This choice: Yup. If Frankie "measures" you any harder, it would be considered dry humping. • Go Back... You moan audibly as you see the three of them approaching. All there of them are already chatting about what they could do with you, the different outfits that would work with you, even discussing what embarrassing things they think they could get away with making you wear.
Your eyes pass by over Cleo, the vipress, and Moira, the badger. The two of them were dressed fairly casually. Both of them had a couple of plain shirts on, and Cleo is wearing a plain blouse while Moira has her usual faded jeans on. Cleo's outfit tends to display her curves a little better, while Moira's has a deceptively tomboyish feel to it. If it were just them, then you'd feel rather comfortable letting them pick out some clothes for you.
But Frankie... The duck's outfit defines eclectic. As always, he wears a trademark blue ascot around his neck, hung on top of a bright pink shirt. He's got a pair of leather pants below, and a couple of plain-white sneakers finish off his outfit. That, combined with the few feathers that he had dyed an almost neon red, makes it simple to pick him out in the crowd. But worse than that was his personality. If his clothing is flamboyant, his personality is even more so. He's happy to openly talk to and flirt with any guy that catches his eyes. And while you might be comfortable with how your body is, he definitely is.
“Hey, over here!” Jan gives a quick wave, calling their attention out. You try to quickly slink into the background, but they notice you quickly enough. Soon, all of them are chatting and almost dragging you into the biggest clothing store in the mall, you forced to softly mumble and sit there while they pick up and select things. It's all you can do to just stare at your hands and avoid making a foolish comment as they all work, pulling clothing off the rack and looking back to you each time they consider a piece.
“What about this?” Moira pulls out a rather odd-looking shirt, holding it up and trying to align it with your neck, eyeballing how it would fit.
“Nah, color's a bit weird.” Cleo shoots it down quickly as she keeps digging through the rack. “Maybe this one?”
“It could work.” Jan pauses to take a look, leaning back before tossing another shirt into the pile of things to try on. “What size are you, anyways?”
“Just pick out the small-sized shirts. I think those fit okay,” You say, a little disappointed when you admit it.
“Now, now. You'll need a better fit than that...” Frankie is suddenly next to you, grinning as his hands move around your underarms, a cloth measuring tape suddenly going around you.
“Guh! Frankie, they have professionals for this!” You jump up suddenly, trying to get away. “Where did you even get a measuring tape from?” You step back, but Frankie just smiles as always as he looks at the number. He always makes you feel on edge when he does something like that. He isn't a bad guy, but he always makes you feel incredibly out-of-place.
“Now, now. If you want to look good, you have to be precise. If you're nervous about doing it out here, I can always measure you privately in the dressing room,” He says, you quickly taking another step back in response.
“I'm fine here!” You try your best not to raise a scene, but from the chuckling of the girls around you, you're not doing a very good job of it. Frankie seems to give up for a moment, but when you're looking over the pile of clothing that the girls have picked out, you suddenly feel his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly in place.
“Frankie!” You hiss out when you feel his hand going around, his body dangerously close to yours.
“Whaaa? I'm only making sure it'll fit!” His hands are moving up against you, tape barely held as he works. You gasp as you could even feel his body pushing up against yours as he works, rubbing up as much as he thinks he can get away with. It's a struggle to get loose, but you eventually fall forwards, panting for breath as you try to hold yourself up.
“Got it... Yeah, you're definitely a small!”, He proudly announces, before tossing you a wink. You blush deep as you shake your head, the reminder of your skinniness weighing a little heavily on your mind. “Don't worry, you look quite good!” He happily announces as you just bury your head into the pile of clothing, trying not to let your face be seen. At least someone's happy with how you look, though right now you're wishing it could be anybody but Frankie.
The laughter from nearby only makes you sink deeper into the cloth. The girls might be nice, but you wish they'd take less pleasure in the embarrassment of the situation. Right now, you're wishing you could be anywhere but here. You grumble and just shake your head into the fabric of the clothes.
“Well, if you like the clothes that much, you can take them with you to the dressing room. Give them a try,” Cleo quips. You only mumble and pick up the pile, doing your best to keep your face covered as you carry them away. You bump into a few shelves along the way, but you eventually make your way into one of the dressing rooms, locking it tight before dropping the clothing on the bench.
You have to admit, the clothes that they picked out worked for you. The majority of the clothing is relatively simple, but the shirts had a casual look to them that would fit you well. But even as you try a couple of things on, your mind isn't really too focused on your appearance. You're just too busy thinking about getting out of there as quickly as you possibly can. Maybe Frankie is done making a giant scene, and you can at least buy the clothes without another one? Or maybe it'd be better to just abandon the clothes and hightail it out of there?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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