More conservative

Luna came over with some various outfits. A lot of pinks and neutral colors, a good start frankly. The store owner was also grabbing some items, but she didn't have very many yet. "Go on Luna. Get changed."

She walked into the changing room and I pulled a chair up close. When she came out, she was wearing a pink sweater that was a bit too big with a bunny print on the front. I giggled. It looked like something a seven year old would wear. Which made it strange that it was too big. I gave a thumbs up though. It was cute sleepwear if nothing else. She had generic pink shorts that were a little short. Hmm. Wait is this what she thought of my style? I chuckled a bit and decided to give the shorts a pass too.

The store clerk came over handing me some clothes. "Hmm. These are like your current clothes? Oh what is your name again?"

She just looked away. Adorable. Playing hard. "I know it may seem bad," I said. "I seem like an invasive **** and for that I am truly sorry, but do you really want to make me **** you to answer? Because I may end up forcing more than just your name. So let me ask again. What is your name."

"Hazel," she said. "Can I just get this over with?"

I shook my head. "These won't do. Something more conservative. You're not a harlot, don't give people a reason to think otherwise."

"Harlot?" she asked with a raised eyebrow before walking off.

Looking over, I saw Luna was in a pink tube top. Omg is that really what she thinks of me? "Rejected," I said. Admittedly it was jarring seeing her with her goth make up in a pink tube top. I decided to search for some clothes too. Not for myself but if this is what Luna thought. Then I could tell she needed help. Looking around, I found a cute little hazel blouse. I grabbed it. I kind of wanted it for myself but given the owners name was Hazel it was like destiny.

I found a white blouse with pink stripes. That would be good for Luna. I hope it was her size. Oh and a pencil skirt! Perfect! Honestly this reminded me of when I was a little girl playing with dolls. It felt... good. I tried to live and let live. I wanted to adhere to good christian values but I couldn't deny that desire I always had. Nagging at me to try and help them. I think I learned to forget that desire existed. It was buried deep but the mirror, it pulled it to the surface and just made it so tempting. Who could fault me?

The girls were by the dressing room and I handed them some of the clothes I found. I began digging through their piles while they changed. Tossing out anything that was too small or covered too much skin. I also tossed out some of the more gloomy colors. Not that there was technically wrong with them, but these girls should really learn to dress the way they want to live. Bright and positive!

Hazel looked really good in the hazel blouse with the pencil skirt. It was amazing! I had to snap a pic. Luna was always going to look a bit odd with blank make up in the outfits she was picking. She ended up settling on a lot of pinks and whites. Some blouses and skirts or pants. A dress or too. The dresses ended up being V-necks, which was a bit... questionable but I guess I shouldn't push too much. I owned a V-neck or two myself. Not that I wore them very often. Actually come to think of it, my most revealing outfit was my cheer uniform. I had submitted requests for just a bit more coverage but all denied.

OMG! I could finally get the uniforms changed! Though that is for another day.

"So honestly, what do you girls think?" I asked.

"I look like my mother," Hazel said. "Are you really planning to **** me like this?"

"Yes. Though, you make it sound like a bad thing? Are you saying you preferred the life you had while dressing like a harlot?" I asked while placing my finger on my chin.

"I'm not a harlot. God, just cuz I showed a little skin."

Hmm. I wasn't getting anywhere. "Okay fine. I will remove the command," I said taking out the mirror. "You need to look into the mirror though."

She looked sheepishly at the mirror but eventually looked into it. "Don't look away from the mirror until I give you permission. You will no longer like dressing like a harlot."

Wind shot past me. Her eyes turned red. "That command cannot be done," she said in a deep hushed voice.

"What are you?" I asked.

"The fiend of the fiends hand mirror. We cannot influence believes or feelings," it said.

"Interesting. Anything else I should know?" I asked.

But it didn't answer, the red eyes faded and Hazel stood there, starring at the mirror, afraid but otherwise frozen. I wonder if she remembered that. Well oh well. How to phrase it then. "Okay. Let's make a game of it. For the next three months. You will dress in the fashion I have assigned you on weekdays. On weekends, you will dress how you used too. You will act as you normally do, not avoiding or embracing the kind of activity you normally engaged in. You will then rate how well you were treated and how well you felt about how you were treated. You will text me these scores for me to analysis. You will not lie about the scores. If you actually do prefer your harlot clothing. I will try and help you reach a compromise. When I come to enact said compromise. You will not avoid me or the mirror. Answer me honestly, do you understand?"

"Yes," she said.

I closed the mirror and wrote down my number for her. "Great! I am glad we have an understanding. Oh, you don't mind if the clothing Luna picked out is free do you?"

"Take it! Take it all. Just leave," she said.

"Please leave," I said. Heck. Harlot dressing doesn't do well for ones manners does it?

"Please leave."

"Come Luna darling. We are done for the day," I said taking her hand and one of the bags of clothing. She held the other in her off hand. "How are you feeling, honey? I didn't hear your answer. You like the clothes?"

"I'm scared. The clothes? They are... not my usual but I guess it could be worse."

"Scared? How come?" I asked.

"You're scary," she whimpered.

I stopped and set the bag down. I hugged her close. That wouldn't do. "You don't need to be scared Luna. I am your girlfriend. Now and forever. I won't ever let anything bad happen to you," I said kissing her forehead and smiling.

She still looked sheepish, but that honestly makes sense. This whole situation was a bit new. It was hard for me to take it all in too. Leaving the mall I noticed it was already dark. Dang. Well, a day well spent if I say so myself.