Currently, Alissia was really regretting allowing Millie to lead the way. She was dragged into a clothing store which would normally not be a problem. It was just the kind of store it was. It was a store that specialized in undergarments. And the more Alissia walked around, the more she wondered how women even wore these things. Alissia, in her past life, knew how to take most of these things off but to put them on was another matter. "Ummm, Millie, is there a place with less… Ummm, feminine style clothing?"
"Young Miss, you can not go around without the proper underwear. You must make sure that your developing breasts are not sagging. Here try this on. " Millie reached over to one of the racks and pulled off a frilly looking piece of cloth that was shaped into two cups causing Alissia to groan.
Since she came to this world, she did not have any kind of bra on before, so she was not happy in the slightest to have to wear such unneeded things. This was probably her one and only complaint about her current situation. With pursed lips, she took the piece of cloth from Millie and sluggishly made her way to the dressing room, with Millie pushing her from behind.
As she undid her armor and revealed her bare chest, Alissia stared into the mirror. "I must say this body is beautiful enough for any guy you want to covet. I am not sure if I should say I am lucky or not. But I will say I will punch anyone who tries to hit on me."
Taking the bra into her hand, she lifted it to her chest to see what it looked like and nodded her head in approval. "Millie has good taste. If this was the old me, I would have drooled a little. It's much different now that the cute girl in front of me is actually me…."
Alissia inspected the back of the bra to figure out how it went on before finally slipping it on and hooking the back. "In a way, I kinda wish I had this body in my past life. I could have made a killing as a model…."
Alisia was not lying. She had a stylish petite figure. A beautiful face that would look good even if it was not photoshopped. "Young Miss, how is it? Does it fit?"
"Millie, you ask me that, but how am I supposed to even tell if it fits or not? It's snug if that is what you mean?" Alissia did not know what a bra was supposed to feel like when it fits right, so she was not sure if this actually fit her correctly or not.
"Young Miss, excuse me." Millie slipped into the dressing room with Alissia and wrapped her hands behind her. "Sorry, Young Miss, I forgot that you lost your memories."
"It's fine, so what are you doing?" Alissia asked as she felt Millie's hands getting busy in a spot most girls would turn and slap the person for touching.
"I am making sure that you are fully inside and also have room to breathe without it being too tight. But it seems my worries were unfounded. Young MIss hasn't grown any since three years ago." Millie said as she took her hands back. "If you like this design, I will grab a few more."
Alissia felt a headache coming on. "Ah yes… I will leave it to you…." If it was up to her, she would just wrap it up in a cloth and be done with it.
Alisia took the bra off and got changed once more before leaving the dressing room, but as she did, she saw Millie standing there with her head lowered and a person standing in front of her with her hand raised over her head. "You damn servant! You dare talk back to me!?"
Hearing the familiar voice and the hand that was about to make contact with Millie's face, Alissia disappeared from where she stood and appeared in front of Millie, only to feel a slight breeze pass her face. "Ouch!? What are you made of!?"
"Oh? Dear sister. Did you come to play with me again? I had a lot of fun last time. Shall we continue where we left off?" A cracking sound could be heard as Alissia cracked her knuckles. The girl in front of her was none other than her wonderful sister Mary.
"Dear customers, please do not fight in our store." A sales clerk ran over to try to calm the situation.
Alissia turned and smiled at the sales clerk as she said: "Don't worry, we won't be fighting….. Since it will be one sided anyway."
"You! OOoffFF!" Once again, a delicate white fist slammed into Mary's face causing her to fly straight through the aisle and out the open doors of the store before hitting the ground and skidding for ten feet.
"Hmmm… I need to control my strength a bit more…." Alissia said as she pursed her lips. But her eyes quickly lit up as an idea came to mind. "Dear sister! Since you came to play, let me punch you in the face a few times!"
Mary, who was lying in the street in a daze, felt like this situation had happened before. She just couldn't put her finger on it. But when she heard the voice of her younger sister asking her if she wanted to play, a shiver ran down her body. "No!"
"Huh? Dear sister, I did not hear you? You want me to punch you? Okay! I promise to hold back, even more this time!" Alissia's happy, loving voice as she spoke to Mary did not match her words one bit. She walked over and mounted Mary and raised her fist. Mary, who was still in a daze, saw the delicate white fist shining in the sun eyes suddenly shot open wide as she yelled out: "No! I don't want to pla…. OOooooFFFF!"
"Sorry, Dear sister, I didn't let you finish. What did you say?"
"I don't want to… OOoooFFFF!"
"Dear Sister, what was that!?"
"I…. OOoooFFF!"
"Young Miss, any more, and she might die!"
"Hmmm? Oh! Sorry hehe…. I went a little too far. Dear Sister, let me help send you home, okay?" Alissia's smile grew wide as she stood up and picked Mary up off the ground, lifted her over her head and looked in a certain direction and with all her strength threw her Dear Sister towards the house….. Or at least she thought she did….
"Young Miss, that direction is the castle!" Millie yelled out in a panic.
"Ah! OOps!"