Ianto Jones

Ianto stood outside the area that Vanessa told him that he should meet her at, trying to look nonchalant and not like he was a man in a woman's body. He was unsure of how the day was going to go, and what she had planned for them to do, but he was sure of one thing: he needed to get clothes that fit. He hated not being able to wear his finely tailored suits and ties, instead being forced into things that didn't fit. Worse of all, they were Lisa's clothes, and something about wearing his dead ex-girlfriend's clothes made him feel down if he so much as even thought about it.

He shifted awkwardly, smoothing down invisible wrinkles in the outfit he had on. He'd managed to unearth some outfits from the archives that fit him well enough and weren't too outdated, so that he wouldn't have to wear Lisa's things. Still, there was something to be said about wearing nice, well-fitting clothes. Especially lingerie. He had no idea about anything to do with lingerie, but he needed to be more comfortable than he was at the moment, and if that meant going shopping for a bra, then so be it.