So I might have under played my lack of girlie qualities a bit. 

Not only do I not know how to do anything but basic make up, and like three hair styles with my ass length hair, but the list goes on. I don't own high heals, or dresses or skirts. Shopping isn't one of my ideas of fun, and until recently I only had one female friend who acted more like a guy then half the men I know.

And yet, here we are in the big SUV, because 'it has the best cargo space', on the way to Lutonville. Apparently they have the biggest malls.

Someone please shoot me now.

Claire and Sara are beyond excited and have been nattering on for the last forty-five minutes as to which stores to hit first. Apparently the sky's the limit and the list of essentials for the conference is so long.

"Stop looking like it's a death sentence," Sara cuts in. "Lutonville has the best stores, there's bound to be something you like."

"This may surprise you but shopping isn't one of my strong suits," I grumble.

"Why do you think I'm here?" She questions.

"Honestly I assumed punishment for something, but I really thought I've behaved recently?" I replied, not missing a step. Claire burst out laughing while Sara just glared at me.

"You walked into that," Claire teased.

Before long we were parked and making our way in. The mall was huge, far larger then our local one. At lease two stories but the far half apparently was three stories high. And like all malls there were just so many people.

"This was a mistake," I mumble freezing in the bustling crowd of people. The familiar tightening in my chest set in as my anxiety rose.

"Jess?" Claire called softly taking in my state. "We can go over there to start? It's less crowded." She grabbed my hand and led me into a large clothing store. Thankfully it wasn't very busy and my chest started to relax.

"So what are we looking for again?" I mumble wandering between the clothing racks.

"Pretty much everything," Sara replied with a shrug. "You're the Luna of Still Water, you need to dress the part."

"So don't dress like myself?" I ask confused.

"There's nothing wrong with how you dress, just want to get you some new clothes, best foot forward. Your style is fine. Though you'll need some more formal wear too, for any meetings, dinners and of course the ball." Claire's energy is overwhelming, I feel like her Christmas present.

"What about this?" Sara asks as she fights to pull a shirt free. I groan in anticipation, but am surprised when she holds up a stylish black top with an elegant silver design. It looks like the type of thing you could wear anywhere.

"I promise no frills and no pink," Sara says sincerely. I relax a bit at that.

I really could use some new jeans, I'm down to my last 2 pairs so head over to the jeans. Being thick, the curve and boot cut jeans are my safest bet but sometimes the skinny jeans look good. So I grab like nine random pairs and head to the change room.

"We need to see, so make sure you come out, also here," Claire says firing a wad of shirts over. Oh god this is going to be a long day.

Of the first nine pairs of jeans only three are fine. I picked up a bright red top with cut outs. "Really guys? Red?" I complain.

"Just try it on, I want to see what you're working with," Sara calls. Why am I not surprised she picked it. I pull it on and it's a hard no. Form fitting and revealing, definitely something she would own.

"Chris would put me in jail," I deadpanned as they crowd the door.

"Chris wouldn't let you leave the bedroom," Claire giggles. "Ok, that was the only one like that, try the blue."

After trying on I'm sure half the store, I settled on a half a dozen new tops to go with the three jeans. The girls both had a heap of clothes for themselves.

"We'll check out, drop this batch at the car then grab lunch?" Sara suggested. Claire's quiet but nods. Six bags later we drop off at the car and head back in to the food court.

"You ok?" I ask Claire as she looks unsure around the food court.

"Yeah, stomach's just a bit off," she says dismissively.

"Find us a seat, I'll grab us something, unless you want the spicy death that Sara's getting?" She vigorously shakes her head no, then heads to the seating area.

I return with noodles, fried rice, eggrolls and lemon ginger chicken. Sara was already seated with some spicy bowl of god knows what that burned my nose from a distance.

"Oh that smells good," Claire says relaxing as i set the food down.

"Take whatever you want, we can get more if you want. Even with my sensitive gut, these are pretty safe." I'm happy to see her dig in, she's been slightly off for a bit now.

"So after lunch we're gonna hit up the second floor. Trendz, Curves, oh we have to hit leather and lace too," Sara starts rambling off store names I've never heard of.

"You know you're speaking Greek to me right?" I complain. "Hell the last one sounds like a sex shop."

"Close but no, you'll see," she says with a wink.

After lunch we wandered through a couple stores, and were currently in a high end dress shop. Man I feel out of place, doesn't help that I'm seeing nothing in my size.

"Ohhh what about this? I feel like this is a winner!" Claire says excitedly as she comes out of the change room in a blue satin gown, open back, high side slit, with crystal accents.

"Wow, that's stunning," I admit, it frames her body perfectly. "Xavier's gonna have a hard time keeping his hands to himself."

"Wait, I want to see too!" Sara came out in a smokin' hot red form fitting dress. Lace up front and back showed plenty of skin but also made sure everything was covered, mostly.

"Sweet jezus Sara, the guys will have to beat men off of you all night," I say honestly. I'm 110% straight but damn.

"Where's yours?" Claire asks.

"Oh there wasn't anything-"

"Jess I know you're not comfortable in dresses but just try something on, we can go from there," Sara chides.

My face burns with embarrassment as I drop my gaze. "They don't have anything in my size," I mumble.

"They have all sizes, we just have to find it," Claire says. "Lemme change out of this."

"You ladies look lovely," a model of a sales associate says, stepping in front of me. "Big party?"

"The biggest," Claire beams. "Actually while you're here, we're having a problem finding my friend a dress."

The saleswoman looks at me from the corner of her eye, I hate that look. "I'm not sure we have what she's looking for," she replied coolly.

"Pardon?" Sara says sticking her head out.

"Well, we cater to a certain... Clientele," she deflects.

"It's ok," I mumble, not the first time.

Both women exited the change rooms dresses in hand. I caught the look in Sara's eye and shook my head no, but it's too late for that.

"When we looked up the shop it said you guys had dresses in all sizes," Sara challenges.

"Oh, well we do have some over here," she replies weakly. I've seen them, they are terrible; loud print, unflattering cuts, not fit to be a grannies nightgown.

She leads us over to one rack in the corner, buried behind the clearance.

"Where's the rest?" Sara demands.

"I'm afraid that's all we have in stock at the moment. Our usual clientele-"

"You know what, I'm good, thanks for your time," Sara says handing her dress over.

"Would you like this charged?" She asks weakly.

"I think I'm not quite up to your usual clientele," she grates out grabbing my arm.

"But Sara the dress-"

"I can find something better elsewhere," she snaps.

"Really its ok, get the-"

"Thanks anyways," Claire says passing hers over and heading out.

I'm torn at this moment. I feel bad that they are leaving their perfect dresses, but also got the warm fuzzies. I didn't expect that from Sara.

"You guys really didn't have to do that, I-"

"The way she looked at you, bitch is lucky I didn't drop her where she stood," Sara grumbled. "Don't make this weird," she says with a smirk. I just laugh and shake my head.

"Oh this one next," Claire says dragging us into another posh store. Sweet jezus, floor to ceiling gowns, every style, colour and amazingly size.

"What about this?" Sara says holding up a red strappy, sequined number that I was no where near brave enough to try.

"Maybe something less flashy?" I say much to her dismay.

"Purple?" Claire asks holding up some puffy princess type dress. My face must have said it all as she put it back.

I started rummaging through the dresses, there were so many options I was overwhelmed. After nearly an hour I had three dresses set aside. A black sleeveless number with crystals and silver accents. A multi hue blue dress that faded to white with starry accents. And lastly a forest green one with black lace accents and corset back.

As I shrugged into the first dress Claire and Sara were on their final choices. How the hell does anyone even put these things on solo?!

"Get out here, you have to at least try them on," Sara chirps.

"I can't even do this thing up properly," I protest. Claire opens the door and does it up the rest of the way.

"I'm pretty sure if I breath wrong one of my boobs will fall out," I say as they evaluate me.

"Girl, that's how you know you got it. If you don't have to worry about flashing someone if you move wrong, then you got the wrong size." The sales associate was far more helpful here and pretty good at putting us at ease.

"It's not the right one for you though is it," Claire says ushering me back to the change room unzipping me. "Next!"

"Mmm, I don't know about this one either."

"Give it up and get out here," Sara commands.

"Mmm na, you've got too much boob for that one," the associate says. She's right the dress is too tight on the chest and billowing around my waist in not the most flattering way.

"This is my last one guys, I'm reaching my limit," I say heading back to try the green. How the hell do I get into this thing?! "Um, I think I may need instructions how to get this done up."

"I got you," the associate says coming in to tie the back up. "Just tuck the girls up and center first, then we start from the middle first then up and down and back over." In a minute or so she had everything laced up and tied up perfectly.

I stepped out to look at the full length three sided mirror and was shocked. The colour was perfect, it brought the honey out in my eyes and golden red in my brow hair. The fit was very flattering, accentuating the hour glass shape. My breast heaved dangerously but weren't gonna spill over, and the back was a sexy lace up.

"Now that is what I'm talking about," Claire said. She had found an even nicer galaxy blue dress with a dangers plunge and crystal accents.

Sara came up behind me pulling my hair clip out sending my hair cascading. She twisted it around to the front, messing it up slightly. "Really?" I ask raising a brow.

"Trust the process," she says cutting me off. She's wearing a multi hue red dress that makes her look like she's on fire. Both sides are crisscrossed lace from top to bottom.

"That's the one," Sara says with absolute confidence. I'm torn, I feel so awkward in a dress but I also feel prettier then I have like ever. We change back, and I go to hang up the dress.

"What are you doing," Sara demands.

"I don't know about the dress, Chris said I could skip the ball," I say.

"But it's perfect, you looked great!" Claire cut in.

"Give me a week, I'll think about it," I deflect.

They pay for their dresses and we head out to the last store, Leather and Lace. Sweet jezus, I have never seen so much lingerie in my life.

"Gonna give the alpha a heart attack if you wear that," Sara says walking up behind me as I stood staring at a leather corset. I'm sure I'm brighter then a tomato at this moment.

"I-I wasn't, I mean," I stammered.

Both women burst out laughing.

"How do people even wear some of this?!" I pick up a different leather corset with various straps and buckles.

"It's like a second skin," Sara says with a shrug while we look at her open jawed.

"Kinky fuck," I say with a sly smile.

"Like you're as innocent as you come across," she retorts.

I spot the stands with all the underwear, Chris owes me big time. I stand there frowning should I be buying multiples? He's not so hard on bras but even with the ones he's bought me I'm down to like half of my panties.

"Be generous," Claire says with a laugh as I blush. "All males are hard on underwear, the higher up the worst, I'm surprised you have any left," she says giggling.

"Where's Sara?" I ask changing the topic.

"She dove deeper into the leather, I left her to it."

I loaded up on every colour that caught my attention, loving the lacy cheeky shorts and boy shorts, but also a couple thongs. Figured it was safe to pick up a few colourful bras too.

As I waited for the girls to finish up I nosed around, stopping at a mannequin done up to the nines. My cheeks flushed at the last time Chris saw me in red.

"I don't know what's going on in that head of yours, but you're getting that," Sara cut in beside me. Claire just nodded grinning beside her.

I swallowed hard. 

Oh shit.