Later that Sunday you returned to the town mall, but this time you were going to the clothing store, and D.C's request was completely off the charts for you. D.C wanted you to purchase a pink, and magenta superhero suit, that was a no leg leotard with a matching cape, a blonde wig, white boots, matching gloves, and no mask.
D.C: What's with the long blushing face?
T.V: It's just that, I've never seen myself in this get up before.
D.C: I'm sure you'll enjoy it.
As you got out of the changing room, you felt the wobbling in your high-heels, and notice a mature African-American woman who was skinny, and had the same sized breasts as you. "Good afternoon, ma'am," she says. "Did you find everything you needed?" "Just this outfit," You answer, and pull out your wallet from the purse you had. "Okay, hang on," the cashier, identified as Nora by her name tag says, as it fell off her shirt. "Sorry, that always happens. I'll be with you in a second."