Letting his shirt go, I guided the cart away from him into the women’s clothing section. Luckily, I nabbed a couple of jeans in my size and threw in a few of their generic cotton shirts. There were some movie or internet related ones, but only two jumped out at me enough to swap out for the plain colors.

Underwear, socks, and a couple of bras were next. I was flat as a board, but it felt good to have something more than just my nipples brushing up against a shirt. Plus, the black lace ...