[She explores the stores, asking Lydia's advice because Peter's sense of style was mostly culled from second-hand stores, and girl clothes are entirely out of his realm of knowledge anyway. She avoids anything too overly sexy or lacey, but isn't entirely against cute things. Seriously, if he's going to be stuck as a girl, like, breasts and everything, it couldn't hurt to flaunt a little, right?]
He was staring. Roman, I mean. This morning.
[Peter doesn't even know where to start. This whole being a girl just makes this whole thing so much more of a head fuck. And somehow looking at racks of shirts seems maybe not the worst place to talk about Roman, even if she's still not one-hundred-percent she actually wants to.]
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[She explores the stores, asking Lydia's advice because Peter's sense of style was mostly culled from second-hand stores, and girl clothes are entirely out of his realm of knowledge anyway. She avoids anything too overly sexy or lacey, but isn't entirely against cute things. Seriously, if he's going to be stuck as a girl, like, breasts and everything, it couldn't hurt to flaunt a little, right?]
He was staring. Roman, I mean. This morning.
[Peter doesn't even know where to start. This whole being a girl just makes this whole thing so much more of a head fuck. And somehow looking at racks of shirts seems maybe not the worst place to talk about Roman, even if she's still not one-hundred-percent she actually wants to.]