Shop Till You Drop 2
By Shawna Stimple

Pamela started her morning like any other. While she was counting her drawer, she heard the all too familiar clicks of heels on a tile floor. She glanced up to see a young blonde girl walking towards her. “Well hello there Jamie.” she said with a smile plastered on her face. She remembered all too fondly, the week before, when she had taken that little perv James, and gave him the makeover of a lifetime.

“I need a refund…or an exchange, or something. School starts Monday, and I definitely can’t go back with the clothes you sold me.” James said.

“I don’t see why not.” came Pamela’s reply. “You look gorgeous. All the girls will die with jealousy over you. Let me get a good look at you.”

James was wearing a pink cap sleeved sheath, with large white polka dots. It had two large buttons on opposing sides of the waist, and beneath them a few pleats before the skirt flared out slightly, down to the knee. He stood atop a pair of pink sling back open toed wedges, with little white bows on the toe. His blonde hair was pulled up into a high curly ponytail, tied off with a pink ribbon, and his bangs fell softly on his forehead. He dug into his pink and white vertical striped handbag, and pulled out a receipt.

“I’ve got all the clothes in the car.” he said waving the slip of paper furiously in her face.

“I don’t see why’d you want to. You look great. Did you put that outfit together yourself?”

“I had to wear this. I told my mom what happened, and she’s refusing to pay for anymore clothes. She even threw out my old things, before I even got home. You can’t do this to me. If I have to wear these things to school, I’ll be a laughingstock.”

Pamela‘s wicked grin faded, as she placed her hand on her chin, and thought for a second. “I’m not normally supposed to do exchanges after two days, but I think we can work something out. I need some help around the store today. If you really dressed yourself, then I can use you. I need a sales associate on the floor.”

James stunned expression said it all. “You want me…to work here?”

“Of course. You very obviously have an eye for style. It’s simple work really. Show the customers around the department, and make suggestions for things that would go well with their purchases. If you can do that, then I think I can help you out.”

Throughout the day James found that he was an excellent sales person. Dealing with customers came naturally. Every patron he dealt with left with a smile on their face, and an arm full of shopping bags. He was thrilled to see the approving expression on Pamela’s face. It looked like he may have gotten himself out of this mess.

Around four, as the day was starting to wind down, Pamela found James at his counter. “I’m thrilled with your performance today. I must say you’ve exceeded all expectations. I wish I could keep you around forever.”

James found a smile, and said, “That’s okay. I think one day is enough. I’d like get my refund, so I can get on out of here.”

“About that…”

Suddenly a voice came from behind the two, “James? Is that you?”

“Oh my god!” came the femininely attired boy’s reply.

James turned to face his constant tormenter, Frank Bates. Frank had made it a point to make James’ life as miserable as possible, and it looked like this afternoon would be no different.

The bully smirked with vicious intent. “Well well well. What do we have here? Nice outfit. I love the little bows on your shoes. Will you be wearing this to school on Monday?”

“Frank, I can explain. Please. You can’t tell anyone about this.”

“I don’t see why not. Everyone’ll think this is a hoot.”

Pamela came over and interrupted the two. “Can I help you, sir?”

“Yes ma’am. I came in to get some clothes for my sister’s wedding rehearsal dinner tonight, and then I run into this guy. Did you know your new employee here is a tranny?”

Pamela eyes flared with a furious rage. “What my employees are or are not, is none of your concern Frank.”

“How did you know my…?”

“Frank Bates right. I’m going to your sisters rehearsal dinner tonight. I’ve seen you before. I’ve seen the video of what your sister caught you doing with her undergarments. I’ve heard you like my friends little sister Grace. I wonder what Grace would think if she saw that video. I don’t think she’d like it. What do you think Jamie?”

Jamie was grinning ear to ear. It may have been under unexpected circumstances, but he finally had the worst bully in school right where he wanted him. “No. I don’t think she’d like it at all. Didn’t you say you were getting an outfit for your sister’s rehearsal dinner. I think I can help you with that.”

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Two and a half hours later, James was waiting at the door, holding his purse, digging for his mom’s car keys. As he heard the heels clicking down the steps he glanced up to see Pamela coming down the stairs wearing a black and white strapless print cocktail dress, with her hair twisted in the back, and piled high on top of her head.

“You look great.” James said honestly.

“Thanks. As you know all too well, those girls in the salon can work miracle, can’t they Francine?”

James attention was brought to the top of the stairs, as he saw Frank trying desperately to make it to the bottom in his 4 inch heels. He was wearing a pearl pink cocktail dress, with a halter neck that had a ruffle standing high around his neck, a flat bow at the center of the waist, and a flared skirt. He looked adorable, despite the fact that he was stumbling around, in the pearl pink sling back platforms, with the little bows on the toes, that he commented he was so fond of. The salon had done wonders on his hair. They had styled it into a loose curly bun, low in the back, with a teased crown, and cheek length bangs parted on the side, falling slightly over his eye. With his perfect makeup, and his flower jeweled earrings, he looked every bit the picture of an elegant, feminine beauty.”

“Please don’t make me do this.” begged the pink clad boy.

“It’s too late now. I’ve already cleared the outfit with your sister. She said it was okay as long as you didn’t look better than her. If you’re a good girl tonight, then maybe the only people you’ll have to explain this to will be your parents. Any problem with that?”

“No.” he meekly answered.

“Good. You can ride with me. I’m sure someone will give you a ride home.” And with that, she pushed Frank out the door to wait on her, while she spoke with Jamie. “I don’t think he’ll be telling anyone at your school about this.” she said as she handed James a garbage bag.

“I don’t either. What’s this?”

“It’s Francine’s old clothes. I don’t think she’ll need them anymore tonight. You can wear them to school next week. You’ll have to wear the same thing everyday, but I guess you think that’s better than wearing a dress.”

James looked into the bag, nearly in tears. “I thought I’d get a refund if I worked for you today. I thought I’d be able to buy all new clothes.”

“I told you honey, I can’t give you a refund after this long. But don’t worry. With the commissions you get on your sales, you’ll have enough money to buy yourself a new wardrobe after a couple of months. Not to mention the employee discount. 25% off designer dresses. Who could beat that? Well I got to go. I’ll see you tomorrow sweetie. Have a great night.”

The End.