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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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"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.

"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.

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