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When; Er. Noonish today? What is today? .. OHRIGHT. 22nd March.
Rating; P.. G? For mentions of boobs?
Characters;

do_not_hit_plz &

henkonasuisho
Summary; Shopping! I've never done a shopping thread before! Isn't this EXCITING?!?! It is, I know, right?
Log; At eighteen weeks pregnant, Yuuji was starting to show rather obviously. He didn't like it, of course, being somewhat shy about attracting attention to begin with, but there wasn't a lot he could do about it. And the fact that he was gaining some weight was a good thing for the baby, so he really couldn't complain. --He had, however, given in and worn slightly more ambiguous clothing for the outing. --Jeans and an oversized, dark-coloured tshirt that he'd found in the closet of the apartment he'd claimed for himself. He'd left his glasses behind, not needing them for something like shopping.

He was early, so he stood at the entrance to the shopping district with an only vaguely nervous expression on gentle features. --He wasn't extraordinary to look at, exactly; pretty, in an average way, with pale blonde hair and soft eyes. His gender, however, was impossible to tell thanks to his slender stature, small shoulders, the developing breasts and hips.. and of course the soft swell of his belly. .. Once upon a time, he'd been a little more masculine.. but the treatments and his body's return to its original state had destroyed that.

He had to work to look like a man.

When he spotted Zaheela, however, his hunted expression disappeared---he beamed at her, lifting a hand to wave enthusiastically.

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She tried not to cough as she exited the subway exit, her nose scrunched up. She loathed the subway, the smells, the hobos, the long waits. And then there were the people who ever so carefully SAT ON HER TAIL. It was bad enough sometimes when she stood, her tail would get crushed between the doors, but feeling a hot, sweaty behind on your tail? Even Apolyon seemed to be like a vacation.

With a snap of her wrist, Zaheela closed the small book she had been reading while waiting on the ~~Deplorable, uncomfortable, tail smashing~~ subway train. Trudging up the stairs, her eyes caught onto the sight of a somewhat effeminate (and obviously pregnant) male. She smiled and waved back, walking quickly towards the taller man.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

"It's fine," Yuuji responded cheerfully, fingers curling lightly in the hem of his tshirt to give them something to do. "I haven't been here long, and it gave me time to go over my mental list." --Of course, he'd seen Zaheela before, and had even spent his first evening in the City in her company, but.. it was always a surprise to him to see the ears and tail for some reason. He should've been used to unusual-looking people, given his own lover.

"Do you have anywhere in particular that you need to go first?" he added after a moment, voice polite and inquiring, one hand pressing soothingly against his stomach. --He was beginning to wonder if the baby ever slept.

Zaheela paused for a moment, smoothing out the gray fabric of her shirt before shaking her head. She had a somewhat rough night to follow her brutish day of being absolutely soaked in blood, but she refused to think of it, other then the lack of shampoo and soap now in her house.
"I believe that I was lucky enough to find my pillows unstained this morning for the most part. So we'll get those... Bras was it?" She questioned, her tail curling slightly as she thought it over. She honestly had very little idea of what in the world that word could be, being one who ignored her TV.

"Oh." A blush stained pale features for a moment before Yuuji collected himself and cleared his throat. "Er.. yes. That's probably a good idea.."

He hesitated, then gestured her forward, entering the district with the Mithra woman and scanning the streets for an appropriate shop. "I usually bind them down, but.. it's probably not a good idea anymore," he confided after a moment, mouth quirking. "Especially since I'm not trying to hide my gender here.."

Spotting a likely door, he made a triumphant sound in his throat and gently curved his fingers around her wrist, tugging her toward it. "This place should be just fine!"

If she was being too straightforward, Zaheela didn't know, but she glanced at the sign over the door. In bright red letters, the words Not so secret things declared itself to the world. She could guess that the Bra was something worn under one's clothings, much like her tightly wrapped binding cloth, but the models in the windows were wearing some sort of bathing suit top.

"Alright I guess." She answered as she was tugged into the store, only to be assaulted by the smell of artificial perfumes. She tried not to gag, and kept the smile on her face, though her ear DID twitch. On the walls were more of the bathing suit tops as well as a rather interesting assortment of undergarments. A woman approached the two with an obviously stressed look on her face and Zaheela just shrugged before walking forward.
"We're looking for some bras." She responded to the automatic "Can I help you" speech, not realizing how embarrassing her statement could of been.

Turning abruptly red, Yuuji squawked in embarrassed consternation before flapping his hands dismissively and nervously waving the attendant away. "It's okay, we can find everything we need ourselves!" he rushed to say, laughing nervously. --At first, there was only an odd look in response, but once they were left alone, the blonde breathed a sigh of relief and slumped slightly, rubbing his brow.

"Err.. it's all right, Zaheela-san, I think I can manage.." he reassured the girl, patting her wrist and moving into a less.. frilly section. He wanted function, not fashion---though the thought of what Minato would think of him in some of those bras brought another blush to his face. "..Do you know your bust size?" he squeaked out to distract himself.

At the reaction given from her companion, Zaheela's eyebrow quirked. She wasn't aware that what she had said was considered embarrassing in any way. They were just shopping for some sort of garment right? When Yuuji inquired about her bust size, she pondered for a moment. It was some sort of measurement for the chest and garment, but she didn't know the equation. With a firm shake of her head, she glanced down at her chest.

"I tend to bind my chest pretty tightly. Is it possible to just eyeball it?" She asked, tail swishing back and forth as she slowly got used to the smell of whatever the hell that scent was. She glanced at some of the frilly items, trying to mentally measure her own chest against one of the mannequins.

Eyeball.. her breasts?

"I don't think that would be a good idea for me," Yuuji managed in a breathless rush. "Um.. but you can try on a few and see which fit.. Probably start with a B?" He picked something out he thought might fit her and offered it out with huge, vaguely-worried eyes. .. He never thought he, of all people, would be giving advice on bras. ".. I'm an A. Except when I'm pregnant. Umm.. I get bigger, then, because of nursing.."

Wow, that was embarrassing to admit.

She took the garment and rubbed the cup in one hand. Ok, so it wasn't the same as a swimsuit. Still looked like one. She stared at Yuuji for a moment.

"I...guess..." She said, though by the size of the bra he had handed her, it was going to be very snug. Glancing around, she gingerly pulled out a few other bras, noting that the ones she had taken were labeled C or BB, and glanced around. She didn't know where the fitting rooms were hiding, so she confronted yet another sales associate, who, more cheerfully, escorted her to a hidden entryway and unlocked a door. With a grateful smile, she began to unbutton her shirt and tugged at the clip that held the cloth in place. It was then she realized something.

Bras did not come with instruction manuals. The only reason she had gotten used to the majority of the city's appliances were the manuals that usually accompanied them. While she also experimented with some of the things that didn't, the weren't clothes. Thus saying, she had no clue on how to get this thing on.
"Yuuji, how do you put on a bra?" She questioned out loud.

.. Oh lord. This really wasn't fair.

Taking a deep, fortifying breath, Yuuji quickly grabbed something that would fit himself and followed her into the dressing room, closing the door behind them and trying desperately not to look at her chest. --He'd never seen a woman nude before, and the idea of it was both scary and somehow thrilling. He was partially male, after all, and.. well. He was treated so often like a girl that sometimes..

"Um," he said quietly, taking the bra gingerly from her and guiding her arms through the straps. "It's.. easy.." Eyes carefully averted, he fitted the cups down over her breasts and moved behind her, hooking it closed. "..Does it.. fit?"

Zaheela squirmed slightly when he helped her placed the contraption on, noting on how less restricting it was in the breathing department, but... she was kind of spilling out. Her ears and tail twitched in irritation as she fidgeted, pulled, and poked at the thing.
"It's a little... enhancing." Was her only comment. Maybe it was a bit snug. She figured it'd be better to try on a larger one, since this was the one he had given her. She moved her hands behind her back to where he had clipped the two ends together, only to find how difficult it was to take off...
"Blasted... how do you... argh!"

Unable to help the brief, breathy laughter at her frustration, Yuuji guided her fingers to the appropriate places, helping her to unhook the bra. "I know," he soothed, smiling and meeting her eyes in the mirror, ".. it's rather complicated. The first time I wore one, I had to get the nurse to help me put it on. .. I was terribly embarrassed.."

He still was, sometimes. Even now, over a year after his return to his original state, he still felt like a stranger in his own body sometimes. Oh, it helped somewhat that all the men he knew treated him exclusively like a woman, because he'd been forced to adapt to the role, but.. still. It still felt strange.

"You'll need a bigger cup-size," he added distractedly, offering one of the others for her to try herself.

"It seemed so simple. Two ends, two hooks, but... Who invented this thing?" She growled, ear twitching wildly as she attempted to put on the new one. With a huff, she held it in front of her and stared. She'd figure this thing out, there HAD to be a gosh darn trick!

Her tail twitched like it was on fire on the end as she stared at the thing. There had to be a trick to this thing, otherwise how else did human women wear them?

Smiling again, Yuuji hesitated, then (before he could lose his nerve) removed his own shirt, picking up the one he'd chosen for himself. "Look," he mumbled, eyes fixed firmly on the bra and his own trembling fingers as he hooked it in the front, first, before turning it and pulling the straps up over his arms. "..It's easier if you can see what you're doing.."

He slid a hand over his belly briefly, then removed the bra again and hastily pulled his shirt back on.

Zaheela had carefully watched as he had done so, and felt somewhat silly. It was rather simple actually, now that it had been explained. Copying his examples, she hooked the thing around her chest and dragged it around, lifting the straps over her arms. Staring at herself in the mirror, she found the thing to be strange. It didn't offer the support her binding cloth did, but it was far easier to breathe in, though the wire was annoying. She cocked her head a moment, poked one of the now confined breasts, and decided she may as well try the damned thing out. At the very least, see the difference with a shirt on.

She picked up her own discarded shirt and slipped it around her shoulders, carefully buttoning up the front.
"I think these things are not as bad as a corset, but still rather annoying." She muttered loud enough for Yuuji to hear, but found herself snarling once more as her once fitting shirt was harder to close. She had managed to get the buttons over her actual chest closed, but it was tight and uncomfortable.
"...Maybe I should consider some new shirts too..." She added as she began to unbutton her shirt once more. Another day, she'd try the thing... But for now, back to the basics.

Chuckling, Yuuji nodded slightly and hooked the bras back onto their hangers, bundling hers together to be put away. "They are strange. I prefer binding mine, too." He waited until she was re-dressed before opening the door of the changing room and smiling in mild embarrassment at the odd look they got from a passing attendant.

"Shirakawa-san never let me when we were living together, though.. He liked the androgyny." Putting away the bras (save for the two he was buying), he reached up and pushed blonde hair away from his face. "It wasn't so bad there, since it was just us and the dog.."

Hands quickly and accurately wrapped the long black cloth around her chest, a practiced motion she always had done. Her ear swiveled to listen to his conversation, and she slipped on the shirt once more.
"Those things seem to encourage the chest to move, in all honesty." She mused before nabbing the one bra that had fit, intent on trying it at a later date.

She followed him out of the fitting room, ignoring the stares that the woman gave them, and smiled softly. What was wrong with two friends trying out these things? Maybe it was the ears, or the tail... or something...
"It must of been peaceful." She remarked.

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