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Chapter Two: Misadventures in Shopping

After watching Moira's mother leave in the big black limousine we bid the helpful salesman goodbye and stepped out into the street. Snow was falling gently to the ground. The city was slowly being covered under a thick blanket of white. Moira took my hand and led me over the snow covered sidewalks.

"So you know where you want to take me to shop?" I asked. "If you aren't sure where you are going I have most recently updated map of Aekea."

“I know exactly where I am going,” Moira replied. “So you have a map of Aekea huh? That isn’t going to be helpful in Durem which is where we live and where we’ll be going tomorrow morning.”

I corrected her. “No, I don’t have just a map of Aekea. I have a map of all of Gaia.”

Moira looked up at me with wide eyes. “Wow that must one really big map!”

“Yes it is,” I agreed, nodding my head. “And it’s also the most accurate map of Gaia there is since it’s being continually updated.”

“That must be lots of work to have to update it all the time,” Moira said. “Do you have to do it yourself? Can I see the map? Can I watch when you update your map?”

I tapped a forefinger against my head. “My map is stored in here. It’s a file that is always being updated by satellites in space.”

Moira lifted an arm and pointed to the sky. “You mean in outer space, Miss Azura?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean, Miss Moira,” I answered.

Moira took my hand in hers and looked up in awe at me. “That’s just amazing, Miss Azura.”

I basked in her adoration for a moment. “It is amazing, Moira. But even more amazing are the people who created all this. I am merely the beneficiary of centuries of human scientific progress.”

Moira nodded. “I have a teacher that said the same thing in class. That our current lifestyle is due to millennia of sacrifices made by our ancestors.”

“Miss Moira, just how did you turn me on?” I asked. “My password is quite complex, it shouldn’t have been possible for you to guess it.”

Moira grinned at me. “I wasn’t guessing.” She reached under my short skirt and grabbed at my panties and gave a sharp yank. Moments later she held up a small tag. “See, it’s right here on the tag.” She grabbed my hand again and pulled me to the entrance of the store we had stopped in front of.

Hand in hand we entered the store which turned out to be an upscale lingerie shop. A sharply dressed saleswoman with short blue hair and striking gold eyes took Moira’s coat, hat and scarf, glanced once at my own skimpy attire before disappearing to let us browse through the store. Moira led me through the store and past racks upon racks of lacy bras, panties and other various frilly intimate underclothing designed for the seduction of the opposite sex.

“See anything you like?” Moira asked me after we had completed a circuit through the store. “They seem to have lots of good stuff here. Mom likes shopping here a lot and she always fills several bags whenever she’s here.”

I looked around the store once more. “Yes but they only seem to sell underclothes. Your mother was quite adamant about having me dress in outfits more modest than the one I am currently wearing. We won’t find anything like that here.”

“Of course,” Moira said. “But we also need to get you bras and panties. One pair of panties isn’t enough. We’re not just getting you a couple of dresses, we need to get you an entire wardrobe and that’s lots of work!”

I bowed my head. “Ah, I’m sorry to put you through all this trouble. You needn’t have come with me. I could have done it by myself.”

Moira chuckled. “So I could spend the evening with Mom by myself? It’s lot more fun to be shopping with you than hanging out with Mom while she drinks herself sick and ends up hugging the porcelain throne all night. Unless she finds herself a boyfriend for the night and that’s even worse!”

I picked out a few sets of bras and panties that I knew would fit me. “If this is enough we can pay for them and leave.” I held up my selections for Moira’s approval.

Moira looked at the underclothes I was holding up and rolled her eyes at my selections. “You just had to pick the plainest and most unsexy bras and panties in the whole store. Anyway, we can't leave yet. You need to try them on in the fitting room to make sure they fit."

"But these will fit perfectly," I protested. "There is no need for me to try them on here."

"It's tradition," Moira replied. "We are here to create a complete wardrobe for you. We aren't going to just toss some undies in a bag and scurry out the door with our tails between our legs."

By this time the saleswoman had made her reappearance and was looking on with amusement as Moira walked about picking various articles of clothing from shelves and off racks. I looked helplessly at the saleswoman who winked at me as my diminutive charge grabbed me and pulled me to an empty fitting room.

The fitting room was small but large enough for Moira and me to fit inside with reasonable comfort. On one wall were a full length mirror and several hooks for hanging clothes. In one corner sat a sturdy chair.

Moira pulled the chair over so that it sat to one side of the mirror and climbed up to stand on it. "Okay, now take off your clothes," she commanded me.

Following Moira's orders I reached behind my back and undid the buttons on my dress and then let it fall to the floor around my ankles. Small hands tugged grasped the bra strap across my back and undid the hooks before letting the bra fall to the floor.

Moira selected a bra and handed it to me over my shoulder. "Okay, try that one on. Oh, pick up your clothes up so they don't get all dirty. Don't forget you need take your panties off too."

I nodded and bent over to retrieve my bra even I tried to step out of the dress and pull down my panties. With predictable results I caught my feet on my dress, somehow tangled the bra in the buttons on the dress and only managed to get my panties down as far as my knees. As I tipped dangerously over I tried to catch my balance by struggling even more to step out of the dress. With a loud ripping noise one of my feet came free of the dress but my ability to right myself was hampered by the fact that my panties had slipped down past my knees.

Unable to maintain my balance I fell heavily against the dressing room door which popped open under the impact. I tumbled out onto the floor of the store completely and at the feet of the shocked looking saleswoman; naked except for my shoes and the panties wrapped around my knees.

The saleswoman stared down at me for several long moments before looking up at where Moira was wide-eyed and still standing on the chair in fitting room with her arms outstretched. “We certainly don’t mind if customers enjoy themselves in the fitting room,” she said as she reached down to help me to my feet. “But please do be careful, we don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

By this time Moira had jumped down from the chair and picked up my abused clothing off the floor. “I’m so sorry! It’s all my fault!” She held up my skimpy dress so that we could see that it was badly torn. “Now you don’t have anything to wear!”

“Nonsense, Miss Moira,” I consoled her. “It’s all my fault for being so clumsy. I’m the one who should apologize.”

The saleswoman pulled the dress from Moira’s grasp and studied the tear with a critical eye. “Save your apologies. I think I can repair the damage. At least good enough for you to get home.”

Moira looked up at the saleswoman. “Thanks, Ma’am! You’re a lifesaver!”

The saleswoman tousled Moira’s hair. “You can just call me Miss Ryoko. And it’s my pleasure to help. Now let’s get your cute little maid back into the fitting room so she doesn’t give anyone who wanders in an eyeful while I’m off sewing this up.”