Buffy just smiled sweetly at his reminder, inwardly fuming at the who charade. It would take some getting used to and then a little extra just for good measure. Selecting a simple pair of boot-cut jeans, a long, white tank top, and a pair of boots along with some random unmentionables she'd grabbed along the way, Buffy pulled the tags off and handed them to him before marching her way to the dressing room.
It didn't take her long to get dressed, and she folded up the clothes she'd borrowed from him neatly. She didn't want to take too much time worrying about how she looked. It was why she'd chosen a simple outfit. Old clothes in hand and significantly more comfortable, she emerged and made her way to the front where he was waiting.
"Is this okay, Master?" she asked, still kind of having to chew on that word before saying it while trying not to over-do it on the secretly sarcastic innocence.