I get showered, taking my time under the wonderfully warm stream of water.
The unscented bathroom products seemed weird at first, but I guess that’s because they were made for Omegas. An Omega’s natural perfume is a lot richer than the scent of any product. It’s not something they try to cover up, unless they’re trying to live like a Beta, I guess.
Since I’m a Beta, I decide one of the first things I’m buying when I get my first paycheck, other than a huge bouquet of flowers for Lana, is some scented shampoo.
Something floral, for sure.
I’m already thinking about going for a walk through the gardens as I turn the water off.
Wrapping a towel around my body, I use a smaller one to squeeze some of the excess water out of my hair before I step out of the shower.
The sewing tutor took my measurements on Monday afternoon, and last night after dinner I was brought a whole new wardrobe’s worth of clothing. It was so much more than the simple work outfits I expected to receive, and opening the closet to see it all makes me tear up.
I have everything I could possibly need.
Including new sneakers, shoes and boots.
It’s way too much, especially on top of everything else they’ve done for me.
I wanted to go see Lana last night to thank her, but even if I could get rid of the lump in my throat, I knew she wouldn’t still be in her office. There’s no way those mates of hers would beokay with her working all hours, especially considering one is a doctor and the other runs her security team.
I’ll get dressed and go say thank you now.
Once I can decide what to wear!
Chapter Twenty-One
Robin
Every item of clothing in my new closet looks and feels so new and perfect that I can’t believe any of it belongs to me. It’s almost too nice to wear, but I know my old clothes will be uncomfortably tight, so I pick out a sweater and a pair of pants and I set them down on the bed while I look over the underwear options I have.
Two drawers full of bras and panties of various styles have me intrigued.
I sift through the items before I settle on the most basic looking set.
White cotton feels more like me than the sexier items.
I guess I’ll try those out at some point, but for now I’ll stick to what I know.
Well, sort of. The plain panties are what I’m used to for sure.
Bras are new to me, but I definitely feel like I need one.
It takes a bit of messing around to realize it’s going to be a little harder than I expected to put on.
The clasp being at the back seems kind of dumb. It’s annoyingly awkward, and I lose patience with it quickly, deciding to try one of the others to see if there’s a different type.
It only takes a second to find a black one with a front clasp.
The silky fabric feels nice and it’s a lot easier to slip on.
Once I’ve dressed and dried my hair, I try on one of the new pairs of sneakers.
The difference between my worn-out old pair and these is crazy.
It’s like walking on a cloud.
I clear my throat when I feel that lump rising again.
