Chapter 12

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I hear a knock but the door opens on a thought, I barely open my eyes and see it's Azriel. He has blue pants I know as jeans and some t-shirts in a few shades. I see a black one and a loose pair of jeans that I want to try on. I grab them and Azriel grabs them back.

"You have to try something on first. If you are going to hide as a girl we can't have people mistaking you for a cross dresser." He says, holding up a bra that looks too big and wiggling his hand in the space in the dress around my chest, I know it doesn't fit there but have been ignoring the space left for woman with boobs. He holds up the bra to me and tells me how to get into it, helping me out of the dress and helps me figure out how to put it on without his help. I do not quite like wearing this but Azriel made it clear I should. He helps me get it on right and as I picture filling out the cups it happens. I blush a little but it feels nice to look down and see a more female chest.

"Can we leave now? I wanna get the haircut and earrings I was promised." I ask, spinning my blue hair in my fingers.

"Of course princess. You should wear some of these out okay?" He says, grabbing the white shirt, a green waist high but loose skirt and putting the stuff we liked back in the basket and leave the rest on the hangers. I manage to get dressed myself and easily keep my form in it's altered state, it feels nice to be like this. I hope that I blend in okay. We leave my black dress behind and I focus on how I walk, trying to get the hang of it.

Azriel holds my hand gently and carries the basket. We walk over to a shoe area and I see lots of heels and some flat shoes I like the look of more. There are even these nicer looking shoes called 'Oxfords'. They are mostly brown and white or tan and a deeper brown. I grab the darker pair in a 7 and a 6 and go find a place to sit.

"Alright, do you want to try and figure this out or let me help you?" Azriel asks, I answer by opening the box of 6s and taking them out, pulling out some paper I find inside them. I take off the boots and brush the bits of fluff off my feet. I put my feet in each shoe, trying to make sure my toes line up with the shoe. I manage to tie the laces and Azriel smiles down to me.

"Good job you got them on right." He says, holding a few other boxed shoes in his hand.

"Thanks. So should I try walking in them?" I ask, swinging my feet a little.

"Yes you should. We can try on the rest of these pair by pair." He answers, holding out a hand for me to get up with, given my legs hurt a little I take his help. I wander the isle a bit before walking back to him.

The shoes feel fine and I take them off and put them back in the box. I try on several other shoes, heels, and even a pair of boots. I leave with two pairs of heels, two pairs of slip on shoes, oxfords I tried on and a pair of fuzzy boots. They are all comfortable and I am ready to sit down and stay off my feet a while. Azriel puts everything in a bag he had grabbed and I put the first pair of oxfords back on. We walk to the line to check out and my feet really are hurting. I want to leave or go collapse a while.

"Just a little longer. I'll carry you to everything until you feel better, alright?" He says, holding my hand. I nod and lean on him, this is the longest I've had to stand and it's really taking its toll on me.

I sway and daze out as we check out and Azriel sits me on a little bench and takes off the Oxfords, replacing them with the slip on sneakers. I mumble my thanks and hold onto him, he easily carries the bag of clothes and shoes in one hand and supports me with his other arm. I lean on him, holding on tight. My feet hurt and my knees hurt even more, as much as I want to go home, I also want to enjoy getting a haircut and the earrings I told Dad about.

I guess that's where we are going, as he carries me I take in the world, people all around and they all glow of sins, some I recognize but most I don't know, the colors are unfamiliar. Teens seem to be glowing brighter, guess they don't clean their sins off as often as their parents. I wonder how I look right now? How much do I glow? I think quietly.

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