Doll Play and Tearful Gifts
Did you want the bear panties?
Yisul dragged me into the narrow fitting room. It was more like a room than a typical cramped changing stall, and since there were two girls, it didn't feel suffocatingly tight. Of course, that didn't mean I could relax. Being alone in a small space with a woman was tense enough, but a fiting room? My heart pounded so hard from the nerves that it rang in my eardrums.
Why the hell did Yisul bring me into the fitting room? Does she get off on exposing herself in front of guys? In front of a little girl, no less? I was a guy turned into a girl's body, so part of me was grateful, but from any normal perspective, it was straight-up crime. With child sex crime punishments getting harsher these days, taking advantage of the tower climb like this? Fortunately, Yisul's words dispelled my worries as unfounded.
"Seha, what do you want to try on first?"
In fact, all the clothes she'd prepared were for me, not her, and she'd come into the fitting room just to help me change. No wonder the outfits she picked were so childish—I thought her tastes were a bit quirky. Looking closer, none of the sizes fit a normal adult; they were all kids' clothes.
Just as my suspicions cleared and I let out a sigh of relief, my ordeal wasn't over yet. I eyed the clothes she held: in her left hand, an ivory cardigan of the sort parents might buy to make their kid look cute on a school picnic. In her right, a kindergarten-style knit that matched a yellow bag. The cardigan seemed safer than the kindergarten getup.
"I'll go with the one in your left hand."
"This would suit you too, though."
I ignored her holding a skirt up to me and muttering to herself. Then she pulled out the kindergarten knit from her right hand.
"No, not that—the cardigan in your left hand."
"You always try on the ones you don't like first."
"No, there's no such rule in the world..."
I tried to argue against her nonsense, but before I could finish, she forced the outfit on me.
"How's it look?"
Feeling embarrassed and anxious, I looked at her, and she said it suited me perfectly. Is this why heroines in dating sims praise every outfit? I never got it as a guy, but now that I'm a girl hearing it suits me, it fills some weird validation need—I'm actually feeling good.
Taking my reaction as silent approval, Yisul started dressing me in outfit after outfit. Plain tees and sweats, dresses, vests, jeans, tennis skirts—even a frilly magical girl dress. At this rate, am I her dress-up doll model? Back in the day, I'd play undress minigames in StarCraft custom maps, but Yisul was going all-in on dressing me up. Guess guys and girls really think differently.
After over an hour of this doll play on me, I mentally detached, changing mechanically like my mind and body were separate. Before I knew it, the sun was setting.
"Shouldn't we look for weapons now?"
"Oh right! We came out to check weapons."
Yisul startled, replying with genuine surprise. She really seemed to have forgotten. She's usually sharp, but sometimes she shows this airheaded side? Her cute reaction made me smile unwittingly. Aside from the overkill on the dressing, it had been fun in its way—time to see her various sides, pretty fulfilling overall.
As we tidied the messy fitting room from all her brought clothes, I spotted something hidden in the pile.
"This is... bear panties?"
I could stomach the animal socks or white stockings, but bear-printed panties? No way. I turned to grumble at the culprit who'd brought them, but she'd vanished without a sound.
"Not kidnapped, I hope..."
With a twinge of real worry, I bolted out and found her at the checkout, thank god.
"What's up? Want the bear panties?"
She spotted the panties I'd unwittingly grabbed. "Unnie has tons of contribution points—adding one more won't even show."
In a blink, the bear panties were paid for. Turns out she'd already rung up the other clothes while I sorted. And so, my shopping bag now included bear panties as we headed to the smithy.
After hours of our fashion show, she seemed worn out too, walking silently hand-in-hand. Does Yisul really have that much contribution points? She'd deliberately avoided mentioning the 1F for my sake, so I hadn't noticed, but enough to buy me clothes? From what I'd heard, she'd picked a bow at first but ditched it as cumbersome and ran. With her slender build, no way to kill an ogre—just fleeing blindly till she ended up here. The plaza meeting said fleeing alone nets 5 points and escape, so yeah.
My bag held the cardigan, tracksuit set, bear panties, and more. Even assuming 1 point per item, this shopping spree cost at least 10 points.
How'd she rack up enough without a weapon?
The question lingered as we reached the smithy. I'd imagined a sweaty dwarf hammering away at first mention, but reality was sterile. The clerk was a dwarf, sure, but in a tuxedo that clashed completely. Marble walls with glass cases neatly displayed weapons, prices, and brief descriptions below. And outside? A training ground with mannequins to test gear. No wonder folks called it a shop over smithy.
"What're you here for?"
The tuxedo dwarf spoke gruffly. I'd gotten used to chatting with Yisul, but strangers are still tough. As I hesitated, Yisul answered from behind.
"We're looking for a st—"
The word "staff" turned his face beet red, cutting her off.
"Twigs? Ask the pointy-ears next door!"
He shoved his chair back and stormed to the break room.
"Guess we got the wrong address."
I nodded at her embarrassed words and headed next door. Scanning around, a massive tree loomed—how had I missed it? "Pointy-ears" was dwarf slang for elves, pointing us to the elf living in that tree for staffs.
Opening the door at the base, a beautiful elf greeted us as expected.
"Welcome~ What brings you?"
"We're here to buy a staff."
I spoke up first this time—pushing past my limit. A dwarf was too much, but a pretty elf? Light chat was doable. Thanks to bantering with Yisul, I'm getting the hang of it. Not like I'm a morning glory or anything.
"Follow me?"
Descending per her lead revealed a array of staffs. The front had plain walking sticks for grannies, but deeper in, even a layman could tell they were impressive. Being elves, they sold bows too—sections with bows, arrows, quivers caught my eye.
Yisul said she picked a bow on 1F—does she still want one? I opened my mouth to ask, but her head swiveling toward the bows made it obvious.
No misunderstandings this time—be clear!
"G-go ahead and check the bows. I'm learning magic anyway."
"Nah, I wanna learn magic too. Planning to buy a bow and a staff."
She'd said it out of consideration, but suspiciously contribution-rich Yisul chose to buy everything. It shattered my "one job only" assumption, but not a bad idea.
Last time she snuck clothes on me—now I'll gift her the bow and staff.
Excusing myself to the bathroom, I slipped away and dashed to the counter.
Grab a decent bow and staff for her, plus mine—good enough.
Casually requesting checkout, unlike clothes, the clerk handed a mysterious form. It was an enchantment order sheet for the staff and bow.
No need to read—full macho spec, max options. Like filling OMR bubbles, I circled every O till the end.
[This contract transfers magically crafted equipment (hereinafter "gear") from seller to buyer...]
Skipping to the bottom, I signed and took the weapons. Contribution spent: 3230. I'd planned 1000 max, but full options plus upsells drained me.
Bow came with 50% off quiver and extras—how to resist?
A twinge of regret, but gifting Yisul came first. I snuck up behind her, lost in browsing.
"Ta-da~"
Handing the surprise gift, her face hit peak shock among all I'd seen.
"You bought this?"
I nodded sheepishly at her question. Had she never expected a gift from me? Her eyes welled up.
So this is what giving feels like. A bit embarrassing, but her touched reaction makes it worth it.
I ducked my head shyly, but no regrets. Expecting thanks soon, I pondered a cool reply—then an unexpected issue: her tears wouldn't stop.
She's not the type to bawl over a gift, even if thrilled.
Lifting my head, her face mixed gift-joy with sadness, pity, complex emotions.
"Huh?"
Then she rushed over and hugged me tight.