle, more random. It doesn't take very long and soon you are locking up the bike, and heading inside, making a quick stop first at a gas station to buy a candy bar, soda, and a little zip up handbag that isn't designed to carry money, but serves that purpose well enough for the $5 you spend on it.

The shop has bars down the windows and doors, and inside you see most everything is designed for a man. But you walk up to the rather angry looking gentleman behind the counter anyway. “What do you want?” He asks, his dark brown eyes glaring at you.

Opening your mouth to answer you can't help but get a flash, a mental image, of his rough hands gripping your breasts as he shoves his thick cock into your pussy. With a little cough you say, “I need armor, shoes, and maybe some clothes that don't scream fuck me.”

He looks you from head to toe, “I don't know, what you've got is working for ya.” He says, standing up to his full 6' plus height before continuing, “Come on, I've got a section for little girls in the back. Doubt I have all that much in your size though, don't really have any tiny girls for clients.” As he steps up to you, it becomes apparent that you are at least a foot shorter than he is. You hadn't really thought about it before as you had those hugely heeled shoes on before, but you would guess you are right about 5'3” or so. He leads you back to the back of his shop, grabbing a measuring tape as he goes. Once you are there he looks at you and demands, “Arms out, stand up straight., look forward.” You do as instructed and soon he is taking your measurements. Saying them aloud as he does but not bothering to write them down, you assume he must have a computer like yours or just a good memory. “Ok you are 5'4” scale says 112 lbs, lets see 33B-25-33, very nice, I'd put you in a size 2 or 4 dress, extra small for most anything else, and looks like size 6 shoes. Ok, let me see what I have. You want armor as much as possible but still sexy I'm assuming?” You nod and he disappears back through a door, leaving you alone.

While he is gone you look around and find a pair of what feel like armored jackets, one black leather, the other sort of a darker than usual camo print, that while clearly designed for a man, fit pretty well if a bit long on your short torso. The tags say either are on sale for $1500 and looking up the armor rating they have listed on them they are rated to stop about the same as your bike, anything up to a medium caliber rifle. As he is still gone you keep shopping quickly give up at finding any pants small enough to fit, however you do find a pair of combat boots that you could wear if you had to. While sporting the leather jacket and stomping around in the boots he comes back in, “What did you find?” You ask grinning.

He holds a rather small pile of clothing. “For your lower half I have two options. I have a red and black kilt. It doesn't cover a lot but the pleats allow a lot of armor to be hidden, it will stop basically anything hand held, and you can hide a pretty good size pair of pistols under the pleats as well, all while still allowing easy access and lots of staring at your sexy little ass. The other is a pair of skin tight leather pants that aren't nearly as armored versus bullets, they would stop anything up to a .40 cal. Pistol but very resistant to cuts and tears. For your upper half I have two shirts one black one white, both short enough that they don't cover your midsection and both are only light armor, they will stop a 9mm or smaller, anything above that will most likely fail, though they are said to be designed with armored skin in mind and for someone like that they are vastly more effective by bolstering the existing defense, but I have no idea how effective that is. I haven't seen good testing done in the field. I also have a long sleeve leather jacket but strangely it also doesn't cover your midsection, only the chest, arms and neck, but it is pretty good armor, light rifles at least. Other than that you can buy some of the men's wear that is out here. Now as for shoes I have several men's style combat boots or sneakers, but the only girly pair are these.” He holds up a pair of black platform pumps with a buckled strap around the ankle and 6” stiletto heels with a little platform under the toe.

“Oooh sexy.” You say holding out your hands. He hands you the shoes. You set them down, step into them, and drop down to buckle them on so you can walk around. As you are trying them out you ask, “So how much is everything?”

He walks over to his computer before saying, “Well let's see.” A bit of typing later he lists the prices: “Kilt $2000, pants same price, The two shirts and those reinforced shoes you have on are all $500, the cute little jacket is $2500, the sneakers are armored I'm sure I have black and white that will fit for $250, Boots umm, same price, and the men's jackets on those racks are all marked down just look at the tag. Oh it also says I still have two pairs of armored stockings, they are the same type as the thin shirts, they reinforce existing armor, or if worn under armored pants they do the same thing, I get $500 a pair for those also.” Finished he looks up and asks. So what do you want?”