Life Hacks/You can buy the glasses later
You figure it's better not to tax what will likely already be a rather hefty credit card bill with an extra five hundred dollar plus charge. You don't want your mom coming down on your sister for your purchase after all. Brittany shuffles you into The Gash, a popular clothing outlet.
"Now," she says, guiding you toward the men's department, "lets find you something a bit more flattering." She pauses on her way, grabbing a dress off one of the racks. "But that doesn't mean that I can't look for something too."
"Whatever you say, Brittany," you chirp. "You're the boss."
You get to the Men's department after a few more stops for Brittany to pick up some more items that catch her eye. She sets her treasures aside for the moment, then picks a pair of pants from one of the racks.
"What's your pant size?" she asks.
"Thirty, thirty-six," you say automatically, a size that you definitely were not this morning.
"Hmmm . . .", she says, "that's not a very common size. You, sir, are going to be hard to shop for. Shirt size?"
"Fourty-six long."
"Mm Hmm," she says, then starts taking you from rack to rack, picking out clothes and holding them up to you to see how they look. After a bit she has a decent assortment of clothing for you to try on. She gather's her own goodies, and marshals you toward the changing rooms. "Maximum of five items, huh? Well, take . . . these . . . five . . . first. Okay, in you get!"
"Yes ma'am!"
"Ugh . . . don't call me ma'am."
"As you wish, milady," you say with an exaggerated bow.
"In in in!" she says, pushing you into the changing room.
You spend the next several hours trying on clothing, and getting Brittany's opinion on them. Each time you go into the changing room and come out again, you notice that Brittany's selection of clothing for herself has grown . . . and occasionally your own as well.
Finally, she seems satisfied with the selections you will be buying. "Okay, my turn. I'll try to be quick."
"No hurry," you find yourself saying despite the fact that you've always loathed clothes shopping before.
"Really?" asks Brittany. "Since when have you been okay with clothes shopping."
"I don't know," you say with a shrug, "you make it kind of fun."
"Aww," she says, "thanks Xander." She then takes her first five items into the changing room . . . leaving you outside of course.
What's next?
- Be a good boy and wait for her to emerge.
- Be a naughty boy and peak in on her.
- Be a bad boy and wait till you think she's not decent and get in with her.
- Break out the duck.