“I said no visitors!”

“Do I have to repeat myself. No visitors,” you say crossly. Even a delivery man might present a temptation. “Just sign for it and get rid of them.”

“Yes miss,” Ezra agrees.

The dress and lingerie is too revealing and feminine. You go to your drawers and look for something less... less come fuck me. Most of the clothing is for Bruce and won’t fit you.

The female clothing is too racy. You finally settle on another black tank top and a pair of hot pants.

It still broadcasts a message of slutiness in your opinion but not as extreme as most of the outfits.

You head downstairs for breakfast. Ezra has set out a coffee and some muesli that you eat with relish. “Ezra, I’m going to the mall. See you soon.”