Shopping.

As you are in the shopping section of a rather wealthy mall, you figure the first thing you need is some new threads. Not wanting to go total slut, but not having any other real options you get up, get cleaned up, and put on your heels, thong, tiny slut skirt, and running jacket. Tucking a couple thousand in your jacket pockets, you decide to walk to the shopping area, as it is just a block or so away. Out in the daylight with all manner of people around, you can't help but feel quite a bit out of place, but no one bothers you. You spend several hours looking around all the pretty things, but while it is all nice, nothing seems just right. It is all normal woman's clothes, and some how you can't get yourself to buy any of it, despite your obviously female appearance. Finally you decide to get a bite to eat and make your way to the food court. Drawn by a hot little blond, you decide to get a chicken sandwich and fries. She gives you the food with a smile that gives you a little chubby, but a nervous, “Thanks.” Is all you manage to say, and walk off to eat. While you are eating you can't help but look around and just as you finish you spot something that you can't take your eyes off of. A raven haired girl wearing a black latex pencil skirt, knee high black boots with 7” chunky platform heels, and a tiny black bikini top. Over this she has a metal studded sleeveless jacket. She oozes confidence and is so out of place in this trendy mall you can't help but stand up and follow her. She leads you through the mall up several flights of stairs till finally, after passing the area reserved for higher end little restaurants and a theater, you are pretty sure the only thing left down here would be some back exit, when she walks into a tiny little store with no obvious sign of what they sell, only a movie poster for something called, “Hell's Palace.”

Walking in you see all sorts of goth attire, punk rock gear, music, and what are possibly real working magic items. As you begin making you way back into the store between tight rows of high shelves, and all manner of stuff, the smells of incense and god knows what giving you a light buzz. As you walk back deeper and deeper you start to think this place can't possibly be this big and turn around. Looking back you realize you can't even see the entrance. Turning back around you see her, the girl you were following, is right there. “Why are you following me?” She asks, her blue eyes burning into your soul.

“I liked your clothes.” You find yourself answering without thinking.

She looks you over, “It isn't smart to fuck with a witch.” With a wave of her hand you see sparks for a couple of seconds, as you eyes clear you see she is just gone. Looking around you now can see the shop is back to being tiny.

A rather husky man with a massive amount of piercings, wearing black leather pants and a jacket that shows off his tattoos is suddenly there, “Can I help you pick something out?” He asks while staring at your tits.

“I don't know do you have anything armored?”

“Follow me.” He says and walks away. Following him through the tight corridors the shop once again seems to change as you pass through it as if trying to get you lost. A bit later he points at a selection of leather, latex, and fishnet garments that he points to adding, “Everything here is bullet resistant, basically the more it costs the better it protects. Yell if you need any help with... Anything.” Raising his eyebrow with the last word after the long pause.

“Sure thing thanks.” You can't help but watch him till he walks out of sight, a small part of you kinda wondering what his cock tastes like. Turning your attention back to the clothes you start looking over everything. Quickly you pick out another fishnet shirt, this one a spaghetti strap sleeveless number. Once you have that, with a grin you grab a dozen more fishnet tops, some that are clearly a dress as they will hang down past your ass, and others covering little more than your tits. “What, it's my signature.” You say out loud with a laugh. Next you turn your attention to bottoms and things you can't see through. Looking over various skirts, pants, and stockings, you decide you like leaving your legs bare for the most part, but you do pick out a trio of pairs of knee high stockings that are all striped just for fun, one purple and black horizontal stripes, another the same but black and orange, and the last white with ruffled tops. Not seeing anything else here you like you decide to leave the armored section and pick out some more things as you spot the underwear section. Liking the feel of latex, you grab an assortment of thongs and tiny tops of a bunch of colors. Last you grab a total of 10 skirts, ranging in length from a tiny one just about 4” long that you are pretty sure won't cover your cock, but is sexy as hell, to a latex pencil skirt that hangs to right about mid thigh. Finished you make your way to the exit to pay for everything.

The clerk that spoke to you before rings up everything, “That will be $3600.” He waits patiently as you peel off the wad of cash and pay for it all before adding, “I admit I am surprised you didn't go for any of our special items.”

“What do you mean?”

“Want me to show you?”