It is a place that all men fear to enter. A place said to slowly kill men. The cursed women's clothing store.
You have never entered one before, but have heard stories about them. And when you have walked passed them before, your intuition always told you never to enter one with a girl who isn't going to become, or already is your wife. Needless to say, you are forced into the store by your Amazonian companion.
As you are pulled inside, you see a collection of men sitting over in the corner with a deathly pale and weakened look on their faces. This only freaks you out even more so. But again, you are captured by Brenda's iron grip, and cannot even begin to try and escape.
Brenda pulls you up to the closest clerk and pushes you out in front after getting the woman's attention. "Excuse me, but she needs to get measured, could you do that? It is her first time too."
The clerk is not an Amazonis, but an elf. She is tall and thin, with her hair tied up into a tight bun. The first impression you have of her is a strict individual, and she sorta reminds you of a stereotypical "sexy librarian". The elf lady grabs your free hand and to your shock, she has an even sturdier grip than Brenda does.
After being measured, which is a more invasive procedure than you were expecting, you wound up becoming the dress up doll for Brenda, and for the next 2 hours at that. And at the end of it all, you walk out of the store, no longer wearing your bikini armor, but a cute yet casual corset top that shows off plenty of your cleavage, a mini skirt, and a pair of thigh high boots which of course had to have a 3.5 inch heel.
You do appreciate how good it looks on you though... but you are going to die before you admit that to Brenda. And at the moment, your baby blue slime currently is resting on your cleavage too. He basically is like your third, miscolored boob with how much the three of them jiggle around as you walk.
"Aren't we done yet?" You ask Brenda as she looks into another shop, this time, one that sells women's underwear only. Brenda looks over at you without turning her head and has to do a double take, now staring down at you with concern. "I wasn't planning to, but now we might have to, Luna." She says while motioning towards your chest. You look down and nearly shout in surprise as it appears that you have unexplainably grown a third boob, right inbetween the first two. And it's nipple is on full display due to the design of your corset.
It takes you a good 20 seconds of mentally panicking to notice that while you can see a thrid boob, you can't feel with it, and there appears to be, while extremely subtle, a split between your skin. Cautiously, you poke your newest addition and are instantly relieved when it begins sucking in your finger and turning back into a familiar blue color. "Oh thank god. It's just the baby slime." You say as you experience the feeling of being extremely relieved while yet pervertedly disappointed.
Oddly enough, besides the initial shock of it all, and the uncovered third breast, you kind of liked the triple boobed look you had going on. Perhaps this is something worth investing into, you think to yourself. You remember that you now can alter your physical form at will, so maybe tonight you will have a bit of fun with the 3-breasted Luna.