Post by Applejack Smith on Sept 26, 2013 3:48:44 GMT
It was during her lunch break from work at the grocery store, but she was not at the mall to eat. No, she was there for an entirely different, more personal, and extremely embarrassing reason. It had happened a few hours ago, but her cheeks were still bright red with shame. It had started out as an ordinary day. She’d gotten up, made some apple cinnamon waffles, packed a lettuce and egg sandwich for her lunch, and had left the house in her uniform of plain black slacks and green t-shirt. The problem had started after she’d gotten to work. She’d only been there an hour when a blushing box boy had approached her. He’d stuttered, mumbled, and tripped over his words, but the jist of it was that he thought should go buy some chest padding. Naturally, AJ had no idea what he was talking about. She’d been a pony for crying out loud. This whole clothes thing was still new to her. However, the box boy seemed unable to explain himself further, so she’d asked a female co-worker for her advice. The mortification was so great that AJ had begged the woman for her help, and she had. First, she’d let Applejack borrow her jacket. Then, she’d told her where she could buy what she needed.
So that was where Applejack was now. Instead of enjoying her lettuce and egg sandwich, she was standing in a department store, looking at frilly undergarments.
The young blonde woman stood before a literal wall of frills and lace, cups and straps. Some were white, some were black, and some were flesh-colored. Some had lace and others didn’t. Some had words on the tag like push up or wire free. The most confusing thing was the combination of numbers and letters. The numbers started at 28 and went up to 40; the letters started at A and went to DD. “Well, how am I supposed to know which one to get?” She asked herself, frowning deeply. They had dresses in Ponyville, boots, hats, and shirts too, but she certainly had never seen one of these things there. She scratched at the side of her head, feeling more confused than she ever had in her entire life. Finally, she just reached out a hand and grabbed one. It was plain white, and the tag said it was 36C as well as being good for moving about in. “Maybe this one?” She asked herself, staring at it intently with her bright green eyes.
So that was where Applejack was now. Instead of enjoying her lettuce and egg sandwich, she was standing in a department store, looking at frilly undergarments.
The young blonde woman stood before a literal wall of frills and lace, cups and straps. Some were white, some were black, and some were flesh-colored. Some had lace and others didn’t. Some had words on the tag like push up or wire free. The most confusing thing was the combination of numbers and letters. The numbers started at 28 and went up to 40; the letters started at A and went to DD. “Well, how am I supposed to know which one to get?” She asked herself, frowning deeply. They had dresses in Ponyville, boots, hats, and shirts too, but she certainly had never seen one of these things there. She scratched at the side of her head, feeling more confused than she ever had in her entire life. Finally, she just reached out a hand and grabbed one. It was plain white, and the tag said it was 36C as well as being good for moving about in. “Maybe this one?” She asked herself, staring at it intently with her bright green eyes.
