The Night I Had With A Headless Woman

Superstore 2: Clothes...never again

So we went to go get the clothes first. The store we were in had a whole clothing section. It was sort of cut off from the rest of the store so it had it's own cash register, and workers attending to the shoppers. When we first entered the area, we were left alone for the most part so we easily went to the underclothes section quite easily. Fate took a while picking out her bras and panties but I didn't complain. I expected to have to wait for most of the shopping given it was clothes we were shopping for. Especially underwear.  As soon as we moved from the underclothes section someone, a worker, cut us off. I sighed as they began to speak.

"Hello, do you need any help today?" I'll translate that for you. What she really means to say is "I'm bored and this girl here has a nice figure so I want to play dress up with her." I didn't want to be here all day so of course my answer was.

"No thanks. We are doing just fine on our own." I grabbed Fate's hand again and tried to pull her along only to meet resistance. On the other side grabbing Fate's other hand would be the worker making a scary face. She'd say "Please?" In kind of aggressive manner. At that point I was receiving a red flag in my mind. I was afraid if I denied again, her head would spin all the way around and she'd start spitting fire. Fate also pulled on my hand as if she wanted to do it as well. It felt like I was being pressured into a trap but at this point, no was not an option. I just sighed and nodded my head with defeat. The I swear I could see the demon that was using the worker as a host leave her body. She smiled brightly and said "right this way."

We were guided to the women's clothing section where the dressing rooms were closer to. The worker introduced herself as Marla, she had green skin and all black eyes like one of those aliens you'd see in a movie. Outside of that, she had a cute face like a Chinese woman. Her hair was dark blue, probably dyed to compliment her skin. She was shorter than me so the height difference between her and Fate was rather large. Luckily Fate didn't have a head so she didn't have to look down at the girl. I could only imagine the neck problems she might have otherwise. Anyway, Marla ran around the clothing section and started handing me clothes. At first I thought nothing of it. She then started handing me more and more clothes all the way to the point of it actually starting to weigh me down. Although I was struggling, Fate seemed to be enjoying it as her body seemed to shake a little like she was chuckling. We'd see who have the last laugh, I may be holding the clothes now but she'd have to wear every single outfit until Marla was satisfied, I was betting on it. Marla had finally finished and I walked with Fate to the dressing room. Once we were there, I dropped the pile of clothes on the seat inside of it. I then quickly made a hasty exit after telling Fate "Good luck~"only to be met with a confused greened skin girl right outside the door.

"What are you doing?" Marla asked while tilting her head to the side.

"I'm waiting out here for Fate to get changed..." Marla shook her head and said. 

"That wasn't just stuff for her, that was clothes for you too." My jaw dropped almost instantly. "B-but" she quickly cut me off with a  "No buts! Get back in there and start changing!" 

She then started separating the clothes between what she wanted me to wear and what she wanted Fate to wear. Apparently it was obvious to her who was supposed to wear what. I can't speak for Fate but I had no idea what kind of style she saw me in until I started getting dressed in the several outfits she picked out for me. Fate and I began changing into several different outfits. I mostly wore more masculine clothes since they felt more comfortable on me and Marla seemed to think that they looked good on me as well. Most of the clothes she picked out for me consisted different colored jeans and some kind of top. Sometimes a tank top, sometimes a short sleeve, and other times a short sleeve button up with a shirt under it. They mostly consisted of dark colors as well. It was probably to compliment my short black hair. I guess I never really went into detail about how I looked. I had a mostly slim figure. I have jet black hair with dark brown eyes. I have a mole under each of my eyes in almost a symmetrical spot. I would say that's the thing that stands out about me the most. People often point it out and say something like "That's so cool!" or "Wow I've never seen that before." I can wear men's clothes and women's clothes and not look strange wearing either so I'd say my looks are somewhere in between masculine and feminine. Now that I think about it, it might have been Marla's goal all along to have me dress up in the first place. Why do I feel like I've been tricked?

Fate was mostly wearing short skirts or things that squeezed her body in all the right places. She also had a few casual dresses that didn't really squeeze her but instead was worn loosely on her body. Whatever she put on looked good on her. It was like having a perfect real life moving mannequin dress up in various outfits in the shop. Even other women started to gather to look at Fate....and me. I just convinced myself that they were mostly here to see Fate....even though I seemed to be admired by a few of the women. They said "You look very mature" or something similar in nature. I only thanked them halfheartedly since I wasn't used to this kind of attention. It had to be the effect of Fate being with me.  

So we got through all the clothes Marla wanted us to wear and we ended up both buying some of it. At first I thought I was going to pay for everything but Fate tugged at me before I could and held a card up. She then chopped her arm right in the middle. I just asked "split it?" She gave me a thumbs up and so we split the cost between both of our cards. The fact that she had one made me think she had some kind of work. If she was going to be sticking around then that'd help me out big time. Once we wee free from Marla's clutches, I checked the time....about 3 hours had passed. Never again will I go clothes shopping with Fate. I promise myself this.