This second outfit was quite plain compared to the first one.
It was also one which Elli had picked out from the shelves in the previous room.
I quickly removed the traditional dokkalfar winter clothes and folded them into a pile on the bench in the back. Putting on the new clothes took almost no time, as it was merely a single one piece dress.
This one, unlike the layered black outfit, was pure white. The overall shape was virtually a single tube with an opening that ran along half of one side, closed shut by being buttoned up. Presumably that was the back as it ran down quite far. The only frills being the lace which ran along all of the top and edges of the dress as well as how one side flared out a little with a wavy pattern.
The material itself was a bit stretchy, but even then there were built in curves taking the wearer's body shape into consideration.
(Or rather, these curves completely match my own body.)
There were three obvious bulges in the dress, all on one side making a triangle. Past the opening, the dress flared out in the same fashion as a skirt. It was clear what these bulges were supposed to accommodate, but looking at them on an outfit so clearly made me shiver a bit.
Not only did it look like they perfectly match my own body shape, but they were quite big once I saw them from a third person's perspective.
(Am I really this big?)
I've always had a certain degree of awareness, but considering that I live with these curves all the time, it was easy to forget how much they pushed out from my body. Even my belly which have only grown this big the last few months, didn't feel nearly as big as this dress made it seem.
Giving up on everything for the meantime, I step into the dress and pull it up.
"Scarlet, do you need me to help you secure that dress?"
Along with a knock, Elli's voice rang through the closed door.
"No! I'm fine! It's okay!"
I cringed as my voice broke for a moment like some awkward teen. Technically I wasn't even a teenager yet, being less than five years old physically. But mentally I was already close to my forties, so that did add to my embarrassment count.
"If you say so. Call if you need any help, however minor."
"Thanks, I'll do that if I need it."
I didn't need it. Definitely didn't need it whatsoever.
Going back to the dress, there were no shoulders on this outfit, so my bra straps were completely showing. After a moment of thought, I ended up taking them off, but looking at myself in the mirror made me second guess that decision.
Even while I was only holding the dress in place with my hands, now that was bra-less, I could see a pair of distinct bullets poking their way through the dress material. If I put my bra back on, they should be better concealed, but then I'd be effectively showing off part of my bra.
Which was the lesser of two evils, I really had no idea, but in the end, this dress showed off my body shape to the point that this little bit extra might have been less of an issue than the alternative.
With a suppressed sigh, I went to finish things off.
"Claret, can you close the back for me?"
"Yes Master."
I could've done it myself using magic, but since it wasn't like I had eyes on the back of my head, it would have been difficult to make sure everything went on right.
"What about me?! I wanna do something!"
"Umm, you can hold up my hair so Claret can get a proper view."
"Yay!"
Orphne grabbed my hair by the bow.
(Please be careful with that.)
That bow was originally weaved by my half assed ability in addition to being years old now after being worn every day. Even if it was made with the incredibly tough hunter spider silk, the thing was wearing out in addition to the poor weave.
I really hoped that it would last long enough until Alicia grew big enough to make me a new one. It would really suck if I had to retire the ribbon before then. Maybe I'd even go without anything to tie my hair until Alicia was able to make me something new.
But my expectations aside, thankfully Orphne was being reasonably careful with the ribbon.
My hair on the other hand, there didn't seem to be much of an indication that she was being careful with it at all as she started to braid part of the end.
Claret on the other hand methodically tugged the dress closed and buttoned the back up a bit at a time. After a minute of this, I could feel the dress taught against my skin, but not so tight that I would be worried for Alicia.
With one last pull a bit stronger than the rest, my favourite familiar secured the buttons and backed off.
"There. It's done Master."
"Oh? Let's see."
I turned to take a look in the mirror.
The first thing I ended up noting was how Orphne was entirely engrossed with playing with my hair. The end had turned into a while series of braided spikes. The braids weren't even all the same, as each one was done a bit differently.
As for the dress, I had quite the mixed feeling regarding it.
As expected, most of it was a form fitting tube dress, practically made to show off everything about my body. Though the bottom half was a loose, wavy skirt cut short in the front but tapered in length in the back. The front ended at mid-thigh length while the back reached my ankles.
But while the dress itself was an exemplary example of craftsmanship, I couldn't feel happy about wearing it. The white colouration was probably trying to imbue the feeling of purity or something, but against my extremely pale skin, rather than contrast with it, instead it blended together. The small difference in shade did nothing to separate itself from my own body, and the thinness of the material did no favours either.
(As I thought. Black is way better for me.)
I kinda didn't want to show this one off, to be honest. The way it conformed with my body made me feel a bit naked, though aside form the colour it was probably no different from wearing a one piece swimsuit along with a skirt.
"Oh, you are done."
"Huh?!"
"If you had already finished changing, then you should have answered the first time. Come! Let everyone see!"
"W, wait!"
Perhaps I was too engrossed in my thoughts, but I didn't notice Elli had knocked or anything. But as it was too late now, I could only allow myself to be pulled by the elder out into the open.
The room was quiet aside from a few gasps as I tried to cover myself with my one free hand.
"Hmm. I suppose white is not the colour for you."
Elli noted the same thing I had. White simply blended in with both my skin and hair. There was too little contrast and made me look like a ghost or something.
(No, even ghosts had more colour than me when I wear white.)
"But it still looks good on you. You look wonderful."
"You think so?"
It made me a bit happy to hear that, though it did little to diminish the embarrassment.
My eyes scanned across the room. Almost everyone's eyes were sparkling as they stared at me, further emphasizing Elli's point.
A smile threatened to erupt from my lips. That was, until I noticed that the few men in the room had their heads turned away.
Their cheeks were red as they kept stealing glances towards me.
It took me a moment to realize why they were doing that, but when I did, my cheeks burned with the fury of a thousand suns.
"I...I..."
Ripping my hand from Elli's grip, I slammed shut the changing room's door behind me.
"Hmm. I suppose that was a little too much for her this early. That means this one is definitely out."
(What was she going to make me wear next?!)
I simply dreaded what outfit it was she had rejected at this point in the game as I sat down on the bench, my hands on my cheeks as I tried to cool myself down.
"Try this one next Scarlet."
The door opened a crack and a new outfit was thrust through.
At least there was a decent amount of material this time, so I accepted the new clothes before Elli closed the door.
"Wah!"
Unfolding the new outfit, I was surprised and amazed at the sheer sight of it.
It was some sort of layered full sized gown. The outer layer was a bright red like fresh blood, and the inner layer pitch black like the night sky. Unlike the previous dress, this one seemed to try to accentuate my features by contrasting my skin and hair while simultaneously matching my eye colour.
"Wow! So pretty!"
I couldn't help but nod to Orphne's comment. Even she was enraptured by it.
Claret was...mostly uninterested. She never did pay much attention to this sort of thing. At least she was honest with her feelings.
Despite that, she promptly unbuttoned my current dress when I asked her to.
Carefully folding the white dress, I placed it on the bench in the back of the change room. Then placed the previous outfit on top of it and put the bundle to the side.
Since the new outfit covered the shoulders properly, I put my bra back on. It felt good to have proper support. Frankly speaking, I remembered hearing that some women went without a bra, but after becoming a woman myself, I could only imagine that it worked for people of more modest proportions. For women like myself, it wasn't possible. Even more so if you didn't have the stats to keep yourself both strong and durable.
This new dress was much more complicated looking than the previous one, but after taking a little bit of time examining it, it became clear that while there were a lot of details involved in making it, putting it on was quite simple.
The dress was actually composed of a single piece, opening at the side on the front.
I stepped into the dress and lifted it up all the way to my shoulders. There were quite a few drawstrings built into the dress, and I tied them all along the way up the side of the front panel, tucking the ends inside the folds to conceal them.
There were a few adjustments to make, but overall, it was quite easy to get into, and it accommodated my proportions quite easily.
Or rather, it was obviously made to suit my proportions, especially my large belly.
Feeling a bit comfortable, I turned to the full length mirror and had a look at myself. And caught my breath in my throat.
"Wow! You're so pretty in this dress!"
"...Yea..."
I couldn't help but agree with Orphne. I've long been forced to admit that I was quite the beauty, but it felt like this dress pushed that ten up to an eleven.
(Is this even legal?)
My thoughts couldn't help but go to consider that this outfit might cause trouble if I was seen in it.
(But still, it's so amazing...)
The dress was primarily a bright red like fresh blood, yet it had a metallic sheen in the light, similar to the scales of a butterfly's wings. The shoulders were puffed and a lacy ribbon decorated my biceps. The sleeves slowly flared out until the mouths were wide enough to stick my head inside of. They were lined with black lace and the inside had a layer of black as well.
The collar was made up of wavy folds which opened up at the front with more black lace which ran across my collarbone. The dress's front was made from a single panel with a ribbon crisscrossing over it like it was laced up, ending in a loose bow on top of my chest. Black lace ran down both sides all the way to the front open skirt and continued around the whole length to the back. There was also a large lacy ribbon tied into a bow on the to of my belly as if to emphasize the fact that there was a present gift wrapped inside.
The red skirt was lifted up and tied in place with a bow on regular intervals revealing the black skirt underneath. As the red part of the dress opened up on the front, layers of a black skirt flowed out in a wavy pattern, each layer being topped off with more black lace.
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