Already, Jane’s first shopping experience had a rocky start. They had been gently, but firmly, shooed from the first store they had ventured into when the discovery was made that Jane wasn’t wearing any foot ware. Oskar had quickly taken Jane to a shoe store next. Her feet had been measured by a clerk, and Oskar had brought various shoes for her to try on. After a bit of an argument (Jane did not see a reason that she<i>had</i>to wear shoes, as she did not like them), Oskar purchased two pairs; a pair of sandals, and another pair of what Oskar called “sneakers.”<br/><br/>Jane walked out wearing the little sandals, claiming that the sneakers were constricting and uncomfortable.<br/><br/>They returned to the first store, Jane staying close beside Oskar, holding his arm as they walked. What would happen if she lost him in the crowd? Would it be possible to find him again?<br/><br/>Very quickly, she understood Oskar’s words in the car about blending in. The stares she was getting from nearly every passerby were unnerving. One man even called out to her as they walked, saying, “Nice costume, Babe! I’d like to go to<i>your</i>Ren Fair, if you know what I mean!” Jane wasn’t certain what the callout meant, but from Oskar’s verbal volley, it appeared that the stranger was not being kind. She would have to try to remember to ask Oskar what a “douchebag” was later.<br/><br/>Back in the clothing store, Oskar had asked yet another clerk for help; this time to guess her size. Jane had no idea what Oskar meant when he had inquired. She had either made her own clothing, or her father would bring clothing home to her. Oskar told her in an undertone he would explain later. She made another mental note.<br/><br/>After being inspected by the clerk, the brunette woman helped Oskar pick out several pairs of trousers and matching tunics with each pair. The two of them called the garments “jeans” and “t-shirts.” Jane was ushered into a tiny room with a long looking glass and the clothing, while Oskar stood just outside the door giving her encouragements the entire time.<br/><br/>Jane looked at herself in the looking glass for a moment, wondering how things had gotten so complicated in her life, before sighing and taking off her familiar clothes. It took three tries to find a pair of jeans that fit over her wide hips properly. Even then, they felt odd as she moved, rubbing between her legs where she was used to empty air.<br/><br/>Having navigated the button and zipper on the jeans, she pulled the size-appropriate t-shirt over her head and looked in the looking glass once more. The t-shirt was white with a flower in the center. The thin fabric was pulled tight across her breasts, which were obviously bare beneath; her pink nipples standing out starkly. It was too bad her short stays really wouldn’t work underneath a garment like this. What did other women do to cover properly? Why did she have to wear men’s clothing, anyway?<br/><br/>She could hear Oskar calling to her from the other side of the door, asking if she was alright and if he could preview her outfit. Her face burning with embarrassment, Jane opened the door wide for him to see her, wincing as she shifted.<br/><br/><i>: Do zippers always hurt so?:</i>Jane asked silently, careful to only allow Oskar to hear her thoughts.<i>:It chafes and pulls… I do not see how you stand to wear them.: </i>