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Chapter 20 by vanillathunder vanillathunder

What section does she take you to? The clothes racks or the makeup counter?

The clothes racks

Carol began browsing, and with her eye, it didn't take too long for you to be carrying a large bundle around with you. You watched helplessly as Carol placed item after item into your arms. Dresses, blouses, skirts, pantyhose, shoes, and a few packages that you didn't recognize. You were having trouble keeping up in your heels as Carol knew exactly where she was intending to go. Every attempt to get Carol to slow down was met with the same response.

"Carol? Can we slow down a bit? My feet are starting to hurt, and this is more than enough to try on." you insisted.

"Nonsense! We haven't even gotten you gloves yet! Oh! This is perfect!" Carol exclaimed.

This time, the perfect item was a black long sleeved dress. You grimaced at Carol, who barely noticed.

"Lucille Ball wore one just like this on TV last year, you'll love it!" Carol grinned.

You weren't as convinced. By the time you made it to the fitting room, you could barely hold the pile in your polished fingers. And Carol insisted that you tried on every item.

From the cocktail dress and matching open-toed heels, a nice summer dress with sandals, a few circle dresses for work with assorted colored pumps, you had to model them all.

"Try on one of the girdles, we have to make sure it fits! And you'll be wearing one all the time, trust me, I never leave home without one." Carol giggled.

Carol even grabbed some lingerie, some new panties and to your chagrin, bras, for which Carol had decided that you needed bullet bras, likely because she had noticed your chest at some point. Some of the bras even hooked onto the girdles, which was just overkill, and you found yourself stuck in one set during the entire act of changing. Thankfully, that mean that you got out of trying on the corset, but Carol still insisted on buying it.

"Trust me, you'll need it one day." Carol said. "Try on the nightgowns next."

The nightgowns, with some fluffy bedroom slippers, heeled of course, were either too short or too sheer, but Carol was satisfied with them.

"Okay, I think this is enough." you remarked. "Let's pay and go home."

"Nonsense! We haven't stopped by..."

Where is the next stop? The makeup counter perhaps?

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