Jason didn't know what he had been through was noticable. He didn't know that other people cared. He just didn't know that. If he had known he wouldn't have felt so vunerable. He felt not only exposed but vunerable. He didn't like feeling either thing. He felt odd trying on so many clothes. He just felt strange and it wasn't something he was used to doing. Sherry had always bought everything. He never got to try them on. He just had to wear them. He never got to choose what he wore. She did that for him too. This was something new and though he wouldn't admit it...for fear it would be taken away...he liked it. He feels the different scarves. Finding a few, satin and velvet, that he liked. One cotton which he tore off the tag, gave her the tag, and promptly tied it around his face. A black one which accented his white strands. He felt more relieved now. More at ease. Soon they were heading to the shoe store. He was NOT happy. He didn't like the feeling of new shoes. Then again he barely had any shoes left. "Do I really need shoes?" He asks meekly. "I won't be going much of anywhere...I'm sure they won't mind me being barefoot." He says softly. "I don't even know what my shoe size is." He says. He didn't have big feet  for a man. Around small medium foot size.