The store was meant to cover all of your needs, to give you exactly what you wanted. I never imagined what I wanted would be this.
When I gave the stylist full control over my outfit I figured that she’d pick something I was familiar with. I never imagined that she would see something in me that I didn’t even see in myself.
I can’t believe I went along with it, letting her make me up and slip me into this dress. But now that it’s on me I can’t deny that I look good, and neither can he.
The other salesman, alone in this changeroom with me. He’s giving me nothing but compliments, calling me beautiful, and I feel so drawn to his strong and reassuring bulk.
He knows the body I have underneath this light and airy dress. He knows that I’m hiding my secret and he doesn’t care, he wants me anyways.
And I want him.
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I took my seat on the couch and she disappeared off into the darkness. I sat on the couch crossing my ankles with my hands in my lap avoiding looking into any of the mirrors on the wall and avoiding confronting the new and alluring vision of myself.
I heard the footsteps before I saw the person, and from the heavy sound of the footfalls, I knew who I would be expecting.
But that didn’t make it any easier to keep quiet as he walked into the space. To keep my eyes from going wide as I saw the handsome employee walking into my dressing room and look at me, sitting on the couch demure and delicate in my dress.
He took me in for a long while, his eyes drifting up and down me as I sat there paralyzed. The visions came back to me again, the fantasies of him and Lizzie together only this time it wasn’t Lizzie with him.
This time it was my blonde hair and not her dark curls. This time it was my pale skin, my pink and pouty lips. This time it was me that was in his arms.
When he reached a hand out to help me to my feet I took it and blushed, feeling the strength in his hands as he lifted me with ease and brought me closer to him.
“She said you needed a second opinion,” he said, “But I don’t see why. You’re absolutely gorgeous.”
I blushed and I blushed hard, then squealed a bit as he lifted my arm above my head and twirled me, getting a view of me from all angles and making my light and summery dress billow wide around me.
I lost my balance, falling into his chest and pressing my hand against him. For the first time, I felt his body for real, and it was just as hard and firm and strong as I could have imagined.
Sexuality had never really been something that I had considered in any serious detail. I’d always just sort of taken it for granted that my appetites were my appetites because that is what they had always been.
I had always been straight and I had always been interested exclusively in women. It wasn’t something that required much effort or concern for me.
But there was something undeniable about the allure I felt for him. Something that drew me into him just as much as it confused me, that made me want him as much as he obviously wanted me.
Neither of us was confused, both of us knew exactly what this was. Both of us knew that beneath this makeup and these layers of clothes lay the body of a man, but neither of us cared.