We walked down the corridor and went to the lift. Damon chose the eighth floor, and there seemed to be several designer shops like De la Renta, Cucci, and Prada.
Well, I had a credit card, but I didn't think I would buy too many clothes. I was very price-conscious. I had usually budget about 200-300 dollars per shopping trip and not always that either. We stepped out of the elevator. Damon held my hand and checked the floor first. Then we went to the first clothing store.
It was a De La Renta store, and Damon went right up to the clerk and said, " Hi, I'm here to buy my girlfriend some new clothes. As you can see, she is a small and very petite girl and likes to wear children's clothes as she has been under the misconception that she can't find clothes that fit her except in the children's department, so could you please help my girlfriend? She could look like a woman."
Girlfriend, really. Yes, my life just got a lot more interesting. The saleswoman came up to me and looked at me. My nipples had not yet recovered and were clearly visible. She smiled slightly at Damon. And it was, therefore, obvious that I wasn't a pre-teen because my nipples were quite grown up.
I was still a bit confused about the whole thing anyway. The saleswoman's gaze seemed to judge my entire outfit. From my pink Velcro sneakers, light blue stretchy jeans, and magenta velour blouse, everything the salesperson saw and almost furrowed her brow in disgust.
The salesperson nodded curtly and said to Damon, "I see what you mean. Let's see if we can get your girlfriend some better clothes than the treasures of the children's clothing sales. Come over here, and we'll take some measurements."
I dutifully followed as Damon kept his arm around my waist and directed me to go. The woman led me to the fitting room, and Damon disappeared somewhere. First, I had to strip down to my underwear. I wore a child's top and comfortable teen boxers, not lace panties.
The woman momentarily looked at my bright pink top and said: "Excuse me, I'll be right back. Just wait a minute."
The saleswoman returned a moment later with a lace bra that was padded up and panties that must have been a Tai model. They weren't the nice girly boxers I was used to.
"There's a better pair of underwear. Change them, and we'll take your measurements. We'll get your breasts where they're supposed to be and the correct measurements taken. You're pretty skinny, but don't worry. "
I did the job as instructed. I put the bra on, and they actually supported my breasts, lifted them out a little, and the padding helped a little more. Putting these clothes on felt weird, but they were actually the right size. The woman measured my bust, waist, and hips, and the length of my legs.
Then she put the tape measure aside and said, "Now we know your size. Let's go to your boyfriend's and get you some brand new clothes. We have an excellent range for your size, too, so there's plenty to choose from."
She stepped out of the fitting room, and Damon was already there.
Damon came to the door and was already handing her clothes.
The salesperson looked through the clothes and said. " You already know your girlfriend's size pretty well. What do you need me for?"
She handed me a satin button-down shirt, black jeans, and high-heeled shoes. These were branded clothes and the price tags were in Damon's hand. I wasn't supposed to know then. The jeans fit, although the belt had to be pulled into the last hole. The jeans were only very low-waisted, but they held up well. The satin shirt came just up to the jeans' waistband, but my skin peeked out when I moved. It was very short, and that was the idea.
The satin top was actually light blue, and the shoes were gorgeous. They were navy blue. I didn't think I could walk in these, but Damon came over to me and helped me as we continued to look for clothes in the store.
I hesitated at first, but Damon said, "Hang on to me, lean on me, and you'll learn to walk in them."
I then leaned on Damon and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I was a woman. I had breasts, and the jeans seemed to give me some sort of hips, and then when I walked in these shoes, my hips swayed like a woman.
We continued to explore and search for clothes. Actually, I didn't. Damon was looking. The clerk gave him my measurements, and Damon knew what he was doing. He didn't even look at the price tags as he collected shirts, tops, bottoms, skirts, dresses, and just a few pairs of pants.
He didn't ask my preferences about colors, patterns, or fabrics; these were really nice clothes. I didn't know if there were any casual clothes when I saw everything as different kinds of party clothes.
Damon finally went to the checkout and paid for the complete set with his credit card. It cost a couple of thousand, and I was shocked. Now I would not buy clothes for years. Those should last me quite a long time. We went on to Prada's next and the same thing, now we didn't need a salesperson, but Damon still gave the salesperson my measurements and she brought several racks of clothes from the back room and Damon picked out a pretty big pile of clothes there too.
Then it was Cucci's turn and again, Damon didn't mind the total. The vendors were women and flirted with Damon, and he did not appreciate it; he held me tightly to him, touching and looking at the vendors almost murderously. Then Damon wanted to take me for coffee.
I'd got myself together enough to say, "Damon, I'm not your girlfriend, am I?" I asked. "I'm not ready for that yet."
Damon looked at me from head to toe, as if he wanted to undress me right then and there, and said: "Baby, you're my girlfriend and I'm your boyfriend. You better get used to it. You can feel this spark between us; don't even pretend. The sooner you accept it, the easier it will be for you, and as for the physical part, baby, we're taking it real slow, so it's much more enjoyable. I'm going to teach you everything, everything you need to know and know how to do. Do you know that I have called in many names, not everyone so flattering but there is also worlds best seducer and as you noticed I know my way around woman's body, or do you maybe need another lesson?"
Once again, I was silent. And quite red to my face, not able to speak. This man had been in the pack less than a week, and now he was my boyfriend, my doctor, my bodyguard. What else? I wasn't very good with change, and this guy had now brought a bunch of change into my life, and fast.
We went to the cafe, and Damon was very selective about what he allowed me or what I wanted. Everything was far from okay, and I didn't start questioning the reasons. In the end, I had a stuffed bagel and a large cream coffee.
Damon had his own black coffee and a bagel, too. We ate and drank our coffee. I was quiet and realized Damon was watching me as if I were already his. I don't know what look Damon actually had on his face. Like he had some feelings for me, it made me once again feel insecure about the whole thing. We left the cafe, and Nick and Elias came to meet us.
Nick said: "Wow, Mimi, you've found some great clothes. And hello, Damon. Is it nice to be a wolf? You're quite good-looking, a real hot girl, Mimi. Don't worry. My brother and I taught Spike and Drusilla such an effective lesson that they won't show their faces in America for long. In that respect, you're safe. But there are rumors you might even be offered a bounty, so keep a close eye out, Damon, and I suggest you ask around about those rumors, too. Elias and I can always go and show the promoters of a reward for what we think. We can give you that horde of vampires to keep you safe, sugar."
Damon was silent for a moment and squeezed me tightly against him. He had scooped me into his arms almost as soon as the brothers had arrived.
Damon said dangerously lazily, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary, "Yeah, you two keep an eye out for rumors; they're always going around, but I prefer to stick to the facts, so if you have any evidence of a reward or anything else, get in touch. We don't need no horde. If you'll excuse me, my girlfriend and I are on our way home, it's been a long day and we might even go to the sauna tonight."
Oh my God, now he called me his girlfriend in front of them. I didn't say a word as I was a good girl and just watched Nick and Elias' slightly disbelieving expressions as Damon clearly owned me in their presence.
We walked closely together for a while, and Damon glanced behind him. Then he stopped and turned to face me, looking deep into my eyes. He pressed me against the wall into his body, getting closer and closer, and glued his lips to mine.
He kissed me so deeply, and the kiss put me back in this state where I didn't know what to do, so I tried to kiss him back, and since I had never kissed before, I didn't know what he was expecting. I bit his lips.
His tongue pushed into my mouth and explored it. He nipped my lips, and I tried to kiss; I put my tongue against his tongue, trying to overcome it, and he chuckled. I felt a sound come from his chest as his tongue overpowered mine.
When he finally broke away and said: "Did you know, baby, that you are a natural kisser? It wasn't bad for a first kiss, not at all. "
He looked at me for a moment and said, "You'll get better even as we practice together. You'll learn quickly, and by the way, baby, I always win."
Then he held my hand as we went to the car. In the parking garage, he was again very alert, quickly putting me in the car and watching his surroundings the whole time. I didn't say a word on the way home. I was just trying to process everything that had happened today. The entire trip had gotten me pretty much off balance and finding balance, well that would take time and a good deal of it.
He had pushed his fingers into my pussy and given me an orgasm the likes of which I had never experienced before. I'd kind of handled myself when I was younger, and I'd had orgasms before, but it was something I'd never experienced... then I was his girlfriend... and that kiss. What else could I do with this? Or better question, what can he do with me? It seemed like nothing was off-limits to him.