"Well God, you look so young!"

Tegwen didn't reply, realizing that she technically would have been out of high school for less than half a year, if things hadn't gone awry. She frowned. What the hell went awry? She wondered. Why didn't I finish high school? That was one of those memories, the ones she knew she should have had but couldn't recall.

Miriam took Tegwen's measurements in her silence, jotting some numbers down in her notebook and beckoning for her customer to sit on the dressing room bench in her panties. "What colors are you thinking bout?"

Tegwen shrugged. "Um. . . Red and yellow, maybe?"

"Oh, dear, no!" The beagle wrinkled her nose. "I don't think red is your color and yellow, on feathers like yours?" She shook her head. "Do you want something. . . feminine? Flirty? Sexy?"

"Yes!"

Miriam laughed. "Really trying to get someone's attention, huh? I don't think you need to try nearly as hard as you think you do."

"Thanks," Tegwen said quietly.

"I'm thinking for you, powder blue bra and panties, and maybe something black and. . . either pink, or lavender. How's that sound to you?"

"Good."

"Do we have a price range today? Or may I go hog-wild?"

Tegwen nodded. "Three hundred."

"Flexible?"

"No. Not unless you can give me some freebies. Three hundred's all I've got."

Miriam smiled, nodding. "Gotcha. Already spent all your Christmas money. No problem. Hang out here for a little bit and I'll go find you some goodies to try on, okay?" She waved before letting herself out of Tegwen's dressing room.

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