Lilly - Fitting in

“You don't have to follow me in, Hisao. I know how to put it on myself.” Lilly says with a wry smile, one hand gently gripping the curtain as she steps into the changing room. She's wearing a blue long-sleeved blouse and a beige, calf-length skirt with stiff pleating, her hair tied up into a neat - albeit a little disheveled – bun.

Of course she says that, but this is one of those days where I wish I could have Lilly's blissful ignorance to the gazes and stares of others. It's clear as day that I'm here with my girlfriend and yet I'm not immune to those judging glares and the stiff, accusatory brow-raises of the department store workers, all of them surely thinking something along the lines of “What a little pervert.”

Luckily there's a seat nearby. I can just take a rest and stare straight ahead in a vain attempt to avoid disapproving looks while Lilly makes sure her new clothes fit.

Well, 'new clothes' is a little inaccurate – today, on our day off from school, is the day that Lilly decided she wanted to go shopping for new underwear. Usually this is something she does with Hanako, but for some reason or another I was chosen over the much more sensible option. Maybe she opted out of it or something.

Either way, I was asked to choose something for Lilly to try on. Having no knowledge of women's lingerie as far as fitting goes, I just picked the first thing that caught my eye.

“Hisao, you may have picked something a little small. What did the tag say?” Lilly's voice calls out through the curtain.

Oh, right, there's a dozen different sizes you have to look at, you can't just pick the first thing that catches your eye. “Uh, I'm not sure. You told me to just pick something, so I did.” I shrug.

I check both sides of the small passage in front of the fitting room before deciding to peek my head around the curtain. Inside, Lilly is sitting down and shifting from side to side in discomfort, still wearing her long skirt while she struggles to adjust the strap to the frilly blue bra I chose for her. She's managed to close the clasps in the back, which is now causing her breasts to spill over the top of the lacy garment.

It's a little hard not to stare.

She gives up and lets out a contained sigh, a cute pout hanging on her lips. “Well, you may need to go find this in a better size. It's a little... constricting.”

“Yeah, I can see that. It looks like you can't even breathe.” I remark, which causes Lilly to jump a little.

After a short pause, Lilly reaches back and begins to undo the clasps – an act which only causes her already sizable bust to bulge out even more, to the point that I wonder if it's possible for the bra to snap completely. “It's alright if you want to look, Hisao, but please say something before you come in.”

Despite saying that, she has no qualms with letting me see her bare chest as she looks around for the hanger and places the frilly garment back on its arms. “Try to find something that says '80E.'” She says, letting out a sigh of relief now that she can breathe freely. “'85D' might also work, but it depends on the brand.”

I take the hanger and check the size of the bra, grimacing as I read '75C' on the tag. I have little to no idea how the sizing works, but I get the impression that's a great deal too small. I think the number is how big is around the chest, while the letter is just the size of her boobs.

Either way, Lilly would know what works. I head back to the main area of the department store, walking along the walls and trying my best to evade other people.

I'm not even sure how all of this stuff is sorted, or if it's even sorted at all. Is it arranged by size or build? Or is it just some kind of linear progression according to size? I can find where Lilly and I got the first bra and put it back on the hanging rack, but everything else on this rack seems to be the same size. Is it on a different rack, or would it be on a shelf on the other side of the store...?

After a few more moments of searching, I spot something with an '80E' tag and grab it. The hanger is a little different, however, as it seems to also have a matching pair of panties. Both pieces of the set are some kind of pastel purple, with no extra trimming or lace beyond a bow on the lower article.

Lilly didn't mention any sort of size preference on the panties, so I don't even bother to check them before heading back to the fitting room and handing them to her. In the few minutes since I left, she's decided to get rid of the rest of her clothes, somehow taking comfort in a fitting room that doesn't even have a locked door.

She takes a moment to feel around them, her nose wrinkling up a bit while a sly smile emerges on her lips. “Oh my, this is rather plain. I was expecting you to come back with something a little more extravagant.”

“Well I didn't know if you had any preferences so I just grabbed the first thing that caught my attention.” I return, sitting against the wall with the curtain between us. “There's some stuff out there that barely qualifies as a shoelace, though. Should I have chosen that instead?”

I hear a small giggle from inside, through the sound of shuffling clothes. “No, plain is perfectly alright. I do need something that doesn't show under my uniform, after all.”

From the ground, I can just barely make out the sight of her feet through the gap between the floor and the curtain. It would seem that Lilly's fitting room etiquette is a little better than mine, as she doesn't just cast her clothes onto the ground when she tries on the new ones.

“How often do you do this?” I ask.

There's a small pause, likely so she can finish 'adjusting' everything. “About every six months? Hanako and I usually go at the same time.” She answers, quickly adding “You can come in, if you'd like,” before I can even ask.

“Well, if you're inviting me...” I peek my head around the curtain with a snicker. Lilly is sitting across from me, her clothes folded neatly beside her on the seat. I step around the curtain entirely as I hear someone walking into another fitting room – I'm sure there isn't a rule against two people in a fitting room if they're 'together,' but it's better to be safe nonetheless.

Lilly's wearing the light purple underwear I picked out for her, which seems to have been a lucky choice seeing how comfortable she looks in it. “Are you gonna stand up and let me see the whole thing?” I jab, keeping a bit of a hushed tone out of paranoia.

She giggles and rises onto her feet, adjusting the straps of her bra before doing a slow turn, as if she were a model. The top seems to fit nearly around her chest, although the bottoms might be bit too tight, as evidenced by the elastic slightly pushing into her skin.

“Is that a keeper?” I ask, having already reached my threshold of visual stimulation.

After thinking about it for a moment, she sits back down and starts to undo the clasps on the back. “It's definitely comfortable enough. What do you think?” She returns with a teasing smile.

She's definitely enjoying this as well. I stutter for a bit, unsure of what to say. “Well, it was a little expensive, but it looks like it's worth the price.”

“Money isn't an issue at the moment.” Lilly adds, “so feel free to pick out anything you like. I'm alright with it so long as it's comfortable.”

I start to get up to go engage in another round of department store espionage, but Lilly stops me.

“Ah... this might be a bit of a strange request.” She says with a contained smile, her voice trailing off in rare uncertainty. “Could you pick something... colorful?”

“Colorful?” I echo, one brow raised by reflex.

She pauses for a moment to think it over before repeating herself. “Yes, something colorful. Akira and Hanako always tell me that white looks the best, but I feel like I'm ready for something new with you.” Lilly says, putting emphasis on 'white' as if it were something out of a foreign language even though white things are usually her favorite.

I step out of the fitting room as she starts to remove her panties, still trying to grasp what she's going for. “I'm not quite sure what inspired this, but I can certainly do that. The one you just tried on is purple, just for reference.” I say.

“Thank you, Hisao.” She calls back.

Something colorful, then? She says she's looking for a new style, but part of me feels like she knows I'm nervous and is trying to calm me down. Maybe she gets a different feeling about it if she's wearing something flashy or stylish as opposed to her usual plain, reserved wardrobe?

Now that I think about it, pretty much everything she has right now is plain, snow white. Even her stockings and camisoles are white. I saw a white pair set of lingerie on the way into the store that also had a garter belt, but... hmmm.

Either way, I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight unless I take full advantage of this.

I go back to the previous section and try to find something else in the same size. The first thing that catches my eye is a cream-colored bra, also with matching panties, so I grab it off of the shelf.

Multiple layers of thin lace outline the two cups as well as the elastic around the panties, and upon second glance it appears to be a little sheer. I'm not quite sure if it's something Lilly would wear around normally, but... we can iron out the details later.

On the way back to the fitting room, however, my interest is piqued by another object. On a display rack, there appears to be a sapphire-blue nightie hanging on its own, which also comes as a set. The bottom half seems to skimp on the material, with the actual 'cloth' portion looking like it would barely cover Lilly's backside.

Glancing side-to-side like a child eager to cross the road, I carefully pull it off of the rack and check the tag, mentally jumping for joy when it reads '85D.' I'm not sure what the size on the bottom half is, but plain guesswork went alright for me last time.

Would Lilly wear this? I'm not sure, but now's definitely the time to find out.

I carry the two selections back to the fitting room and hand them in to Lilly without saying anything. Despite that, however, it only takes her a few moments to raise a voice of concern. “Hisao, what is this...?”

An awkward chuckle escapes my lips. “Well, uh... you told me to pick whatever catches my attention.”

“Mmhmm...” She trails off. Rather than disapproval, it almost sounds like she's curious. “Well, I wouldn't mind having something for the bedroom, if that's what you would like.”

Score. “So I take it that's a yes?” I ask, trying to keep the giddiness out of my voice.

I can hear the shuffling of clothes. “I have to make sure it's the right size, first. I'm going to try on the normal set you picked out before we can get there.” She teases, going quiet for a few moments as she starts to inspect the first set. “This is... a little thin, isn't it?”

“Yeeeeeah...” I say, admitting my guilt. “It looked nice while it was on the rack so I grabbed it, but it's a little see-through. It's probably not noticeable while you're wearing it, though.”

A minute passes before she speaks up again. “Oh my, well... it's definitely comfortable.” She remarks, her voice taking an awkward tone momentarily. “I feel a little too open in this, however.”

“Can I see?” I ask, perking up at the sound of her distress.

“Of course, but please be honest if it's even a little risque. I certainly would not like it if I was exposed to anyone following me up the stairs.” Lilly says, still sounding a little uncertain.

I check my sides once more before ducking into the curtain, a little too eager to check on Lilly's 'situation.' Inside the fitting room, Lilly is already standing up and facing me, her arms crossed over her belly.

Well, she's definitely right when she says she feels a little exposed. I knew it was thin, but that's... “Um, Lilly, don't be alarmed, but I can see your nipples.” I remark, deciding that it would be better not to mention what's visible through the bottom half.

“That certainly won't do, I'm afraid.” She lets out a contained sigh, already in the process of taking off the bra. It only takes her a second to perk back up however, and she returns with “Unless, of course, you would prefer to have this as my bedroom set?”

As enticing as the idea is, I'm still taking back one of them either way. I think I'd like to have the flashy lingerie over the set that shows what I'm, well, already going to be seeing.

“I'll take it back.” I say, remaining in the room as she takes off the panties as well. Despite the fact that I've seen her fully naked on numerous occasions, the sight is still enough to cause the room to heat up a bit.

She places the set back on its special hanger, holding it out towards me with a smile on her face and without so much as a thought toward her own clothing situation. “Very well. I have to say I'm rather curious about your other choice.”

I take it and excuse myself from the fitting room. “Then I'll let you try that on while I go pick something else for you, then.” I say, finding it hard not to rush out, grab something random, and then sprint back.

At this point, I've become numb to the judging stares of other women in the store, beginning to sift through the selection of lingerie as if I were picking it out for myself. While I am legitimately curious as to what Lilly might look like in a corset or another set of overly elaborate underwear, I'm going to have to pass on the chance for now. The most sensible thing I can find that's both in the right size and in the immediate vicinity is a red bra that comes with both matching bottoms and a garter belt.

With the aforementioned items in-hand, I hurry back to the fitting room and stop just short of the curtain. “Is everything alright?”

“Mm, it is, but I'm not sure if I want you to check if it's alright, or if I want to just tuck it away for later.” Lilly answers with a coy voice, clearly pleased with herself. “It's very comfortable. I might keep this just to have something less constricting to wear to bed.”

“Am I allowed to see?” I ask, barely able to wipe the eager grin off my face.

An unbearable silence follows my question, to the point that I think of ducking in on my own. It only takes a minute for Lilly to come to a conclusion, however. “That would be alright. I apologize if I'm having a little too much fun with this.” She answers, a light giggle following her words.

I waste no time in ducking into the fitting room, become frozen halfway through the curtain as my eyes start to drift up and down Lilly's figure.

The blue fabric of the underwear matches the tone of Lilly's eyes, and the black trimming makes it stand out against her pale skin. The lacy drape hanging under the bra reaches down to her hips, leaving a tiny gap of skin between it and the elastic of her panties. As if that weren't bad enough, the top seems to perfectly fit Lilly's chest, leaving just enough cleavage to draw me closer without exposing everything.

“Do you like it?” She asks.

I open my mouth to sputter 'yes' over and over, but catch myself just short of the first syllable. “Well, I'm going to have to see it from the back, first.” I say, trying to seem cool despite the words coming out rushed.

She giggles at my request before turning around, straightening her back and folding her hands in front of her. My eyes nearly pop out of my head as my gaze rolls over the light curves and contours of her figure, visible and even accentuated through the sheer fabric. The panties hug her perfectly round backside in all of the right places, loose enough to cover everything, and yet tight enough to pinch, showing off her hips.

“Yes, Lilly. Please tell me this is a keeper.” I say, finally remembering to shut the curtain behind me.

After turning back around and sitting down, she puts her finger up in mock thought. “If you put it that way, I'm not sure if there's a choice in the matter.” She answers with another playful laugh, before adding “I hope the next choice is as nice as this one was,” while beginning to undo her top.

I hold out the red set of lingerie for her. “Well, I might have picked it in a bit of a hurry.” I confess with an awkward laugh. “This one's a bit different too. It's red, and it looks like it comes with a garter belt.”

She pauses in the middle of taking off her bra, a wry smile forming on her lips. “Well, that's not something I could wear to school, but... I've always wanted to try one.”

We're going to be here all day, aren't we?