Clothing Store Common Sense (2)
Before I knew it, while watching that super cute Arctic fox video, we were almost at our destination.
"Doesn't look like much has changed here."
"Yeah."
The department store near our house that I'd frequented even back in the normal world. It didn't look all that different from the outside. With the subway station right nearby, plus a movie theater and all sorts of eateries, it was a prime date spot for couples in our neighborhood. Well, I came here plenty too. I just never really shopped. I was one of those guys who preferred ordering online over hitting up department stores. Weren't they usually packed with women anyway? But the sight right in front of me was the total opposite.
"There... aren't many women?"
Surprisingly, there were hardly any groups of women shopping together. Was this another quirk of the Altered Common Sense World? Most of them had men by their sides... no, it looked more like the men were dragging the women around. One guy had multiple women pressed up against him in outfits so skimpy it was embarrassing to even glance their way. Another was holding a leash, tugging along a woman crawling on all fours. She was probably a bitch like me, right?
"Uh, um."
"Let's head up quick. It's crowded here."
The first floor of the department store was just as intense. From what I remembered, the ground floor was usually lined with luxury brand shops, and it felt kinda similar... but off. Luxury goods, sure, but the items were weird.
"What the hell did I just see?"
I couldn't be sure from a distance, but I thought I spotted some perfume with a bizarre name. Must've been a trick of the eye. Had to be. No way a prestige luxury boutique in a department store would peddle something so lewd.
"Kyaa! Oppa, look over there. They've got the new Sperme No. 7! I love that scent—maybe we could get it sometime later..."
"Shut it, you slut. Sperme my ass—it's just French cum stink. How the fuck do you bitches even spray that shit on yourselves?"
"But for us females who never get real cum made in our bodies, we wanna smell like it all the time, even if we have to splurge on expensive perfume like that..."
"Sigh, horny bitch. If you love it so much, I'll fill your tub with my cum when we get home and drown you in it. Then you can reek of my seed forever."
"You're so meeean... ♡"
I don't wanna hear it, I don't wanna hear it! And tone down the dirty talk in a public place like a department store! Cum scent? It's gross—what's so great about it? And you over there, you're a female bitch a whole rank above me, so quit clinging to that guy, rubbing your tits all over him and acting cutesy! You're a working adult! You can earn your own money, so don't beg for some stupid cum-scented perfume!
"...Haa."
I hated myself a little for knowing "sperme" was French for semen, thanks to those childish days messing around online looking up naughty words in every language.
"Ahem, let's grab some clothes first. The ID photo isn't just for the bitch contract—it's for your student ID too. Better to look cute in something pretty instead of a hoodie."
"...I was just gonna buy another hoodie."
"Then start with underwear and think it over slowly."
I nodded at Geon-yul's words, which lightened the mood a bit. Even in this body, I had zero interest in trying on a bunch of girly clothes. At most, a long skirt. The school uniform I had to wear every day was already slutty enough—why go for revealing casual wear on top? Guys and girls both wore pants plenty in the old world and this one, so skirts weren't mandatory. Girlfriend look? Lovely style? Not even on the table. Baggy all the way. Boyish all the way. Underwear would be plain stuff too, and if Geon-yul tried nudging me toward anything else, I'd plug my ears tight.
We took the escalator up a few floors to the fourth, where women's fashion stores clustered. Sure enough, the racks were stuffed with outfits I couldn't look at without cringing.
"Whoa..."
"...Close your mouth."
"Hey, what about that one?"
"You're killing me."
"Watch your mouth, watch your mouth. Gonna forget again?"
Listen to him teasing me. He'd just recommended some pervy shirt that was basically a normal button-up but with the chest completely cut out to put your tits on display. Women actually wore that shit? For real?
"Forget my mouth—it's so short you can't even see the wearer's face..."
Smack! Geon-yul suddenly grinned and smacked my ass hard. His hand packed a wallop. Even through my pants, if he yanked my panties down, it'd probably be bright red.
"Eek! Y-You...!"
"Shh, the clerk's looking."
"Ugh..."
I couldn't say a word. Who could blame me? Out here, with the dog ears headband and tail plug screaming "I'm a bitch!" to everyone—could I really mouth off to a guy? I swallowed hard and quietly rubbed my stinging ass, following Geon-yul.
"Let's go in there."
I wasn't big on long shopping trips. No need to wander—we ducked into the store next to one displaying shirts clearly made for milk cows, right up front. It had everything I needed: normal clothes, plus underwear separated into women's and bitch-specific. No other customers, so we could grab stuff quick with the clerk's help and bounce.
"Ah, hello...?"
But the second we stepped in, I realized something crucial. Too late? I felt a wave of panic. I'd mostly shopped online for clothes, so hitting a department store like this was rare to begin with. And buying women's underwear? First time ever. Sure, I'd come specifically to check sizes and all that...
Awkward! Uncomfortable!
Chicken shit? The clerk's way too pretty...
The clerk sister was dressed properly and drop-dead gorgeous, which crushed my vibe a little. Then Geon-yul reached around from behind, cupping my tits from underneath and lifting them lightly.
"Eek?!"
"We're here for my bitch's clothes. Her tits grew fast lately, so we'll need a size check. And some bitch panties too. Go on, bitch—say thanks."
"Th-Thank youuu..."
Was I supposed to thank him for this? I was fumbling for words when he stepped in—grateful, sure—but why announce I needed a bra while hoisting my boobs? And while telling me to thank her, why was he poking my nipples with his fingertips? What did that have to do with anything? No clue.
"Ah, a bitch, huh? Owner can just browse. Oh, and since you're inside the store now, strip before coming in next time."
"Pardon?"
I blinked wide-eyed, turning to meet Geon-yul's gaze. He looked flustered too. Strip outside before entering a clothing store? What the...?
"It's manners, manners. Even bitches know that much. You're not some social misfit, right?"
"Oh, right, yeah. With online shopping trending, I forgot..."
"Haha, happens. Women's stores don't have fitting rooms—it's common sense to strip to your underwear and try stuff on right there instead of the hassle. You knew that already, of course."
"Common sense... yeah, common sense..."
I left Geon-yul behind and stepped back a few paces, grabbing the waistband of my sweatpants. Better to rip the band-aid off quick, but I had panties on—no bra. Hands went for the pants first.
Whoosh, whoosh. The sweatpants Geon-yul lent me were a bit baggy anyway—they slid right off, exposing my lower half in just white panties. His eyes flicked down, then slammed the brakes and shot back up. Good restraint, dude. But now what? I squeezed my eyes shut and stripped off the top too. No bra meant my nipples—already chafed sensitive against the hoodie lining—hardened instantly in the cool store air. I folded my borrowed clothes neatly and set them on the floor.
"Th-There... good?"
"Yes! Your nipples are so pretty! Pink and cute."
"...Thank you."
I couldn't even lift my arms to cover up. She'd just complimented them—what excuse would I have? Self-loathing hit hard. Basically naked except for white panties, no covering my privates, standing there with dog ears on my head and a tail in my ass, getting eyed head to toe by the pretty clerk and my 15-year childhood friend.
"Whoa, Owner must've trained you a ton? Your tits are way bigger and better shaped than your average bitch."
"Haha, haven't had her long. All natural."
"For real? Impressive... Never thought I'd envy a bitch as a female bitch myself."
Geon-yul's acting was top-tier even now. Playing it like he'd groped me a hundred times. Reality? He'd barely seen my ass hole yesterday and this morning combined. Predictably, he was desperately averting his eyes but failing hard at hiding his stares at my cherry-like perky nipples. Either look or don't—what's with the sneaky bullshit? Did he think I wouldn't notice?
"Shall we get started?"
"Ah, yes."
I followed the clerk lightly on tiptoe, jabbing Geon-yul's side. He looked at me, grabbed my ear, and whispered low.
"If you're gonna look, just look. Don't act all weird. I said you're my bitch owner—if you haven't even checked out the nipples, that's suspicious."
"...Can I?"
"Wh-What? We're both guys, guy stuff. We stripped shirts off on school trips—no big deal. Nipples ain't shit."
Even as I said it, my own logic convinced me. Yeah, when you think about it... What's the fuss over nipples? We'd gone shirtless tons, hit the pool plenty. No point getting awkward over this forever.
Geon-yul nodded, looking a bit dumbstruck. His face was so stupidly blank I wanted to punch it, but that'd probably get me reported as a social misfit by the clerk. Restrain.
"Customer? This way. Chest measurement first. Here..."
"Ah, right here."
So there we were, getting fitted for underwear with the clerk's help... Hey, Geon-yul. I said you could look, but staring like that? My nipples are gonna burn holes, asshole.
"Nngh!"
"Oh? You react super easily. Nipples are sensitive on bitches, sure, but cumming from a measuring tape? Owner train you personally?"
"N-No, not that..."
I clamped my mouth shut before finishing. Can't say it. No way.
...No way I felt it from just his stare.
"Oh, it's getting hard."
So no need to narrate every damn thing.