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eyes flared with interest. “Really? Do tell.”
    She tapped his chest. “Go shower. I will brush my hair, and when I am done, I am heading to the store. You have until then to join me.”
    He kissed the tip of her nose and was in the bathroom in seconds.
    A little bemused, Hayley went to work on her hair. It had had enough time to dry, so she worked it into a puffy halo and braided it into a rope. She snapped an elastic on the end, put on her flip-flops and headed out the door.
    She pattered down the stairs and headed over to the general store.
    “Good day.” She smiled brightly.
    The handsome man with brown hair and eyes smiled at her. “Good day. My name is Andy, what can I do for you?”
    “I need more casual clothing that is easy to get on and off. I don’t have control over my shifting yet, so the less I have on, the better.”
    Andy came around the corner, eyed her from head to toe and nodded. “Wait here while I gather a few basics.”
    He moved efficiently around the store and returned with an armload of fabric with shoeboxes balanced on top.
    “Come this way. I will set you up in a dressing room.”
    She followed him, and her flip-flops smacked her heels with every step.
    “A creepy elf might come in here and want to participate. Whistle if he shows up.”
    “What will make him creepy?” Andy grimaced.
    She peeked around the corner of the curtain. “He will be interested in me. That is usually creepy enough.”
    Andy’s face had gone from concern to amused shock as she pulled the curtain back into place.
    Hayley whipped her clothing off and looked at the new selections. The bandeau with a single strap looked comfy, but it wasn’t going to stand up to the stresses her breasts would put on it.
    The panties fit and had a bit of stretch to them. She whipped her arm around the curtain and dangled a bra from her fingertips. When it was taken, she said, “36F please.”
    The bra disappeared, and a moment later, a masculine hand appeared with the correct size in four different colours.
    “Thank you.”
    She slipped the first of the four on and sighed in relief as everything was supported and comfortable. “Perfect fit. Thank you.”
    To her surprise, she checked the label and the bra was a 38F. No wonder the band was more comfortable. She turned, twisted and finally slipped on the first of the sundresses that Andy had picked out for her.
    The mirrors in the change room were too close, so she opened the curtain and stepped outside. Tovin was leaning against the doorframe. “Yikes!”
    He grinned. “The dress looks good, but I think I can see all the way down to your toes.”
    She glared at him and moved to the three-way mirror. The dress was good, but it was way too tight at the bust line, too wide at the waist, and snug at the hips.
    Andy came by. “Right. More of a 50s style. Back in a minute.”
    Tovin stood behind her in the mirror and wrapped his arms around her. “When we bond, you will be able to make the minor modifications to the fabric to tailor it to you.”
    “Wonderful. What do I do now?”
    “Choose a different dress.”
    Andy came to her with a series of separates that held promise, but they weren’t what she was looking for.
    “They look adorable, and I want to try them on, but do you have something in a boring jersey dress that won’t tangle with my beasts?”
    Andy’s eyes lit up, and he handed the clothing to Tovin. “I have just the thing.”
    Hayley scowled. “One would think this was your shopping trip.”
    He shrugged. “I am the one who will be looking at your wardrobe. I have a vested interest.”
    He picked out a top and skirt. “Try these.”
    She began a one-hour ordeal of clothing, shoes and a nightmare of static cling that made her glad she had braided her hair.
    Out of all the fighting and fussing, she came out of the ordeal with a dozen pairs of panties, four bras, two sets of flats, two medium pairs of pumps and two high-heeled pumps. Clothing wise, she had four