"I mean, it's considered mature to go to ritzy parties for rich nobles or investors and be all dressed up? To be clear, you don't have to be rich to have slumber parties these days, they just still sort of have that sheen."

She just blinks for a long moment.

"The underlying logic, the foundational beliefs in this world are more different than I'd thought."

"I mean, it's weird that the things rich people did decades or centuries ago are meant to be proper behavior for everyone today? But culture is weird like that."

"It's... the basic things that society prioritizes across all levels. In my old world, the high status things were demonstrations of capability, of unflappability, of ability to set aside 'childish comforts'. But here, one of those 'childish comforts' is a high-status thing that rich people do. And the phone store was structured sensibly, and there were so many different case materials for different tastes, and someone gave me advice to get a phone first before clothes so I'd know what size pockets to get, which implies that there's flexibility in pocket sizes. Everything is connected to these different foundations."

She has a bit of a faraway look on her face now, as she starts connecting all those points. 

Sylvania just looks at Sable. "I'm happy that you're happy, there will probably be lots of pleasant surprises going forwards! But, I have other patients to see, and I think you know just about enough to start getting going. So... was preparing that initial hormone regimen and my tips for things that'd make you feel better everything you needed me for?"

She blushes a bit and grins sheepishly, nodding. "Whoops, got rambling a bit there. Yes, that's everything. I'll leave you to it. It's been lovely talking with you today."

"Lovely seeing you as well, miss! I'm sure you'll do just fine here."

"Thank you! Bye for now!"

And off she goes. Next stop, the recommended tailor. She pulls up a route and hops into the subway.

And just like that, she's outside a store with a bunch of mannequins out front, wearing increasingly fewer pieces of women's clothing as one heads from left to right.

In she goes, a shy smile on her face. "Hi?"

Walking in reveals what looks more like a showfloor than a real store, with mannequins wearing all sorts of dresses, skirts and lingerie, together with photos of models dressed similarly, spread out all over the shop floor. A woman, wearing a very short skirt and a black sports bra under a sheer top that reaches a few inches over her skirt, walks over to Sable. "Hi, who do you dream of looking like?" She gives her a wry grin.

"Best question." She pulls out her phone, loaded with several images, and grins a bit in return. "Demented fusion between magical girl, princess, pirate queen, and manic pixie dream girl. So some middle ground between these things, but with the theme color being a dark orchid violet. Also, I'm told you sell lingerie that helps with tucking, and other such things."

"Those are some stupidly cool-looking ladies, aren't they? You'll be looking very, very unique indeed... I think this will be an unusually long tailoring session. And one I'll really, really enjoy." She takes Sable towards several adjacent changing rooms placed next to a shelf filled with lingerie designs of all different designs and all different colors, including some with a lace-over-nude color scheme. Inside the changing room is quite spacious, with a wall-sized mirror and a wide bench with lots of space to sit down and place any clothes.

"I'll send any clothes you're wanting to try through the hatch. But before anything else, I'll want to take your measures. All your measures. You're free to take them yourself, if it'd be uncomfortable to have me doing them."

"They really are absurdly cool." She blushes at mention of measurements, though. "I don't mind you taking them."

"A lot of people feel better having their measures taken when inside the changing rooms; do you want me to do that for you too?" She makes what looks like a pen appear from a pocket in her skirt, before looking at Sable. "This tool means I don't have to touch anyone, I can just scan them, so that avoids any awkward touches."

She nods with a shy smile. "Thank you. Also, my measurements are likely to change over the next several months. Just started hormone therapy."

They walk into the changing room. "Now, you know, I can't get accurate measurements with that skirt in the way. It'll just take a few seconds, and I promise I won't make it awkward, OK? I can leave this here if you're wanting to measure yourself; it has the name of the body part that you'll measured, and you can ask for instructions while I wait outside, if that's more comfortable on your end."

She takes a deep breath and drops her skirt.

The tailor quietly and rhythmically moves the pencil across Sable's body, taking only a minute or two, before rapidly flicking it over her crotch and nodding very distinctly 2 times. "That was all your measurements taken, just like that! Now, ahh, I'll come back with some more flattering underwear for you to have on. Something really feminine, you know? In a cut that really flatters you?" She awkwardly makes her way out of the room.

She blushes a bit more. "Thank you." And she pulls her skirt back up. 

Very soon after, underwear in all sorts of different cuts are thrown through the hatch: some in all black, some in a combination of black and white, some with lace, and some in a very strange color combination: a nude color that matches Sable's skin uncannily, with a very sheer and thin, flowery lace, on the front of it. All of them let Sable tuck herself almost totally flat with an unexpected degree of comfort, although some of the ones with less material in front squeeze her more than the others.

"These are amazing." She tends not to keep the very skimpiest cuts, preferring at least a little more coverage than that, but seems to love everything that's been suggested so far.

"Amazing, you say? That's great to hear! Now, you'll be wearing more than that, of course. Are you in the mood for any dresses? Or do you just want the piratey jacket and magical-girl-esque skirt, at least for now? And do you have any thoughts on athletic clothing, for working out or other activities?"

"Yes to all of it. And athletic clothing js a good idea. I want to get in better shape. I used to be a long distance runner, but my knees are a bit wrecked, so probably yoga or martial arts or both, instead. Maybe a swim suit too, since these panties work so well?"

"You'll be walking off with a lot of clothes today, huh? I can happily get you some yoga pants and a swim suit; they can really feel so freeing and adventurous, you know? So, that's a pirate jacket, magical girl skirt, yoga pants and a swimsuit? And you'll want a bra, too; working out without one gets miserable quick. I'll try putting some of them together. The automated sowing and cutting machines work fast, but only so fast; you'll have to wait a bit for the pirate tops, I think."

After a minute, a skirt that reaches slightly above Sable's knees falls through the hatch. It's incredibly airy and breathable, and swishes a bit more than such a skirt would be expected to swish. A pair of grey yoga pants and a dark blue one-piece swimsuit, both of them well-designed to let Sable stay tucked comfortably, show up a while afterwards. Everything fits impressively well and stays in place once put on.