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Claire looked downright horrified at the mention of dominatrix gear, if only because she couldn't imagine herself in something like that. Her mouth dropped open and she slowed herself mid-motion as she was bringing her straw into her mouth to take a drink. She stared over at her other self for a long time before bursting out with laughter. Not because the idea of Other Claire dressed up was funny, just because it was so like Dean to suggest something like that.

"Thankfully, I don't think my Dean will ever suggest something like that to me. He's more inclined to beat someone up for suggesting that I do."

She glanced back over at Elle then, returning to the previous subject at hand. She was still laughing a little, which ruined the serious moment, but she really couldn't help it. "So, I should definitely at least look for something, then? I mean, I didn't think that I'd need anything like that, especially not for a first time, but maybe it'd be a good idea just to hold onto something."

"My Dean would probably like something like that though," Elle commented, grinning as she took another drink of her Slush-O. "I should ask him about that for the future. It could be fun." She was mostly just saying that because it was way too much fun to fluster the other, younger girls.

Foccusing on embaressing them definitely kept her mind off her own awkwardness.

"You should get something. Even if you don't have anyone to show it off to right now, it can be fun to have nice underwear, even just for yourself."

"Oh, that's ... that's great, Elle. I'm glad I could impart that idea onto you." Claire was a brilliant shade of red by this point, sipping her soda to the point that the annoying slurping noise was being made by the ice as she got to the bottom. It was a bad habit, but it was better than looking at Elle or Other-Claire at this point. She swallowed hard, trying to keep her embarrassment from rushing her tone.

"Yeah, I mean, I'm not getting it for right away but I was thinking sometime in the future, I might ... You know." A sudden self awareness made her just stop trying to explain.

Claire laughed a little and reached over to poke at her other self's side. "I know what you mean, don't worry. I'm assuming we're both going to have sex at some point in the future. You before me, so you better get something today." Her cheeks turned red as she actually said that out loud, and she looked away from the group and at store windows. Awkward conversation was now awkward.

"Have you done the whole cheerleader thing yet, Elle? Maybe Dean would like that, I always had Deans hitting on me when they found out I was a cheerleader back in high school."

"Look at you two, being prepared for the future. It's kind of cute," Elle teased in an almost condescending tone of voice. She couldn't resist giving them a hard time about things. It was too much fun. Especially when they got so easily flustered about things.

And with the second Claire's question, she got the chance to embaress and fluster the other two girls even more! Yay! Today was shaping up to be pretty awesome after all. "No, not yet," She started out with a dramatic sigh. "Mostly because someone hasn't given me an answer about whether she's going to lend me one of her cheerleader uniforms or not. A real one would be so much better than just picking up a costume."

"It's a very important decision!" Claire complained at being called out be Elle on not providing her cheerleading uniform. So, she was sentimental -- not having to turn them in because she hadn't stayed through the end of the year at either school had been pretty nice for that fact. She wasn't entirely sure she was ready to give one of those mementos up to whatever bodily fluids would doubtlessly find their way onto it during Dean and Elle's shenanigans. Claire shuddered at the mere thought.

"I really like my Union Wells uniform, it has history for me." And, the Costa Verde uniform was blue, which just happened to be Sam's favorite color. It was truly a conflict. "It's just a tough choice, okay? I'm still thinking." Luckily for Claire, they reached the store and she stopped short at the threshold, staring up at the sign. It was definitely not somewhere she'd ever pictured herself being, lingerie shopping -- let alone with herself and Elle.

Claire was so glad to be in the store, so glad for the cheerleading portion of the conversation to be over. She didn't want to imagine Elle and Dean playing around in either the Costa Verde or Union Wells uniform, and she really didn't want to imagine herself doing the same thing with Sam. Both were like brothers to her, as were her other self and Elle, and so it was just all around creepy.

She noticed other her hesitating to go inside, and she went over to take her by the hand and drag her in. "Come on, time for us to grow up." She teased, giving out a laugh. "You don't want Elle to humiliate us more, do you?" Because she had a feeling that was going to happen if they didn't stop lurking around the outside of the store.

"Well if the Union Wells one has so much history, why not give me the other one?" Elle asked with a raised brow. It seemed pretty simple to her. "I promise I'd get it cleaned before returning it, if that's what you're worried about." She wasn't that inconsiderate.

As they got to the store, Elle couldn't help but giggle a little as one Claire tried to coax the other to go inside. They were like a couple of kids. "Take your time," She cooed, stepping around them to enter the shop. "I like having even more reason to tease you."

Begrudgingly, Claire allowed them to goad her inside, though she visibly tensed up, almost like she was afraid to brush the racks of 'clothes' -- though they were hardly serving that purpose -- as she walked through. She looked back over her shoulder to address Elle.

"I'm not sure I'd want to wear it again, even if you did get it cleaned. That would just be a little weird." She paused for a brief moment, considering this assertion. It wouldn't be that weird, as long as it was cleaned, right? She gave Elle a conflicted look, then finally nodded. "Okay, fine. I guess you can borrow it," she decided finally, sending a skittish look in the other Claire's direction that said 'please tell me I didn't just agree to that.' Distracted by trying to get this across wordlessly to her other self, she walked right into a rack of garters and knocked herself onto her butt.

Claire's eyes widened and she shook her head as other Claire gave her that look. She wasn't going to let her cheer outfits be used for kinky sex games, no matter how many times it was cleaned before it was returned to her. She opened her mouth to speak, but then other Claire plowed right into a rack of garters. Claire's jaw dropped and her eyes widened even more, and she had to bite her lip to keep from bursting out laughing.

"Smooth move." She lightly teased, and crouched down to pick up the few items that had fallen, and offer her bff a hand in getting up. "Come on, we can't let Elle have all the fun, we have to show her up a little."

She glanced back over her shoulder at Elle, offering the woman a grin. "We'll be right there. Really!"

Elle giggled as she watched one of the Claires walk into a rack of garters. They really were just lost in this place, weren't they? It was kind of endearing and more than kind of hilarious.

"Take your time," She called out, unaware of the conspiracy against her that was going on. But for now she began to go through a rack of bras, looking at the different styles and colors.

Slowly, Claire climbed back to her feet with Other-Claire's assistance, picking up a few hangers that she'd taken with her on her tumble down, putting them back on the rack after giving them a quick, confused look. She was trying to picture how to get them on and failing miserably. This entire outing was starting to feel like a bad idea. Giving a quick smile of 'I'm okay' in Elle's direction, she quickly noticed that the other blonde was too busy with bras to care, and instead looked to her other self.

"Show her up like how?" She held up one last hanger for emphasis. "Do you know how this goes on? Because, I don't. At all." Setting it back on the rack, she sighed.

She shook her head hopelessly, having no idea whatsoever how to put most of the things in the store on her body. At least not properly, she was sure she could find some creative way to put the things on. Even still, she put on her brave face and went to look around, finding it much more comfortable to look over at the brightly covered table of panties instead of any of the more intimate items that were scattered across the store.

She picked up a few pairs to buy, and headed over to join up with Elle once again. "Find anything yet?"

Elle knew how to put most of the things in the store on. But it was safe to say she had more experience in these matters than both the Claires combined. It was kind of nice. There was so much of life Elle had missed out on, it was nice to have something she knew better about for once.

She shook her head lightly at Claire's question, turning her head to look up at her. "Not yet. Guess I'll have to keep looking." She didn't want to get anything too similar to the stuff she already had or anything like that.

Claire had lagged behind a moment, disappearing behind a stand of corsets that she was sifting through. She came back with a lacy black number (http://images5.yandy.com/Products/Satin-and-Chiffon-Bustier-Set-with-Sequin-Lace.jpg) with a slight scoop neck, holding it up to herself and successfully interrupting their conversation.

"You don't think this would make my boobs look even smaller than they are, do you? I really like the lace." The goal here was not at all to actually pick out an outfit, but rather to prove that she could act like an adult about this. Hopefully the conversation would be a short 'yes' or 'no,' though, because Claire wasn't sure she could go on about it further.

"Maybe over h-" Claire was cut off as other Claire approached, and her eyes just became as wide as saucers. "You're seriously going to wear that? How does it all go together?" She was just astounded that her other self had the courage to actually find something right away. She glanced down at the panties in her hand and moved to bury them under her arm.

"I think it should be okay, shouldn't these things be pushing them up and out or something? At least, that's what I thought they did."

"She's right," Elle quipped, looking over the outfit carefully with a grin on her lips. "These things are designed to enhance what we have, not make it worse." Elle had experience in that area, not being that largely endowed herself.

She picked out an outfit (http://www.trashy.com/Lacy-Underwire-Bustier.15197-product.htm) for herself. "What about this? White lace kind of presents a nice innocent vibe, which can be fun to play with."

It took a split second for Claire to quickly cover up a mortified look when her other self didn't give her the out of 'absolutely, it will make your boobs look tiny' that would be required for Claire to hastily put it back. Instead, she listened numbly to their responses, then looked down at the outfit.

"... I'm not really sure how it goes together," she admitted in a sheepish voice. She wasn't even going to touch whether or not she was actually going to wear it. Looking at it in the store was one thing, putting it on and walking around without anything else was another entirely. Claire had always prided herself on her modesty, especially compared to the girls in Costa Verde, and this was the furthest thing from that.

When Elle pulled up an outfit for their opinions, Claire looked a little lost for a minute. It took her a moment to convince herself that it was just like telling her if a T-shirt would look good, and that she could be totally objective and not consider Dean's face when he saw it on her.

"I don't know, do they have it in blue? You always looked better in blue. It's more slimming than pink, anyway."

"Blue is definitely more your color. The pink would make you look like Little Bo Peep." Claire agreed with her other self, putting a tight lipped smile on her face. It was still slightly awkward to just be so openly and freely talking about lingerie to wear in bed, and she could only imagine that her dad was back home screaming in protest. Thankfully, he had no idea she was currently shopping with a duplicate version of herself and Elle Bishop.

She shifted awkwardly, and decided to just toss the panties she had collected onto a nearby table. "Okay, help me find something. I don't want something too frilly, those things look like they itch." Because, of course, the itch factor was the most important thing to consider when buying things to have sex in.

Elle shook her head, putting the outfit back now. "No, they don't have it in blue. Which is a shame, it was cute. You're both right though, blue is my best color." And it was her favorite too. And not just because that was the color of her sparks either, though that certainly contributed to it.

She was continuing to look through the outfits when she heard the other Claire's question. "I think we can come up with something," She assured her with a smirk.

She made her way over to one of the other racks, looking through some of the less lacy selections. She finally pulled something (http://www.trashy.com/Raquel-Camigarter624.860-product.htm) out. "What about something like this?"

Claire covered her mouth with her free hand, just noticing that she was still holding the black ensemble. That was going to have to subtly get dropped somewhere. She tried not to giggle at the outfit, then looked over at her other self for the reaction.

"It would look good on you," she admitted, taking Elle's suggestion to mean she wanted to know if the other Claire liked the outfit for herself. "And, it's pretty cute." Mostly, she just wanted to make her other self squirm at the suggestion, though she was still being honest.

And squirm she did, turning at least five different shades of red. It was a cute thing that Elle had picked out, but she just couldn't imagine herself wearing it, and couldn't even begin to imagine how she'd be able to walk around in that and only that. "It's...it's..." She rubbed at the side of her head, feeling incredibly childish, "It's something."

She reached over to the rack directly at her side, and picked up the the first thing that she touched. "How about this?"

She then actually looked at what she had grabbed, and nearly died right there on the spot.

When the second Claire pulled out that black, skimpy thing Elle couldn't help but bust out laughing, her face filled with glee. It was pretty priceless, after all. She couldn't help herself.

Not that she was trying to hold back or anything, but that wasn't the point.

Finally, she caught her breath a little and nodded. "I think that's perfect"

Claire's mind had basically shut down a portion of itself upon seeing the piece of 'clothing.' She had managed to convince herself that it wasn't the entire piece, or that someone had maliciously taken a pair of scissors to it. No one could honestly be expected to wear that.

"Where's the rest?" She asked plainly, then swallowed hard as she slowly came to the realization that there wasn't a 'rest.'

"I...don't...know." Claire blinked down at the scraps of material in her hand and just spun it about, taking in how terribly skanky it was. "People don't actually wear these things, do they?" She seemed downright horrified, and promptly shoved the piece back on the rack, and quickly moved away to go look at the outfit Elle had suggested for her. In order to keep busy, she found the size she needed and took the item in her arms, and decided to head over to another area of the store. This one held humiliating memories now.

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