It had shocked the hell out of me when Kyle yanked me off the bed and said we were going shopping. OK, there had been some other words that came before that but I didn't need to dwell on them right now since they made me want to rip his clothes off of him and jump his bones. Still, I couldn't believe he was taking me shopping.
I only ever went shopping with EZ. He was the one who helped me pick out girly outfits. Left to my own devices I always got things that were comfortable and made me look like a bounty hunter clichè. Well, I was a bounty hunter so why not look like the clichè to go along with it?
UGH! What was I going to do now?
Then it got worse. Kyle took me to this super trendy and really nice boutique with pretty little shop clerks. They were so feminine that it made me feel like I was way too butch and not feminine at all. Why the hell was Kyle with me if he wanted me to dress like the people who shopped here? This stuff just wasn't me.
