It was a huge room filled with every style of clothing one could think of, from lingerie to work out clothes. We had had a storage room with clothes at my father’s tribe, but it had been simple jeans, white t-shirts, white bras, and white underwear. Here there were tons of choices. I imagined this was what a mall would have been like in the old days. I was slightly lost in it, dark wash jeans, light wash jeans, jeans with holes, jeans with skinny legs, and wide legs. I decided to go with a few pairs of regular dark wash jeans and a pair of the skinny ones. The under garments were a whole other thing. I was blushing looking at them as I grabbed for black with lace, red ones and a fuchsia set that was barely there. I had fun with the various graphic tees, and the tighter they were; the better they were. It was strange for me to make my own choices, and I found myself staring at a section of lingerie with my head tilted. “Never seen that before?” I jumped, practically throwing the armful of clothing that I had collected, “Oh, hi I didn’t hear you,”
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