Page 48 of Hooves & HeartStrings

I instantly regret this decision as I get to the end of the men's pants section because something I didn’t remember until now is that I have my pants custom-made because of my legs, but mostly because of my tail.

Swallowing hard, I pray that whatever I pick I can make work.

“Ready?” Marly asks, giving me a beaming smile.

“Yup,” I tell her, hoping the shaking in my voice doesn’t show.

“Go!” Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and start to walk forward. With each passing second, my heart pounds in my chest. “Stop!”

I stop, hands grasping two different things. “Left or right?”

“Right.”

Opening my eyes, I look at the item in my hand and blink. “What the hell is this?” I ask her, holding it up.

She walks toward me and gets a closer look before her eyes widen and she starts laughing.

“Oh my god. It’s assless chaps.”

“What are those?”

“Well, pretty much leather pants with no ass.” She giggles. “Oh my god, this is amazing.”

“I am not going to be walking around with my ass hanging out,” I growl.

She puts her hands to her mouth and shakes her head, amusement dancing in her pretty blue eyes. “Of course not, I’d kick anyone's ass who sees it. That's my ass only.” She grins. “You can keep your shorts on.”

Looking down at the chaps, I realize that I don’t have to worry about my tail and the pants seem long and wide enough to fit my legs. Did she know about these when she told me to stop, or was it a very good coincidence?

“Okay, shirt next.”

By the time I’m done, I have the chaps, a shirt with a photo of an alien trying to rip out of my chest, a plaid jacket, and a propeller hat. We skipped the shoes because I don’t wear them anymore.

“I don’t want to come out,” I grumble as I look at myself in the mirror.

“Oh, come on. I wanna see,” she begs. “Please. I’m dressed.”

“Fine.” I throw the door open and Marley takes one look at me before she’s pretty much on the ground dying of laughter.

“Haha.” I mock what she said before. “Like you look any better.”

She stands up and wipes her eyes. “It really is so bad.”

“You're one to talk.” I move to stand next to her. We both stare at our reflection for a moment before we both start laughing.

“Now that we’re all dressed and ready to go, wanna shop?” she asks me.

“Yeah.” I grin down at her. Even though she looks ridiculous, I still think she looks like the most beautiful woman alive.

An hour later, Marley leaves with a bag of random things. I think they’re a waste of money but she loves everything she got. If she’s happy that's all that matters.

“So, what do you want to do now?” she asks me as we walk down the street. The sun is setting and the streets are a little more packed than before.

“Are you hungry?”

“Not really. But I could go for an ice cream.”

“Then to the pier, we go,” I tell her.

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