The measuring tape that was pressed against my skin was cold and uncomfortable. Its side was so thin that it felt like a razor. It didn't help that someone was analyzing my exact proportions, including commenting on how my bust was very "reserved" while Erana's was very "bodacious," whatever that means.
The owner, after several minutes of measuring, finally placed her tape away and bowed to us.
"I believe I have an idea of what would work best for the both of you. Allow me to go into the supplies closet and obtain the outfits which would be modified for the both of you."
She didn't wait for us to respond, instead she just walked off and closed the door behind her, leaving Erana and myself to wait in silence.
…
"Too foo patoo…" I made noises with my mouth to pass the time. It's incredibly awkward right now, let alone uncomfortable.
