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Elle had never really done the whole going shopping with other girls thing before. Let alone with Claire. Let alone with two Claires. Things should be interesting, to say the least. She was trying her best not to show her slight anxiety as she stood in the middle of the food court with a Slush-O, waiting for the other two girls to arrive.

They were only shopping for lingerie, right? So that would probably just mean a store or two. And if she really got annoyed she would zap them or something. She smiled, that thought comforting her a little.

She still needed nicknames so she could differentiate between the two. Right now she was leaning towards Thing #1 and Thing #2.

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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.

"There is no rest, that's it," Elle quipped as the other two sat around, flustered and upset. This was ending up way more fun than she had originally planned. Maybe they needed to have girls days out more often. Or something. She wasn't sure.

Either way, she was enjoying herself, and that was what really mattered.

Elle went off and began looking through another rack of clothes, looking for something in blue. The two had been right. That was her best color.

When Elle wandered off, it took Claire a moment longer before she was actually able to look away from the horror that was the stringy monstrosity. She gradually regained some semblance of brain function and began to mull around the store, making the occasional horrified face but mostly just looking interested. She grabbed a couple things from racks, categorizing them as possibilities only after she'd confirmed that, yes, they were made of more than just strategically placed strings. It wasn't really that bad; at least, not the shopping portion. Every time she tried to imagine actually putting one on for someone to see, she turned a brilliant shade of red. Once she'd picked a few out, she went to find out how the other Claire was doing.

Claire had actually managed to find a few things for herself, which surprised her greatly. She had made sure to carefully inspect each piece to see that they were made up of actual fabric, and had even gone out of her comfort zone to try things in colors she normally wouldn't. When other Claire approached her, she was standing in front of a display of neon colored items. She looked a mixture of thoughtful and confused, and was staring back and forth between a hot pink and lime green selection.

"Is this too much?" She wondered softly, glancing over at her other self before looking around for Elle.

Elle was off in the other side of the store picking out a few (http://www.yandy.com/Stretch-Mesh-Babydoll.php) different (http://www.yandy.com/Lace-Flyaway-Babydoll,-Thong-Set.php) outfits (http://www.yandy.com/Expandable-Front-Lace-Babydoll.php) to try on. She was giving the Claires some space to re-cooperate for a moment or two. It was the least she could do, she supposed.

"I don't think I count as a second opinion," Claire replied, scrunching her nose and laughing. "But, I really like it, it's very colorful." Hangers in one hand, she took Dolphin's hand in the other and dragged her in Elle's direction. Once she'd reached the other girl, she stopped short. "There's a place to try this stuff on, right?" She didn't want to get something, then get home and realize it made her look like a ten-year-old boy. This sort of thing had to be an ever-present fear for Claire.

"There better be." She meekly retorted, sharing the exact same fear as Zebra. It was difficult to have a body like hers, just because so very many things made her look like a ten year old boy, and the last thing she wanted was for Michael or any other guy to think she looked like one. That would really ruin the whole experience.

"I think they'd be in the back of the store." She directed her other self, nudging her in the right direction.

"You're right, they're in the back of the store," Elle assured them with a bit of a smile as she grabbed one more thing off the racks to try on before heading toward the back of the store with them.

She wasn't really that much better developed them then, but Elle was also much more used to dressing in a way that would enhance what she does have. So she at least had that experiene on her side.

That and if Dean or any other guy ever complained about her body, she'd just fry them.

Claire followed them to the back of the store, peering anxiously behind big black curtains that were acting as doors for the changing rooms. It was good to know she could try it on and she was sure she'd like how adorable some would look but actually doing it and not trying to anxiously pull te material to cover more was going to take all of her guts.

Well. As long as no one expected her to come out and model, she'd survive. She headed into one of the dressing rooms, dropping a pile of stuff on the bench and started to undress.

Claire gulped at the fact that there was only a single black curtain to hide her body from everyone else, shouldn't they have a big door that went from ceiling to floor or something? She pulled her curtain shut as she went inside, and found that her hands were shaking as she undressed and prepared to change into one of the "outfits".

It took her a while to get the first one on, the one Elle had suggested for her. She looked at herself in the mirror and wrinkled up her nose, unsure if this as a side of her that anyone else ever needed to see. "I'm not sure if any of this will look right on me." She worried aloud, assuming Elle and other claire would hear her.

Elle would have been liked to get the other girls opinions, but she had a feeling that neither one of them would really be up for that. So she decided to be nice and spare them from some embaressement as she tried on the different outfits. See? She could be nice sometimes. If and when the mood struck her.

"What makes you say that? These things are made to make your body look better," Elle called out as she heard one of the Claires complain. Without seeing them, it was hard for her to tell which one she was talking to. This duplicate thing was confusing.

"Don't say that! That means it won't look good on me," Claire returned with a worried tone. The first outfit (http://media.filmschoolrejects.com/images/hayden-panettiere01.jpg) she tried on was making it hard for her to breathe with the way it cinched around her ribcage, and she squirmed a bit to shift the wiring around. "They may be made to make us look better, but they're definitely not made to be comfortable." She was choosing not to acknowledge that the point was that it wouldn't be on her for a particularly long time. That was just not a mountain she was ready to tackle.

After a long pause, she finally looked in the mirror, adjusting the top of the corset with slight discomfort, and called between the stalls. "I don't think I put this on right."

"This doesn't look right. It's too...revealing." Claire whined, and promptly took it off so she could find the one thing she had found that actually covered her. She didn't mind this one, despite the fact that it still made her feel awkward. But at least her boobs weren't entirely hanging out and there were no garters involved.

"Okay...I think I found one I like. It looks like a swimsuit or something though. One of you come look at it and tell me what you think. I don't mind this one all that much." She actually liked it, but she wasn't going to say that out loud.

"One at a time," Elle called out playfully, having just finished putting one of her own outfits (http://www.dailybabe.co.za/images/dailybabe_Kristen_Bell_258.jpg). "You two are hopeless, I just want you to know that." She couldn't help but tease them. They were making this way, way too easy for her. And fun.

She made her way to the first Claire's dressing room, not even bothering to knock before opening the door to let her in. "So what part of it feels wrong?" She asked as she began to tug at the corset, trying to align it better.

"Hey," Claire immediately moved to cover herself, arms crossing so she was hugging herself, and legs squeezing together. When she saw that Elle was in a similar state of undress, she felt a little better and loosened her grip, eventually dropping her hands away so the girl could freely fidget with the outfit. God damn Claire's life.

"I don't know, all these wires just ... feel weird." She patted her ribcage awkwardly, pressing the fabric some to try and alleviate pressure. After a brief pause, she looked at Elle. "That's really cute," she acknowledged. "I like the ruffles." Moving away from Elle's hands, she peeked out of the dressing room. "Come out so we can see," she told her other self.

Claire was going to protest, she was going to hide herself in the corner of the room, but if Elle had managed to walk out, and if her other self wasn't freaking out, then maybe it wasn't that bad. Ever so cautiously, she peeked her head out from behind the curtain and looked this way and then that. There were a few women standing around, but no men, and so Claire took her chance and bolted out from her room and rushed over into other Claire's.

She plowed right into Elle and recoiled back, falling flat on her backside. She just let out a grunt of protest as she realized yes, this was indeed her life. She looked up at Elle, head tipping off to the side. "She's right, the ruffes are cute."

"You just have to get used it, that's all," Elle assured Claire, straightening out the fabric a little more before pulling back. She smirked in appreciation of her work. "There. That looks much better."

She was just about to reply to the first Claire's compliment when the other Claire came plowing into her, causing her to stumble, her fingers sparking a little out of defense and surprise. "Be careful," she hissed, straightening up once more.

A moment later though, she was smiling sweetly again. "The ruffles are rather nice, aren't they?"

The fact that the Claires had picked out such similar outfits didn't escape her when she took the time to notice what other-Claire as wearing. She reached down and offered her a hand up, smiling. She was trying not to bend over too much, though, because there as a mirror behind her and the outfit didn't cover nearly enough of her butt for that to be okay.

"I'm not sure I'm ready for the 'getting used to it' stage yet," she admitted, looking up at Elle with a slightly concerned expression. Once she'd helped up her other self, she looked in the mirror, inspecting. "You don't think Sam will ... expect anything, right? I mean, I already told him I was going to get something, but I mean ..." It was really hard for her to come straight out and ask if Elle thought lingerie and actual sex had to go hand in hand.

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