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"Victoria's Secret?" Leviticus sniffed the air, smelling the familiar abundance of perfumes. He recognized this store, and he also recognized its fame for the models and bras sold here. George loved it? It was a woman's store, if he was right. So...

Feeling his way for a chair, which meant bumping into a rack of thongs and a couple mannequins, Leviticus finally found one and slowly settled into it. He was in the process of letting out a relaxed sigh when he heard George mention him judging whether he had the right amount of fabric or not. Fabric? Was George planning on trying on clothes here? Ezra described to him - using those text-to-voice computer programs on his laptop - that the store held nearly all woman-related clothing. He was aware that George was dressed as a woman right now, but was he really going to buy clothes from Victoria's Secret of all places? And how was he going to help? Was it through - Leviticus gulped - sense of touch?

Hearing his name, Leviticus quickly got on his feet and walked towards the direction George's voice came from. "George - Oh." he murmured when he bumped into the door. Seconds later he shook himself from his daze, felt for the doorknob, and opened it enough to slip himself into the room. "What do you need help with?" he asked while closing the door.

The blind man stayed quiet for a while, letting it all sink in. George didn't only want him to undress him, but needed him to. Somehow that felt even naughtier. "U-Umm, okay..." he stammered and rubbed the back of his head nervously with his hand. "Which one is hurting you the most right now?" he asked as he made his way towards George.

Nodding, Leviticus leaned down and reached towards the wall, knocking against it with his knuckles. Fresh vibrations gave him an outline of struggling George, he even caught some of his facial expression. "It's okay." Leviticus said softly as his hands went to the top, feeling for the laces, awkward as it may be. "It happens to everyone. Trust me." Finally finding the laces, Leviticus grew quiet to focus on undoing them.

With a grunt Leviticus finally succeeded in removing the top. He felt the fabric in his hands and made a face as he felt it out. "George," he said slowly then held it as far as it could go. "You got an extra small. This can't even fit through my leg." To prove it he held it against his leg, and it looked like it probably could fit through it, but it would be a squeeze.

Leviticus chuckled and set the top down. "I'm sure you would have looked sexy either way." he said and felt for the panties. A shy blush crept upon his face at the realization of how awkward their situation was: him helping George remove his panties when they were both inside a dressing room in a Victoria's Secret. Yes, an awkward situation indeed.
The cherry on the cake came when Leviticus was in the process of pulling the unmentionables down. They got caught on something, and the blind man blushed at the thought of what it was. He said nothing, however, not wanting to jump to conclusions.