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"Promises, promises." Jack grins, a little bit cheeky as he takes the bra and slips it on. It does very little to preserve modesty, framing and displaying instead. His nipples are clearly visible through the flimsy fabric. He studies Poison's face for a moment, biting his lip.

It looks really amazing, and Poison tries not to just get aroused right there in the dressing room. His face does warm, though. "Looks really good on you," he mumbles, fingers lightly brushing Jack's hips. He wants to put his mouth on Jack's nipple through the fabric, but he probably shouldn't do that unless they're going to buy it.

His hips tilt forward at Poison's light touch. He smiles a little broader.

"I don't think good girls wear bras like this, baby."

"I mean, I don't think good girls wear most of the bras you just tried on," he insists. "Maybe one of the lacy ones." He narrows his eyes in speculation, then grins and kisses Jack's shoulder.

He curls his arms lightly around Poison's shoulders, pressing in close against him for a moment.

"Just think about what I'd look like bent over in this," he says. "What do the panties that go with this one look like?"

"I really should not think about that if I wanna walk out of here," he laughs, blushing. He finds the panties in question: they are just as gauzy, just as lacy.

"Well, those aren't going to leave much to the imagination, are they?" Says Jack, smirking a little. "Total pity I can't try them on too."

Poison shakes his head. "Not even a little," he breathes. "Well, I mean. If you like them we can get them, and then I guess you could borrow a changing room again and put on whichever ones you want, and. We can keep shopping." And he'll know that Jack is wearing something they bought here.

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"Sounds good to me," says Jack, grinning. He leans in, tits brushing against Poison's chest as he takes a kiss and then turns away to unhook the bra. "How many pairs of panties do you think I need to get?"

Poison feels heat sink through him when Jack kisses him, brushing against him like that. "Oh, uhm, I dunno. Just depends on what you want? Hell if you don't want them when your body goes back to what it used to be, I could probably wear them."

"These three bras," says Jack, gathering them up. "And...all of those?" He gestures to an array of panties.

Poison bites his lip, then he nods, grinning. "Absolutely," he says. "I uhm. If you want I could go... pay for these, aaaand have someone bring them back to you? And you could get changed."

And he wouldn't see, and whatever Jack puts on would be a surprise for later.

"Perfect."

Jack waits patiently until a girl knocks lightly on the door of the changing room and hands him a bag of merchandise, tags already removed. Jack picks through it and selects matching bra and panties, slipping into them before he gets dressed again. He heads out of the changing room, straight to Poison, smiling.

"What's next?"

"Well, if you want we can go find you clothes that will fit better, if you wanna try looking femme we can do that too," he offers, trying not to think about the fact that Jack has cute panties and a bra on under those clothes.

"Yeah, okay," says Jack, deciding that he might as well be zen about it and roll with it. "Let's find something I look super cute in."

"I mean, I don't want you to be uncomfortable," he says, growing serious again. This is a huge deal, even if Jack seems to be taking it really well. Suddenly having a different body has to be jarring.

"Look, this is easier if I pretend it's just a normal day," he says, flashing a smile and threading his fingers with Poison's. "So stop fussing, okay?"

"But it's not," he says very gently. He squeezes Jack's hand. "And you are important to me so I'm always gonna fuss even if I act like I'm not fussing."

Because on a normal day, Jack doesn't have tits and a cunt and he's casually masculine. Not that he can't still be casually masculine with a different body, but that's kind of the point Poison is trying to get at.

"It's weird," says Jack, squeezing Poison's hand. "Like. I'm totally myself I'm here but...it's kind of like playing dress up?" He shrugs. "I'm okay with how it makes me feel as long as I know I'll get my dick back eventually."

"I'm sure it'll come back soon." He squeezes Jack's hand again and leans to kiss his cheek. "And then you can assert your manliness all over me," he teases, because he knows that it's not quite like that for Jack.

"C'mon, let's find you some stuff that'll kill me to look at you in," he teases. "And things you feel comfortable wearing."

"Sounds good to me, baby," says Jack, smiling. "I trust you to make me look amazing. And my shirts and sweaters will probably still be fine. It's just the jeans that I need."

"Oh man," he whines a little. "Your ass in jeans." Jack's ass looks great in his regular jeans, but Poison is totally gonna talk him into at least one pair of skinny jeans while he's a girl.

He pulls Jack into a store he knows he shops at anyway, and just heads for the women's section instead of the direction Jack would normally veer in.

Jack can't help a flicker of amusement when he sees how enthusiastic Poison is. He stands, picking through a rail, picking up a red dress and holding it against himself.

"What do you think? It's a bit longer than something you'd wear."
He smirks.

"I--- yeah but. It'd look good on you. And you'd match my hair," he quips, trying to play it off. Trying to act like he wouldn't love to see Jack wearing it. He realizes they're going to have to figure out what size Jack is.

"Definitely would," says Jack, picking up a pair of leather look leggings. "Think my ass would look good in these?"

He's teasing a bit. And he knows it.