Who: Sam and Shiri What: Shopping~ Where: Mall When: BACKDATED to Thursday Warnings: Surprisingly worksafe! o.O
Shouldn't all the high school students be in school still?
Shiri questioned why there was so many people buzzing around her in this mall as she strolled through the clothing stores. Her dresser drawers that she had borrowed from Mel for the summer was filled with dresses and skirts already, but she had grown bored of them. Bored enough of them that she had ventured to the mall to shop.
However, she was beginning to regret this decision. The store was crowded and people were staring at her and she doubted it was because of how nice her powder blue dress graced her lean body. For once her skin color was making her self conscious and instinctively, she pulled her head scarf over her pale hair to comfort herself as she held another dress against her to see how it would look.
Sam stood back and considered it. "You really should leave your hair out. It's so stunning," he decided, ignoring the fact that she was trying on dresses, not hair. He'd offered to come along on the trip because, let's face it, too many sex romps with the uncle occasionally got boring. And he had a girly side, dammit, that needed to be nourished. "The blue is nice, though?"
The muse fought the urge to jump. The Erote startled her, mostly because she had almost forgotten he was there with how quiet he had been in the last few minutes. But quickly, she settled and allowed the scarf to fall to her shoulders. Sam seemed to like her hair after all... The sentiment returned her smile to her. “Blue does look very nice on me. Maybe I should try to find something with a shorter skirt. What do you think?”
"Hmmm... 'Tis the season to bare skin," he commented. "I don't know American fashion very well. But it seems similar to Parisan; less is more. So, yes."
“It is also the season for sun tans.” Shiri replied, it would have been a dark joke if not for her completely light-hearted giggling bubbling over. Sam had put her back on the happy track and very little would remove her from it, “Maybe a nice cocktail style dress. I liked those.”
"I think no one's gonna believe you'll get a suntan. How about this?" The-usually-hermaphrodite-currently-boy pointed to a rack of varying knee-length dresses, and nabbed a lavender dress with flowers printed all over. "Cute!"
Her pink eyes turned to the rack and quickly nabbed the dress from him to inspect. It was cute. “This would look good on both of us, I think.”
"You're a few inches taller than me as a girl," he pointed out quietly. But he did take the dress and hold it against himself. Hm. He didn't notice the looks he got from passerbyers as he did. "It is cute, though..."
Looks from the passerbyers was what these two shopping were going to get. There was no other way. She took a moment to imagine him as a female, having only seen it on rare occasions and reached out to smooth out his hair a little to make the visualization better, “I think it would work for you. Would you not want your skirt shorter than I would want mine?”
He scowled and tried to ruffle his hair back into the "I'm so cool, I don't care how my hair looks" style. "I try to go longer. Just in case I switch back. Not as easy to see the differing goodies with a long skirt.
Her face instantly shifted into a mask of confusion, “But you would still be wearing a dress...”
Sam rolled his eyes. "How come you see more male trannies than female, hm? Because women are easier to hide as. If I..." He looked around and then lowered his voice, "If I changed into my normal self, I would still have breasts. So I'd rather they didn't find I had a penis at the same time."
“I think you are highly overestimating how often I think of 'trannies'...” She mentioned softly as she put the lavender dress into the small cart they had from the shop. After all, she had learned that word from Sam. “But I guess you are right. You could still borrow it if you ever needed to...”
"You're precious~" he cooed, leaning up to kiss her on the cheek. "Let's find more!"
“What kind of aunt would I be if I locked my closet?” She cooed back softly so only he would hear, only to then ease passed him when something caught her eye. It was a soft red, Grecian draped dress being displayed on a mannequin with the same skin tone as her. Finally, mannequins were some help. “What do you think about this?”
Sam's eyes went wide and he nodded. "Lovely! It'd really make you look glamorous."
It would probably cost more than everything else they had decided she was going to buy combined. But reaching out, Shiri couldn't help herself. It even felt nice to touch. Unconsciously, her voice hushed, “Do you think Adam would like it?”
"If you were wearing it? Of course?" Sam grinned impishly. "Of course, I think he prefers you without it on. Or any dress for that matter."
“Probably. But he also likes undressing me...” If her words had not blushed her pale features already, her mind was beginning to figure out when she could wear it. It seemed almost dangerous to wear a Grecian style dress in this day and age if all the danger hype was to be believed and with Mel having been attacked so recently... But she could still wear it privately, like on Tuesdays. That thought made he blush fully, “I am glad I brought the credit card I was just approved for...”
The Erote cackled at the blush. "Ahh, the wonderful advantages of Grandaddy's money, hm?"
“No.” Shiri shook her head, even if his cackling did make her blush more. Silly Erote. “Daddy only pays one bill for me and it is not my credit card. I allowed him as part of my life, but I will not let him be a big part that I rely on for fancy dresses.” Now, where was the dresses she could actually buy? She doubted she was to undress this mannequin.
"You don't understand the nuances of a rich parent, do you?" If Aphrodite would let him, Sam would totally pull that. Love gods deserved to live in style!
“I do not wish to feel obligated.” It would make fleeing the city easier on her tiny, itty bitty conscience, if she ever had to. But her eyes lit up when she finally found the Grecian drape dresses she could buy and put on in her size in the little cart, “Besides, Adam spoils me enough. I do not need Daddy's money, too.”
"Hee hee." Sam shook his head but didn't argue further. She was free to go and do as she pleased, no?
And she liked that freedom very much and would do all she could to protect it. Even as her family relations tightened their holds on her life here. Shiri tried not to think about that, especially now. Now was a fun outing. Instead, she pointed to a pair of shoes in the distance, “Those would look adorable on you.”
"Which ones?" he asked, peering off into the distance.
“The ones with the little bows.” They would probably just be distracting to her. Those little bows were cute and she really didn't need help zoning out.
"Ooh..." Sam wandered over and picked them up. Red. His color! "You're right. Oooh~"
“Red is the color of your whole section of the family, is it not?” She perched herself on a small edge of another display to sit and rest for a moment as she watched his delight.
"Pretty much! Pink is acceptable," he replied. Picking up the shoes, he compared them to his own. They'd fit! For a girl him, anyway. Grinning cheekily, he grabbed a box. Yay~
“I always looked good in red, even if I did wear a lot of white...” Her own words made her shake her head. In spite of herself, she couldn't help but be amused. She remembered how her hair had been a deep red mirroring the sacrifices in praise to her family, but more ironically now, how she used to wear long obscuring robes and veils of pure white. Now her skin and hair were that same color. It was a little funny and she even laughed as she eased away from her perch. “We need to get you an outfit for your shoes now.”
"Oooh, can we?" Sam tried not to look too happy. Shopping!
Shiri looked down at her cart and then to her nephew, “I think I have enough clothing here to tide me over for a little bit. We need to make sure you are at your prettiest now.”
Now it was Sam's turn to blush. "You don't have to”
“But I want to.” Placing a pale hand to his blushed cheek, she smiled, amused now more than ever, “I want to see how pretty you can get.”
Yeah, add in more blushing now. "Well, I hope you had nothing planned for the next two hours...!"
Her delicate eyebrows raised in question, “You know exactly how long it will take to reach maximum prettiness?'
"At least, my dear." He grinned. "At least two hours."
“Maybe for maximum beauty, but,” The muse kissed her nephew on the cheek as she tried to determine over his shoulder if they were seriously used a stuffed dog toy to advertise some new tshirt. They were and it was very strange. Oh well, “But you are pretty pretty even now.”
"Little miss state the obvious~" cooed Sam, clearly adoring the praise though. "Let's go."
Praise was her name after all. Surname... actually name to some degree. The fact made her smile as she took his hand, “Yes. Maybe if we have time we can get ice cream from one of those ice cream trucks, too.”
He gave it a squeeze and followed gaily after. "Do they have them around here?"
“Of course.” This was the kind of outing she needed after the upsetting weekend. Nice and relaxing. Pushing, the cart with one hand and keeping his captured with the other, she considered their options, “And if there is not one around when we are ready, we can go to the food court and get Dippin Dots. It is the ice cream of the future.”
Sam blinked. "What are... Dipping Dots?" he queried as he followed her back to the dresses, keeping his eye out that he could see on his female self.
“Dippin, love,” Shiri had totally heard that 'g' on his word, and even though she did not speak even speak with contractions, she would use the proper name for things. But now she giggled. It was a silly treat, “They are little ice cream pellets served in a bowl... I saw them last time I came here. I think they are flash frozen or somehow. Maybe magic. Who knows? But there is a stand.”
The love god blinked again. "That is odd. Dipping. Dippin'." Whatever. He reached out for a red dress that matched the shoes near perfectly. And it had great cleavage! "How's this?"
The muse released the younger god in order to clap her hands, “That would look great... I think. I never really did get a good look at you when you could fill out a top like that.”
"Well, come get one." Wow, that sounded dirty, even when he didn't mean it that way! Ah well. He took her hand now and led her back to the changing rooms, making sure there were no employees present before he dashed into a woman's room. He signaled for Poly to stay outside the door.
Shiri was quite used to half of everything Sam said to sound dirty. Patiently, she leaned up against a wall to wait and hum... loudly. She had a feeling what Sam was going to do and it would involve some terrible sounds. Maybe sing... How does 'My Immortal' by Evanescence go again?
Sam stepped inside and locked the door behind him. Hoping Shiri didn't hear it, he shuddered and groaned as his body violently changed from one sex to the other. Once that was done, if slightly more sore than before, he slipped on the dress and stepped out. "How's this?"
Hey, she did remember the lyrics! The benefits of being a muse and Evanescence being a stealth Christian band. But even with her singing, she turned at the sound of his... her voice and the door opening. And the sight gave her pause. Sam was stunning in the dress, but something else had caught her attention now that she got a good look at the other woman, “Your breasts are bigger than mine. No wonder Adam keeps sleeping with you...”
Sam couldn't help but smirk as he -- er, she -- smiled. "You've got the better face and skin, though!"
“You are very lucky I have no reason to be jealous...” It was hard to be jealous when one's boyfriend literally worshiped you. “You do look nice in the dress. You should get it.”
Sam giggled and blushed. "Thanks, Shiri. And I'm not that cruel." Mostly. Nothing was scarier than a jealous love god... or possibly more dangerous.
A jealous, angry muse was definitely up on the list though. Woe to the world if a muse and an erote ever went at war with each other. Luckily... Shiri eyed him... er, her again, merrily looking her over with a more attentive gaze to see if she could get the little love god to blush more, before closing the door of the dressing room stall again. “You should change back. People will notice if I am suddenly walking around with a pretty girl and not a pretty boy.”
And she got it. "Yes," she chuckled, and disappeared once again. Only a faint crack of bones and shuffle of organs betrayed his change before he stepped out again, complete with flat chest and no dress, but back in jeans and a t-shirt. "I think I have jewelry that'll go well with this at home. Want to go get your Dipping Dots?"
“I want to at least see if they taste like ice cream. They look so strange.” Shiri really hoped they didn't taste like plastic. But she would cross that bridge when she came to it. Ice cream meant an end to the outing and she wasn't quite ready for that. Instead, the muse put an arm around the pretty boy's waist and kept him close. “Or... we could go to the jewelry counter to try things on that we have no intention of buying. Pretend we are rich people and not just related to them.”
Maybe due to his people skills, Sam felt something was off about that. "Are you not wanting to go home for a reason, chere?"
“I love being home, but...” Shiri shrugged as she gave him a slight squeeze, “I wake up and go to work, come home and stay inside and then go to sleep. Something outside the walls is nice sometimes.”
Sam nodded, understanding. "I can understand that... sometimes I miss Paris so much, I could cry. Not really the same thing, but close, maybe? The feeling of being trapped, a little."
“Trapped? That is a bit too strong of a word.” It made the muse frown and even pause to attend to the young god at her side. She knew what it was like to be trapped. More than most. She had run to America to escape that after all, but she brushed her fingers against his hair, “Poor nephew, do you not like it here?”
"I do like it here. But I get homesick." He chuckled and shook his head. "Isn't it funny. I miss France more than I do Greece..."
“I think we need to have more outings.” She decided with a nod, “To push aside feelings of going stir-crazy and homesickness.”
He smiled and nodded. "All right. To the jewelry!"
His enthusiasm made the muse giggle again, and it was too sudden of an emotion for her to keep it from sounding musical. It quietly rang out like a melody without words, just tone. “I knew you were the right person for this..”
"You bet your little boobies."
Shiri shook her head, an amused smile clear on her pale features, “Well, now I am not going to buy you ice cream. You are going to have to treat yourself.”
Summary: Both feeling cooped up, Sam and Shiri go out to try dresses and have some fun.