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Post by E. Johnson on Nov 27, 2009 15:17:22 GMT -5
Small, delicate hands shuffled through a small rack of fresh jeans. Manicured nails flowed smoothly over the designs of the few that had them. With a smirk, the woman pulled a few hangers off the rack and carelessly strolled over to the dressing room to try on her find. Erica's feet treading ever-so-lightly across the floor, her boots making no noise as she stepped onto the carpeted floor of the sitting-room of the dressing room. A few, large round seats sat in the center in a circle, while a few mirrors lined the wall, and many dressing rooms surrounded the area. Taking a deep breath, Erica walked and stepped into the room in the corner. Once she was inside and the jeans were hanging up, she turned and locked the door and begun the aganizing pain of clothes shopping. Don't get it wrong, she liked shopping, but she just hated having to try everything on to see if it fit.
Stepping out the dressing room, buttoning and zipping her pants, Erica stopped in front of the wall mirrors, and gazed at herself. The pants fit just right, but were a little long for her short stature. "Oh well. They'll be good ridin' pants .. and I could roll them up." She said with a smile as she ran her fingers over the plain, dark blue pair of skinney jeans. After admiring them for a few seconds longer, she headed back into the dressing room, stripping her pants as she went. Luckily, she was inside and the door was locked before anyone saw her butt. Especally in her underwear.
Repeating the same step as before, only the young lady was sporting a white pair of skinney's with a light-blue butterfly stitched in the middle of the seat in her pants. Erica turned her bod away from the mirror, and then turned over her should too see how they looked and fit. "Aww. These are cute." She noted as she glanced up and down at them. The article of clothing wasn't too long, but also not too short, and they were stretchy, but still fit tightly around her. She gave a gentle tug at the front of the leg. Then, to really test them out, she did a cart-wheel in the dressing area. Erica executed a quick glance around before doing so. Happy, she hurried back to her room, changed, and took the clothes she was keeping, tossed them over her arm, and walked out to her basket. Tossing them inside, she started looking again.
"Okay. Enough jeans. I guess I need a new pair of boots." She sighed, looking at the small pile of jeans in the bottem of the cart. A purple, sky-blue, black, and acid-wash jeans have been added, and a few different colored under-shirts have been tossed in too. Finally, she started pulling her small-basket of clothes and headed towards the shoe department in the store. Most likely, she would end up getting two, instead of one.
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