“The police arriving must have knocked some sense to their noggins,” thought Amanda as she walked, as they were now mostly talking among themselves, others were talking to their phones. However, few bothered to wear something, even at least something temporary and some were going the way of the cops, isolated from the rest of the group.
Her aching loins were not helped by all of that, but she still pressed on, at least thankful that she did not leave stains everywhere she went anymore, thanks to her new clothing. And it looked good! “At least my fashion sense is as sharp as ever.”
“Everything alright?” said someone from behind her, and she turned around to face a smiling girl with white fox-ears on her head, whose chest was gargantuan, looking like she stuffed basketballs in her shirt, and Amanda thought she saw stains on the straining, white fabric.
“Do you need help to find someone, parent or child?” she continued to ask, which made Amanda conscious of her gaze and she felt a blush creeping on her face.
She answered with her right hand facing the busty girl, “no, don’t worry dear. My children are at home with their families,” with a smile she added, “you are doing good work.”
“This is the least I could do in this chaos. Well then, I’m gone then, seeya!” she said and waved. Then walked to somewhere behind her in a brisk pace, her boobs however had only the tiniest amount of wobble. “The bra she has must be high quality!” thought the petite girl.
At the shoe store, the register is taken by someone looking like a kindergartner, who stood on some boxes with six brown tubes, connected to a round brown body, replacing her butt. “Welcome to the Kicks. Please don’t loot this establishment, as it’s against policy for me interfere in a theft and the cameras are mysteriously offline,” the spider-girl spoke, her eight eyes blinking in tandem, and Amanda got the hint.
“Thank you, dear,” replied Amanda and began to search for something to wear under the shoe’s. She had wanted some warm socks, yes, but stockings were also a possibility.
She thought about different colors and motifs. And in the end choose black stockings with a white stripe.
Then she tried different kind of shoe’s. She wanted to continue the black and white motif, which limited her amount of choice. She took different boxes from the children aisle and tried on different kinds of shoes.
“No heels in my size. Would have looked bad anyway,” she thought.
In the end she chose Mary Janes, black and each with a white bow attached to the strap. In the mirror she looked at herself from different angles, and span in happiness. It was a success.
Before leaving the store, the happy girl went to the still working cashier and handed her a twenty. “Leave this in the pocket, dear, as an early Christmas present.”
Her face brightened up in seconds, her eyes almost sparkling. She took the bill, muttering “thank you, thank you, thank you!” as she skittered to where the break room must have been, which warmed her weary old heart.