[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

POLKA DOT: Hey man, let’s get you some clothes.
TIMOTHY: Okay…uhh…
POLKA DOT: We start with casual stuff first, right? Could look around there myself.
TIMOTHY: Yeah!
 

His confidence seems to return at that, and the two of you start making your way over.

POLKA DOT: Remind me what you’re looking for again.
TIMOTHY: Something nice that I can wear on off days…
TIMOTHY: But…still kind of nice looking. And masculine.
POLKA DOT: Let’s take a look, then.
 

You start sifting through clothes, Tim occasionally holding up clothes against himself and asking you how it works with the red of his eyes and nose. It’s a bit hard to find something that fits, but you pull out something that makes his face light right up. 

It’s a white sweater with red stripes, with extra long sleeves- Tim looks around before slipping it on over his top, giving rolling up the sleeves a try.

TIMOTHY: Huh…it looks super cozy when unrolled, but…does it look kind of classy when they’re rolled up?
POLKA DOT: Hell yeah, man. You look great.
TIMOTHY: Okay! It’s, uh….
TIMOTHY: Only three dollars?!
 

He double checks the price tag, looking to see if there’s any misplaced stickers.

TIMOTHY: I heard that this place keeps stuff at a discount to help out newbies and people within Laurie’s network, but…
TIMOTHY: Fabric isn’t cheap! How are they even staying in business?
POLKA DOT: Guess there’s people who give a shit even outside of the club.
TIMOTHY: I guess so!
POLKA DOT: You’re gonna need some pants to go with it, right?
TIMOTHY: Yeah!
 

Your dog friend’s tail is wagging as the pair of you make your way over to get some pants, and this time, he’s the first one to find some dress pants.

TIMOTHY: Look! These gray ones would stand out against my fur!
POLKA DOT: Perfect.
TIMOTHY: Now we have to find something for you!
TIMOTHY: What are you looking for?
POLKA DOT: Hm…some kind of long dress, I think.
POLKA DOT: Something comfy. Good for vibing or sleeping.
TIMOTHY: Dresses are over there!
 

You realize as the two of you look through stuff together that you’re having…a genuinely great time. You just met Tim, but he’s genuinely pleasant to hang out with, his positive attitude when excited almost infectious. 

You both manage to find the dress at the same time, pulling it out and holding it up. It’s purple, just like your ribbon, and long enough to reach your ankles. You try it on over your clothes and sure enough, it fits wonderfully. You feel…cute? Huh. Kind of nice.

It’s four dollars, and you are definitely getting it.

POLKA DOT: You wanted something kinda imposing and fancy, right?
POLKA DOT: For both work and parties?
TIMOTHY: Y-yeah…
POLKA DOT: Suit time.
TIMOTHY: Oh, god..
 

Even though he’s nervous at the prospect, the fact that his tail’s wagging gives away his excitement as well.

Once you get to the formalwear section, he clams up, simply shaking his head at most of the stuff you offer. 

Finally, you pull out a red and white striped suit, and his eyes light right up again.

TIMOTHY: I’m…going to go try it on!
 

You follow him to the changing rooms and sure enough, it fits like a glove. He looks sharp, and even with the twenty five dollar price tag, he’s willing to pay- he says that’s a hell of a deal, anyway.

POLKA DOT: Okay, last stop for you…sleepwear.
 

Tim makes sure to check that Devo’s gone before heading into the aisle with you, and almost immediately goes for the silk section.

TIMOTHY: I love this material…feel!
 

You follow suit, surprised at how nice the texture is. 

POLKA DOT: You should totally get some.
POLKA DOT: Look, red!
 

He gleefully adds his findings to the pile, and turns to face you.

TIMOTHY: Okay, your turn again!
POLKA DOT: Huh?
TIMOTHY: You said you wanted a hot outfit!
TIMOTHY: The risque section might have something for your party!
POLKA DOT: R-right…
TIMOTHY: Cmon, be strong! You can do this!
 

He practically has to drag you over, just like you did for him with the suits, and before you know it, you’re looking at a rack of fancy, sexy outfits…some have loose threads here and there, but they all look to be in good condition otherwise.

TIMOTHY: Okay, I don’t know what you’re looking for exactly, but you can ask me for an opinion on anything. No judgment.
POLKA DOT: Alrighty then…
 

You start sifting through, your face heating up at the thought of wearing any of it. Though…

Two things stand out to you.

A lacy piece of underwear labeled a “femme jockstrap” that could probably fit your tail, and a top/skirt combo with straps of sleek fabric banding across the chest and stomach- leaving plenty of skin exposed. The skirt also seemed…very short.

You remember the feelings you got over poking at your tail, and just about die thinking about the fact that it’d be exposed.

POLKA DOT: Uh…okay, so…
POLKA DOT: I found these, and I like them, but I’m worried whether it’d be weird to have my tail out.
TIMOTHY: …your tail’s already out.
POLKA DOT: What?
 

You turn to look, and sure enough, you’ve somehow missed the fact that your skirt rides up over your tail, not long enough to hang over it.

TIMOTHY: You didn’t feel a draft?
POLKA DOT: No!
POLKA DOT: So my ass has just been out this whole time?!
TIMOTHY: I thought it was intentional!
TIMOTHY: No one’s going to mind!
POLKA DOT: Oh, god…
TIMOTHY: Willow would probably like it! It’s fine!
 

Your face is practically covered in blush at this point, and Timothy hesitates for a moment before trying to mimic one of Vine’s pats.

TIMOTHY: Seriously, no one’s going to judge you.
TIMOTHY: And…I think it’d be cool to accentuate it!
TIMOTHY: Work with what you’ve got!
POLKA DOT: I GUESS.
 

You check the prices, and somehow you’ve only managed to accrue 26 dollars worth of stuff. Vine did say she’d cover any extra, so…success. 

All of a sudden, you hear a slightly familiar voice from the next aisle over- still in the risque section.

DEVO: I just don't know...I want to get over it and just go already, but I need something to wear that's better than...what I've usually got on.
ROULETTE: I am sure anything you wear will look nice. I doubt you would stand out.
ROULETTE: In a negative way, I mean.
DEVO: I guess...
DEVO: I feel like I will, though.
DEVO: It's just, been a bit...
 

Tim immediately shrinks behind the rack, scared shitless at the prospect of Devo literally around the corner.

TIMOTHY: Oh god, he's right there.
TIMOTHY: What do w- I do?
TIMOTHY: Now's a good chance, but he's busy, and I just-
TIMOTHY: Should I go ask- fuck, I don't know-