Chapter 84 The Heebie-Jeebies (1/2)

”Yes, can I help you?” one sales lady, with the name tag 'Wren' came over to them.

Wren had noticed the rather playful kids entering the store earlier and she was a bit surprised. What were they doing here? Normally, these stores would be the place the older and more matured clientele. Partly due to the price, partly due to the fashion style. It was more of the risque nature.

She couldn't believe that such young kids would need these type of undergarments, let alone afford them.

”Kyle,” hissed Kay, ”I don't need these sort of things!”

Wren agreed internally. However, the young man just shook his head as he picked up a pair of very sexy black-lace bra and panties while wriggling his eyebrows at the girl. The other girl's face became beet red at that while Wren felt that boys nowadays were bolder than before.

Kay whacked Kyle on the shoulder when she saw what he held up.

Kyle laughed and put it down, ignoring the stares the customers and the weird look that Wren was giving him. ”You will need some strapless bra for possible gowns when we have to attend formal functions. You know it'll be the thing to do after the term ends.”

Kay grimaced. Yuck. Boring functions, but Kyle was right.

Kyle gave Wren his Colgate smile and gently pushed Kay forward, saying, ”Could you please measure this lovely woman?”

Wren's eyebrow raised at that. Measure? Since when did boys have such an understanding about the female body? Outwardly though, she returned the smile and gestured for Kay to enter a private area to measure her bust to ensure a proper bra fit later. Kay followed, then turned around and stuck out her tongue at Kyle. He just grinned and walked about to look at the other things there.

Sarah and Beatrice just stood there as they watched the twins separate and Kyle rummaging through the very intimate apparel. They looked at each other and the unspoken question went through their minds and 'transmitted' through their eyes.

What should they do? Stay or wait outside?

As they were wondering, they saw Kyle picking up a strapless bra, look at it intently and then began running his fingers through the material.

They ran out.

Kyle was well aware that both Beatrice and Sarah had run out of the shop like bats out of Hell. He felt it was probably for the best since he doubted any girl could handle seeing a boy handle intimate apparel like this. They could always keep each other company while he and Kay finished up here.

Kyle held up the strapless bra and continued feeling the texture inside the cup, and at the top of the cup. He avoided all the styles that had laces for he knew that Kay didn't like it. It was too itchy. Though if it was a high quality one, the lace would be soft and would not have that irritating feel about it.

Still, that was not what Kay needed. Kyle heard some steps approaching but ignored it, as he knew it wasn't Kay. It was another salesperson and from the looks of it, she appeared to be late twenties or early thirties. She was most likely one of the more senior people who worked here.

”Can I help you?” she asked him as she stood there, watching him picking out some bras and matching underwear.

”Nope, it's fine. Thank you, Ms. Sandra” Kyle responded politely after taking note of her nametag. Even though he hated having salespeople come up to help, he wasn't going to be rude. He found them more of a nuisance rather than help, but he knew that they're just doing their job. It was worse when they just followed you about as if you're a criminal about to steal something.

Kyle prefered to shop in private and that the salespeople should not bother them. At the most, stay at a respectful distance but nearby so that they could be called if one needed help.To have them within your private space and simply standing there was pretty unnerving. Of course, Kyle's hatred for such behaviour really stemmed from his past life and was made worse in this.

He already had an aversion to such 'helpful' people and in this life, he found that they had just gotten more annoying. He put it down to his prejudice against them as he couldn't help but feel more irritated at them all. He found that no matter what he said, they seemed to pop up everywhere and all the time. Was he really that untrustworthy that they needed to make sure he didn't steal anything? Or did he look so helpless that they had to help him?