Choosing Underwear
Chapter 12: Choosing Underwear
“Ooh, Cindy, what about these?”
Jessica Drew’s voice, which was loud, enthusiastic, and utterly embarrassing, was floating above the racks of undergarments, making its way into Cindy’s ears. Cindy, who is currently examining socks, groans.
“Jessica, what is it now?” Cindy asked.
“This!” Jessica exclaimed as she locates her friend and runs to her with a bright smile and bras of every imaginable color in her hands. “Look! Aren’t these wonderful?” Jessica asked.
Cindy coughed and pushed her friend and the bras slightly away from her. When she came into the store, her face was red as a tomato, but right now it’s gone crimson from all the embarrassment she’s dealing with right now.
Now you’re probably wondering how something like this happened. To elaborate, after an unexpected pheromone accident between Peter and Cindy, Peter decided to ask Jessica for help on their pheromone problems. Jessica accepted his request and then helped Cindy control her pheromones. During the few days of helping Cindy controlling her pheromones, Jessica grew fond of Cindy and the same happened to Cindy as well. They soon became friends later.
Right now, Cindy thought she was doing something nice when Jessica mention that she was going shopping today, but now it’s turning into more of a curse.
“Right then, what have you got now? Cindy asked.
“Everything you’ll ever need for nights in the dark,” Jessica replies cheekily while pilling up the bras on the stool next to her and holding them up one by one. “See? They’re perfect!”
“There really isn’t much to this,” Cindy said as she was examining a bra with a frown. “I mean, there’s barely anything here.”
“That’s the idea, hon,” Jessica said with a wink.
“But it’s so...obnoxious!” Cindy protests, shoving the bra into Jessica’s face now.
Jessica sighs and examines the bra carefully. In fact, it’s not even a proper bra, rather it's more like a very thin tank top. It’s pink and the material is a little rough with an attached sheet of sheer black lace, embroidered with swirls. Jessica runs her hand over, seemingly deep in thought, and nods gravely.
“I can see where this might be itchy,” she said solemnly. “And it’s a little hard to take it off from your wriggling, sweaty body in the heat of the moment...you do have a point here. This won’t do...”
Cindy releases a cry of frustration and seizes Jessica’s shoulder.
“Jessica. I am not here to model the laciest undergarments that you can find. I’m only here because you lured me into shopping without letting me know what we’re shopping for. Does that make sense?” Cindy said slowly and clearly.
Jessica snorts at the seriousness in her friend’s voice.
“Cindy, learn how to loosen up a bit,” Jessica says airily and dismissively as she was far too accustomed to such lectures to take them literally anymore. “And besides, you’re probably here because you and Peter are having fantastic mind-blowing sex and you want to step up the game. Tease him a little. Maybe the upgrade theory might not work for you, but you don’t have to lie to me.”
Cindy exhales irately. “You’re wrong,” she said.
“Am I?” Jessica asks, arching her eyebrow delicately, putting the offending bras back onto their racks and picking out new ones. “Come on, I know you’re buying these for Peter. Admit that much, at least.”
Cindy goes pink and turns her back to her friend, displaying an inordinate amount of interest in lacy thongs. “Well...yes, I suppose I am,” she says quietly with a blush on her face.
“I know it!” Jessica yelled as she was thrilled. “You’re buying underwear for your boyfriend. Aw, that’s so sweet! You two must be getting serious now.”
“Kind of,” Cindy said, her tone much softer as she gives up on the thongs and watches Jessica select more lingerie. “I mean, we’re not quite there yet, even though we almost did because of the pheromones, but yeah, I love him.”
“And now that you’re aware of how far this love goes. You’ve realized that your underwear is going to be seen after all, hence this wanting for a wardrobe upgrade,” Jessica finishes for her.
Cindy blushes, her smile self-conscious, but sweet. “It’s not that he might soon see my underwear,” she says. “It’s just that the way he looks at me tells me that he can’t get enough of me Jessica. It’s like he can’t look at anyone else or it’ll kill him. It makes me want to be worthy of the attention, you know. I want to be pretty for him or try at least. And just for the record, this isn’t it just because of the pheromones.”
“Don’t worry hon, we’ll find some undergarments pretty enough to match your pretty face,” Jessica coos with her eyes soft as her friend’s voice. “Come on, I think this is a good style for you.”
She beckons Cindy over, and the girls approach a rack of admittedly nice-looking bras. They don’t have under-wire bras, which are uncomfortable, and they look firm in a loving way. They also have a variety of colors as well. Maybe Jessica clearly hit the jackpot for her friend.
“The tan one seems to be good,” Jessica comments as she holds it up in Cindy’s size. “It’s classic and sexy. You’ll have Peter watering his mouth in no time.”
Cindy blushed deeply as Jessica talked about her boyfriend like that and said, “No. I don’t like tan. A bit too plain in my opinion.”
“Oh, you’re telling me about plain?” Jessica asked as she rolled her eyes. Then she puts the bra back and picks up a white one instead. “What about this?”
“Too bright. It clashes with my hair.”
“Come on hon!” Jessica said as she throws her hands up in mock irritation and takes out the black bra. “What about black? You can’t possibility have any complaints about that, can you?”
“No, black is good,” Cindy says approvingly. “Here, let me try it on.”
“Finally,” Jessica remarked. Cindy sticks her tongue out as she steps into the changing room stall with the bra. Jessica only had to wait for a couple of minutes for Cindy to emerge again, her jeans still on, her slender frame now sporting the black, lacy bra. Jessica releases a low whistle at the sight of her friend.
“Wow,” Jessica said. ”It looks good on you.”
“You think?” Cindy asked as she turned around to show Jessica.
“Yes,” Jessica confirmed.
“Excellent,” Cindy said as she was pleased. “I’ll buy this then, and we’ll get out of here.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you mean, get out of here?” Jessica asked with her hands on her hips. “We’ve only just begun!”
Cindy groans. “So close of escaping,” she thought.
“Go back to the changing room and take that off. You’re buying it,” Jessica orders. “I’m going to find you some other bras, all right?”
It was clear that arguing with her is not going to get her anywhere, so Cindy contents herself with an eye-roll and heads back to the changing room. Jessica, who was delighted, heads back into the main shop with the racks. Meanwhile, Cindy took off the bra and sat down on the little sit attached to the wall, sighing. She’s aware that Jessica will return with something or some things more outrageous now that she’s free to go wild in the store, but at least she has a moment for a breather and think quietly about herself and her thoughts.
What Cindy told Jessica was true. She does want to look pretty for Peter, to be worth for all the attention and care he gave to her. They have not actually done the deed yet...well they almost did under the pheromones’ influence, but even so, she can tell they were close to on their own free will. Even without the pheromones, on those nights when they cuddle, him nuzzling her neck and kissing her, she knows he wants to go on the next step on his own free will, not under the case of pheromones.
Of course, she knows that eventually, they will get tired of just cuddling and holding hands whenever they are together and will eventually, plunge into the next stage where they will make love to each other without the pheromones influencing them. But right now, in the changing room, she is terrified to say anything as she can hear her friend returning from picking out underwear.
Jessica returns with astonishing speed, making Cindy think that she has been secretly noting down bras to bring in the whole time. She knocks on the door and said, “Hey. I found some stuff for you to try on.”
Cindy then unlocked the door and slightly opened it enough for her hand to grab the heap of bras. Within a moment, Jessica heard a shriek and grins.
“What Cindy. Don’t you like them?” she asks innocently.
“I’m not going to wear any of these!” Cindy wails. “That’s it! I’m just going to put on my own bra, get out of here, and forget this ever happened!”
“Cindy, calm down.”
“How can I calm down?! What you just gave are embarrassing! How is this even underwear?!”
“Cindy, calm down. Just put on your bra and come out here so I can talk to you,” Jessica said in a soothing voice. “Just talking, okay?”
Cindy paused for a moment, but not for long. “Okay,” she said. Then she put on her bra and opened the door to see Jessica standing there with an unexpected gentle look on her face.
“Look, I know these aren’t immediately to your tastes,” Jessica said as she was gesturing at the multicolored heap of bras on the ground behind Cindy. “Just give me a chance, okay? I’m not trying to make a fool out of yourself.”
“You could’ve fooled me,” Cindy mumbled while blushing.
“Maybe I was on the outside, but I actually like these,” Jessica said. She then steps into the changing room stall and picks up a red bra. It’s on the light side, the bottom layer plain, but with a thin, sheer layer built on top.
“Look, does this look so embarrassing to you?” Jessica asked.
Cindy eyed the bra suspiciously. After looking at it, she said, “No, it’s not embarrassing.”
“See? It’s not embarrassing. It’s just a little bit different,” Jessica said. “You want to try it on?”
After a few seconds of thinking, Cindy gives in.
“Okay,” she said.
Jessica grins and steps outside of the stall, waiting for Cindy to change. When she does and emerges out from the stall, Jessica’s grin grew.
“Hey! That’s a good one!” Jessica said with approval.
“You know, I actually like it. I love the color and it feels so comfortable,” Cindy said with a smile on her face.
“Told you so. Go ahead, try another one.”
Cindy then shuts the door and tries another one. When things were going well with the bra choosing, the process sped up. Within twenty minutes, Cindy had tried on every bra Jessica brought in, and liked most of them. She then comes out of the stall for the final time, wearing her own bra and clothes and carrying all the underwear she liked in her hands.
“Okay. Now it’s time to sort,” Cindy said.
She and Jessica spent several minutes debating each bra, comparing each of their merits and downfalls and debating and discussing each garment. Cindy has a set budget she wants to keep to, despite Peter letting her have access to a lot of money. Finally, after through some tense negotiations, she and Jessica decided to buy five bras for the fifty-dollar budget she had set, and Jessica bought five more matching panties for ten dollars. Afterwards, they went to counter, mentally exhausted but pleased with what they did, and now Cindy is a proud owner of fancy underwear.
“There now, wasn’t that hard?” Jessica asked warmly.
“If you say so,” Cindy replied.
As Jessica and Cindy were heading back to the apartment Peter and Cindy were living in, Jessica said a few words before they stopped at a traffic light.
“Buying a new bra doesn’t have to be a major, drastic thing Cindy,” Jessica said meaningfully. “It can be a small step, picking something that’s different, but not too different from what you already have. You just have to try. It isn’t scary, or stressful, unless you make it so. Okay?”
The light turns green and the girls walk down the street. Protectively, Jessica squeezes Cindy’s hand, and Cindy now knows that her friend’s earlier comment wasn’t about bras. She appreciates it though, as they were now close to the apartment.
“By the way Cindy,” Jessica said as they reached the front door.
“Hm?”
“You should probably hide the underwear somewhere only you should know, just to not spoil Peter the surprise.”
Cindy blushed at what Jessica said and Jessica laughed as they went into the apartment to unpack what they bought.