You stand there for about a minute kind of stunned at what's going on. You're also hoping that if you wait for a bit another customer will come in and the clerk will get busy and you can leave. However, your hopes are shaken by a knock on the door. "Hurry up in there," says the clerk, "I have some more things I want you to see." When you don't move, she opens the door and comes in to the changing room. "You haven't even started yet. Here, I'll help you." With that, she starts undressing you. You don't put up much resistance and soon you are standing there in only your underwear. "Do you want to remove those, or should I?" she asks as she points at your boxers.
You drop your head and reach down to lower your underwear. You are embarrassed because you have a hard-on. You are even more embarrassed when she grabs it with two fingers and examines it, turning its 3 1/2 inches left and right. Snickering, she says, "Oh I can see why you want to dress up like a girl. It's not as if you are much of a man." She hands you the pink cotton panties and you put them on. She hands you the short denim skirt and you put it on. She hands you the tee shirt and you put it on. You turn to look at the mirror and once again you see Kristi.
The clerk leaves the changing room saying, "get those sandals on and come on out, we need to get some make-up on you." You spend a few seconds marveling at how quick the transformation can be and then put the sandals on. You are worried about the heel, but since it is a wedge you end up having little problem walking. You exit the room and are shocked to see another customer in the store. Worse yet, it is a girl from your school, one you have a couple classes with. You are about to turn around and go back in to the room when the clerk walks up and grabs your arm. "Oh don't you look adorable," she says as she drags you over to the make-up counter. The girl from your school looks over at you and stares at you for a few seconds. She shakes her head and then goes back to looking at the clothes. You are hoping that the shake of her head meant that she didn't quite recognize you.
The clerk sits you down, "Now, before we get started, I feel like we should introduce ourselves, I'm Debbie, and you are?"
"Kr .. Kristi," you manage to mutter.
"Well Kristi, you just leave this to me and soon you'll be all fixed up." With that she goes to work. You sit there being poked and prodded and painted up, and then after 10 minutes she hands you a mirror. You look and are in awe. There is nothing boyish about your face. Your lips are red, your lashes are long and thick, your cheeks are perfectly blushed. It is amazing. Part of you is mad at how easy the change was, but part of you wants to hug Debbie for what she has done.
Just then the girl from your school comes over, "Excuse me," she says, "I was wondering if you could check to see if you have these in a size 6 in the back?" She holds up a pair of shoes.
"Hmm, I think I might," says Debbie, "wait here."
Debbie disappears into the back and you stuck there with her waiting. "You look familiar," says the girl, you think her name is Gwen. "Do I know you?"
"Umm, I don't think so," you reply. "I go to Westfield, is that where you go?" You give the name of a school across town.
"No," Gwen replies. "I don't know you from school." She pauses for a moment, "wait, I know. You were at that party a couple weeks ago. Trashed and making out with that guy on the couch. Flashing yourself to everyone if I recall. My boyfriend couldn't take his eyes off of you."
She's starting to get pissed now, but just then Debbie comes back with the shoes. "Here you go," she says handing the shoes to the girl. The tension is pretty thick and Debbie picks up on it right away. "Well Kristi, why don't we just ring you up for all of your things," she says as she pulls you toward the cash register. You are still freaking out about the girl recognizing Kristi from the party so you move with her. Debbie quickly rings everything up and says, "That'll be $124.78."
You look up at her. "$124.78!? I don't have that much money."
"Well" says Debbie, "you could always leave the merchandise here and go on your way dressed as you came in." Her voice had a bit of an edge and she glanced over at the girl trying on the shoes. You can't change back and let her see you. You gotta think of a way out of this.
"She could always go earn some money like the whore she is," muttered Gwen.
Debbie got a wicked look on her face and started nodding. "That's a possibility too now isn't it Kristi?"
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