A moment ter I noticed that Ginger was going through the pile oable as she mumbled. “Let’s try something simple first…” I turned around just in time to see what she picked out of the pile. Clutched in her hands was a simple-looking shirt in a maroon color. However, uher shirts I had seen and worn so far, this one looked soft and flexible. She passed it over. “Put this on.”

  While I didn’t like the color, as my fiouched it I nearly fell in love with whatever material it was made of. It was the softest material I had ever felt. Within moments, I slipped the shirt over my head, and the material settled into py body. While the nee was a v-cut, it didn’t cut down more than a few inches. Just enough to show the top of my boobs and that was it.

  The shirt billowed out slightly as I spun to face the mirror. As I caught sight of my refle, I found that it looked good on me. I had expected to see the straps of my bra on my shoulders but the shirt somehow kept them hidden. It also mao hug my curves without feeling too tight. Something that most of my old shirts failed to dinger let out a soft hmm sound as her eyes looked at my refle with a critical eye. A moment ter her arm flew out as she tore something out of the pile. She either didn’t notice or care as clothes fell to the ground. “Put this on.”

  With a bit of hesitation, I took the item and unfolded it. I half expected to find a skirt or something. I leasantly surprised to find that she had handed me a pair of dark blue jeans. Of course, it was then that I realized I was still wearing the pair of pants I had borrowed from Xahen again, what I had below wasn’t something she hadn't seen before.

  My lips were in a frown as I shucked one pair off only to slide the other on. The moment I went to slide my tail through the hole in the back, she grabbed my hand and redirected it. “There are some tails that are uo bend as much as yours . Most designers realize that and incorporate some way to get the tail into the hole and secure it.”

  Sure enough, with her guidance I found the little clip that was cleverly hidden under a belt loop. While it did take a bit of work to get open and closed it didn’t leave my fur feeling as if it had been brushed the wrong way for which I was thankful.

  The outfit felt perfect. Like it had been made for me. More importantly, it looked great. None of it overly emphasized any part of my body yet it hugged it enough to give me plete freedom of movement. “That looks great on you.” Ginger gushed. Then she reached over and yahe door open. “Oi. What do you think?”

  I spun to protest her decision to involve Xander but the words died on my lips. The guy was leaning on the wall across the aisle from us. His eyes were locked o he didn’t say a word. He almost looked stupified by what he saw.

  “That’s what I thought,” Ginger said as she shut the door aured for me to strip. “Let's put that into the buy pile shall we?”

  “Um…who is paying for all this?” I tentatively asked as I relutly passed over the shirt and pants.

  “Don’t worry about it.” She took them but gestured at my bra. “That too.”

  “’t I just keep it on?”

  Her finger waved in the air as she scolded me. “You should wear a bra that either matches the outfit or is able to be kept hidden. This outfit,” She lifted something that looked a bit too long to be a shirt. “Will not hide the straps. So you will o wear one of these.” Iher hand, she produced what looked like a sirip of fabric.

  I let out a sigh and passed over the bra. And here I was just getting used to wearing the damhing. She took it and handed me the strip of fabric. Like the bra, there was a series of clips on one side of the material. Uhe bra, the clips were between the cups which made it much easier to put on.

  As soon as I was done, she handed me the outfit. Sure enough, it was a dress. My eyes narrowed at her as I asked, “Really?” While she shrugged, she didn’t say anything. With a sigh, I slipped the dress over my head. I quickly found that there were no holes for my arms.

  Before I could ask her how to put this thing on she grabbed the dress and pulled it off. “While you slip strapless dresses on like that, it is easier to step into them.” She id the dress on the ground aured for me to step into the ter. As she pulled it up she stopped to slip my tail through.

  While I didn’t mind toug my tail, I found that I didn’t like it when someone else did it. It reminded me too much of the brief battle with Barti that led to me getting kicked from this pce for a short while. Wait, now that I thought about it, why had I been kicked? If the pod was moviweeh and here, then why would it o pull me back to Earth?

  As I tried to think through the question, a swift jerk of a zipper brought me back to the present just as Giurned me to face the mirror. The dress was nearly as tight as my bra as it hugged my chest. That wasn’t the only thing about the dress that matched the bra. Its nee followed the material to show a healthy amount of flesh. While it wasn’t something that I felt I could pull off, I retty sure other women could work this outfit.

  Ginger must have had the same idea because she frowned and shook her head. “Yeah, that…just no. !”

  For the hour and a half, she dressed me in outfit after outfit. Some worked quite well for me and she showed those off to Xander who stayed silent. Most of the rest though, she tossed into the ever-growi pile. The st outfit she pulled out was ohat I should have expected but somehow she mao surprise me with it.

  I found myself staring at my refle while I wore a Kimono. The amount of material made me feel stuffy aricted my movement. However, as one would expect given the ins of the Kitsuhos, the outfit looked perfee. The various red fabrics that made up the outfit plimented my blue hair and fur while the amount served to hide the majority of my curves.

  “You are a Kitsune arnt you.” Ginger sighed behind me. Her tone no longer sounded pyful. The sudden ge caused me to spin around.

  “Yeah? Did you not know that?” I asked, puzzled.

  She slowly shook her head but stayed silent as she studied me. We stayed that way until, finally, she steepled her fingers and spoke. “My brother never actually told me what you were. He only said that you had been ged and needed help. Holy, I thought you were a fox beastkin or something this eime.”

  “Then how did you figure out what I was?” While I asked, I had an idea.

  “Because that Kimono was meant as a joke. It just doesn’t lht on others. Now that doesn’t mean that they 't make it work or anything. It just doesn’t look quite so perfect.” She leaned her head back as she let out a sigh. “I am not expining this right. Something about a Kitsune’s magiagic, makes the outfit look like it was meant for you.”

  “So the outfit works for me.” I shrugged, “Why is that a problem?”

  A hand lifted to rub her face. “What do you know about Kitsune? Or foxes for that matter?”

  “Just the myths and legends used in various games, shows, and books. Why?”

  I started to remove the outfit as she spoke. “Okay, pull up your species s.”

  “My what?”

  “Your species…” she grumbled something too low for me to hear over the rustling of fabric. “Go to your status s a your race.” As soon as I put the fabric to the side, I did as she asked.

  Race:

  Kitsune

  Variant:

  Demonic

  God:

  Inari

  Tier:

  1

  Power Category

  Fire

  Power Tier:

  1

  Race Skills:

  None*

  Race Points:

  3

  Mated:

  No

  “What does most of this mean?” I asked as I looked over the information.

  “Almost every race has a different list so I don’t know what you have.”

  “Then why did you ask me to pull it up?” I muttered, a bit a her answer.

  “Tell me,” she sounded hesitant as she asked, “does the list include a spot beled mate or mated?”

  “Yes? Why?”

  “Do you really need me to spell it out.” She moaned.

  “Spell what out?”

  “There are species out there that mate for life. Dragons, wolves, griffins, and well, most of the other beastkin species, as well as the magical ones, mate for life. This includes Kitsune.” She rushed out in a single breath.

  “What do you mean by mate for life?” I asked though I had a feeling about what she was going to say.

  “It means that the first person that you seal the deal with will be it for you.”

  And I was right. “But what does that have to do with me? Why are ying this up now?”

  She sighed but her eyes met mine as she said, “I have seen how you and my brother look at each other. While it could be lust or hormones from the ge, I doubt it. While I don’t know you all that well, I do know him. Just know that if you do decide to go after him and end up breaking his heart, I will kill you.”

  Her response fused me. “Wait, I thought you said that I would be the ouck with him for life? How did this turn into you killing me for breaking his heart?”

  The gre she shot me was sharp as she spoke with a clipped voice. “If you lead him on without the iion to at least try. If you use him only to leave him. If you…” She sounded as if she could go on but stopped herself. “Just, think before you do or say something to him. I know this wasn’t something you had to deal with as much while you were a guy, but us girls have to watch what we say and do because men are simple, stupid creatures. One mispced hand, a hug that sts too long, a mispced word, and they might take it wrong. They might interpret it as something you didn’t mean.”

  “Okay,” I nodded. “I think I uand. I try. But you still haven't told me why you mentiohe mate aspect.”

  “Because once you start down that road you may find yourself uo stop until it is too te. I want you to think about what you want before you do something you might end up regretting.” She closed her eyes. “And just because you are mated does not mean that you will be uo cheat on him. Just that, from what I uand, the magic will take his protectiveo the level. He will end up killing anyone or anything that threatens yht e between you two.”

  And that was the reason she would kill me. Not because she did or didn’t wao choose her brother. But because she wanted me to be sure before I made the choice so that I didn’t hurt him.

  “Anyway,” Ginger grunted as she stood up. “Let's get you bato the first outfit so ay for this and go get some lunch.” By the time I finished ging, her bubbly personality had returned.

  Ginger practically bounced out of the room as soon as she opehe door. She and Xander avoided colliding as she made her way toward the ter. Xander, for his part, stayed quiet as we walked to join her.

  Once we were at the ter, the two staff members made quick work of the small pile. “That will be three huwenty gold.” I balked at the amount. Even with everything I had, I would barely be able to cover half the amount.

  Xander barely blinked as he handed over fold s. Uhe s I khese things were square. She took them without blinking and passed bae triangle and three metal sticks. Each of which were gold in color.

  Xander must have noticed my gaze because he poio each while Ginger shoved everything into her iory. “These,” he poio the sticks. “Are worth ten. While these,” he poi the triangle. “Are worth fifty. The squares are worth one hundred and hexagons are worth five hundred. It is one of the more ret developments given how muftion is happening.”

  As we started for the exit, I scoffed. “So they are printing more cash?” Or was it stamping more cash?

  “Not quite.” He shook his head. “Each is mihen anyone exge their s for it. The exged s are sent to the treasury to either be melted down or put into circution as needed. Now…” Suddenly a growling rumble interrupted his expnation.

  We both looked over at Ginger who looked sheepishly back. “Hey, I haveen anything since you told me that you needed help.”

  “That was a day ago.” Xander didn’t sound happy. Instead of fronting her, he asked, “What do you want to eat then?”

  “Hmm…your treat?” She asked while giving him a pleading look.

  “You make more than enough to treat yourself.” He rolled his eyes but gave in with a heavy sigh. “Fine, but only this oime as thank you for helping Kyren.”

  “YAY!” Ginger grabbed our hands and practically dragged us behind her. “I know just the pce!”