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Trapped in a Box
By Peg Thebois
Amy recognized this customer by the time he was halfway
through his story. As a face he was pretty forgettable,
short and slender, with a slightly scruffy head of light
brown hair. His face was completely free of stubble and his
fine eyebrows perched just above his glasses, they were
fine enough to have been an overzealous tweezing job but
were too uneven and disorderly, just one of those people
with fine eyebrows. He was wearing a button up black and
white track shirt tastelessly mated with a pair of navy
slacks that looked like they believed laundry was a
mythological place. He wore a brown leather jacket that was
a few years out of date. But it wasn't so much this
customer, who looked to be in his early twenties, that Amy
recognized it was the story he was telling.
The story revolved around a trip to a private retreat in
neighboring British Columbia with his girlfriend, and a
rather extravagant Christmas present. His bisexual
girlfriend had fantasized about "being with" a guy in a
dress, so he was here to get what he needed to fulfill that
fantasy. Amy was familiar with this story, her best friend
Gloria had just told it to her on her lunch break forty
minutes before. Gloria worked at another clothing store in
the other end of the mall, and Gloria finished work, just
half an hour before Amy started.
Amy smiled as she set about getting him on track, first
sizing him up; recalling Gloria complain that this guy,
this male, was the same size as she was, Amy recommended a
size 10. After the customer assured Amy there was no price
range, spouting a line about getting paid back a two year
debt from a friend, Amy started showing him around the
store, gathering items for him to try on. She selected a
few items of widely different styles, short and revealing,
long and revealing, demure, and glamorous. And then once
she had a handful of frilly, lacy garments she escorted the
customer to the dressing room and set him up inside. As she
walked away Amy finally allowed herself to smile the way
she wanted, for unbeknownst to the customer Amy knew the
ending to this story. The bank card with which he would try
to pay would be declined, presumably because this large
deposit took five banking days to verify.
Amy tried to appear calm as she moved quickly to the
counter and picked up the phone. When the person on the
other end picked up she said, "Hi Gloria, are you still in
the mall? You'll never guess who just walked in."
***
Sandy heard the door shut behind him and finally let the
half faked look of embarrassment slip from his face. He
eyed the first of many garments that the helpful sales girl
had helped him select, all very pretty but none
particularly that inspired that need to own it as he had
been struck with on more than one occasion. Fortunately
those items were few, far between, and usually affordable
as it was often the price that attracted him.
Sandy unbuttoned his shirt, and dropped it, admiring his
lean, smoothly shaven chest in the mirror. This was one of
his favorite ways to spend a day, going place to place,
trying on various outfits, the embarrassment of the social
stigma associated with what he was doing was part of the
thrill, but he would gladly do without it for the freedom
that women enjoyed. The freedom to go shopping for skirts
and dresses and not purchase anything without suspicion,
the right to be honest in what he wanted, and not have to
make up these outrageous scenarios. Ah well, society needed
somewhere to point their righteous finger, and with the
passing of homosexuality into mainstream that left fringe
elements, many of which were harmless but unusual.
Finally he took off his pants and picked up the first
dress, a red polyester sheath dress with a second layer of
black lace over it that would reach his mid thigh and a
neckline that would show cleavage if he had it.
***
Shirley Rogers hated her job. She had been working here
three months and in that time she hadn't had one serious
security issue to deal with. All the shoplifters here were
thin with the current trend, and most of the came up to her
shoulders or shorter. The cameras monitoring the change
rooms were almost infallible in catching them as well so
for the most part her job was pretty boring. Today was
different though; those same cameras replaced diligence on
the part of the security staff for the store would provide
her with a very entertaining sight.
At first she wasn't sure if what she saw was accurate, a
man was going into the change rooms and was taking with him
a stack of dresses. Shirley smiled when she saw this, it
would certainly be good for a chuckle. As the salesgirl
closed the door the man turned to the mirror and smiled
widely. As he stripped off his clothes his underwear came
to her view, they were obviously women's panties, bikini
style with a transparent mesh back.
Shirley laughed at this guy a little, however for an
unknown reason she didn't find it as funny as she thought
she would. She found herself watching with fascination as
the man grabbed the first dress off its hanger and slipped
it over his head. It clung to his body, highlighting just
how small he was, the skirt was short on him and the
sleeves made of pure lace were just so markedly feminine.
Everything combined to make the man look vulnerable
somehow. He just looked so weak and ready for someone to
take him and break him. Shirley realized that she was
getting turned on watching this man belittle himself with
these soft womanly things. She slumped forward in her
chair, dropping her hand between her legs to rub through
her pants teasing herself a little as she watched with rapt
fascination as the man turned himself and examined himself
in the mirror unaware of his audience, and just what he was
doing to her.
***
Amy quickly filled Gloria in on the situation and her plan;
she watched Gloria's face take on a malicious joy. This
male had wasted half an hour of her time and now she was
going to get hers.
***
Sandy was modeling the fourth dress that she had
recommended, having found all the others fitting well, as
he knew they would. This dress was pure black cotton with
see-through puffy sleeves and a frill around the hem, very
cute. While he examined himself in the dress he heard the
salesgirl returning to the back with another customer. He
paid them little mind as he continued his self-critique,
this dress was not as revealing as the other, and it was
cuter, but not as sexy, the combination of red with black
lace always did something to him.
Best of all there was still one more dress to try on; it
had spaghetti straps that crisscrossed in the low cut back,
and a cowl neck. That dress was red and just a little bit
of a black shimmer in the fabric. The skirt of the dress
was ankle length and A-line. He had a suspicion that it was
going to be his favorite.
Sandy just stood there a minute, mentally comparing the two
dresses, the sooner he put on that last dress the sooner
his fun at this store would end, and that was not something
Sandy was looking forward to. However as he stood,
examining the next dress Sandy caught a hint of movement
reflected in the mirror. He turned around just in time to
see his pants disappear under the divider separating his
change room from the neighboring one where the salesgirl
had placed the other girl.
Sandy bent down to try and grab the leg of his pants but
already they were gone and the girl was on her way out the
door of her change room. Reflexively Sandy moved as though
to chase her but then realized where he was and more
importantly how he was dressed.
"Hey!" He called out after the girl. "Those are my pants,
stop!"
He waited a moment, no response, not from the customer, not
from the employees of the store, nothing. He called again,
his heart racing now. What was he going to do, if he had
money he could buy a pair of pants, even if they were
girl's pants they had to be better than what he had on
right now. However he made a point to do these "shopping
trips" when he had no money so that he could be sure that
his bank card would not work, leaving him stuck buying
something he may not actually want. He was going to have to
reveal the whole game to the store and then who knows how
he would get back home with his dignity intact.
Finally the sales girl responded to his cries. "What's
wrong?" she asked through the door.
Sandy told her about the girl in the next stall reaching
under the divider and stealing his pants.
The girl gave a drawn out thoughtful hum as Sandy sweated
bullets inside the change room. Then the girl said the
words that Sandy was most hoping not to hear her say. "That
girl just left the store. I think I saw one of our store
security people chasing her though."
Sandy was starting to panic, what was he going to do? If
security didn't get his pants back he was dead.
"Why don't you pick out what you want to buy for your
weekend with your girlfriend, and we can wait in the
managers office to see what our security turns up."
From someone who didn't know the full situation it was a
reasonable suggestion, however Sandy knew better, he knew
that when he went to pay for whatever dress he wanted then
the jig would be up, and he had also dug himself into a
hole earlier by insisting on a dress, even if he could
afford a dress, getting it as well as a pair of pants would
be impossible.
Still, if security recovered his pants then all would be
good, he would be able to conclude this game as all the
others he had played in all the other stores he had been
to. It was a double or nothing bet, the longer he waited
for a way out of this situation the deeper in he would be.
Waiting seemed for now to be the best of his options
though, and although he would rather not go where anyone
could see him Sandy was getting uncomfortable standing in
the rather cramped little changing cubical.
If he was going to have to bargain his way out of this
situation the less he had to pay the better. Looking over
the selection of dresses he had taken in he found one that
was cheaper than the others; it was off the clearance rack.
He had liked it but dismissed it as too slutty. It was a
red mini-dress with glittery sparkles, the back was low cut
and so was the chest. It had a halter style neckline,
leaving him very much exposed on all fronts. His legs, and
back barely covered in any way, his arms were completely
revealed, and the plunging neckline even showed his smooth,
hairless chest. On the good side the dress was only $20.
That unfortunately was the deciding factor, not that the
price of the dress solved his problem of clothing but it
would satisfy the sales girl's request that he chose an
item, it would keep the charade just a little longer. And
besides this dress would at least get him from his change
room to the back, where the manager's office would no doubt
be.
"So have you picked something?" The girl asked.
"Yes, I think I've got it."
"So let's go wait in the manager's office."
He opened the door and she stared at him in mild surprise,
"Oh. I, uh, I thought you would just wear your underwear,
it's only a quick walk through the back."
Sandy went red with shame at the suggestion, he couldn't go
anywhere, not with the underwear he was wearing, it
probably wasn't legal even if he had the courage, not with
the backside being entirely see-through.
"I can't do that," he muttered letting his head sag in
embarrassment. "I've already gone shopping for the panties
to go under my dress, and that is what I'm wearing." He
congratulated himself on a quick lie but immediately
countered by chastising himself for being so foolhardy as
to wear his panties in the first place.
And so Sandy stepped out of the protection of the changing
room into a larger room, filled with chairs and many more
changing rooms, it was also occupied by several women, and
even a couple men, however unlike Sandy these men were
sitting in the chairs, waiting for their girlfriends. As
Sandy walked past them all towards a door marked private
his only solace was that the main body of the store, and
the mall itself would only get a passing glimpse of him as
he walked past the opening into the store proper. However
this relief was tempered by the gauntlet of comments he had
to run as he walked to that door. The girls were gasping
and giggling at him, and worse than that.
"Nice legs, sweetheart." One said.
"Disgusting,"
"Sissy,"
"Faggot."
"Ewwwww."
Finally Sandy considered himself safe, as he walked past
the last person, from here it was just a clear five foot
walk to the door. Then he felt that last person he had
walked by, a rather brutish looking man, grab his skirt.
Suddenly it was around his waist, not only that but his
panties were on full display, his ass was on a pedestal for
these people! And they roared, the laughter in that back
area was deafening, Sandy ran the distance to that door,
trying to outrun the view of the other customers. As the
salesgirl fumbled with her keys Sandy tugged the skirt back
down around his thighs feeling a gross pain in his stomach
from the humiliation of his situation, and his inability to
flee the mocking crowd. They were all staring at him,
pointing, laughing; this wasn't what he had wanted when he
started this game. The door finally opened and Sandy wasted
no time pushing past the girl to seek refuge away from
prying eyes.
There was a big girl dressed in a blue shirt with
"security" written in white on it waiting for him. She led
Sandy through the large room, cluttered with boxes, to
another door, but this one was not locked. The room was
very sparse, nothing but a desk and a couple chairs. There
was a moderately expensive phone sat on one side of the
desk, beside a stack of inventory sheets and invoices. The
woman behind the desk did not look at all pleased at this
interruption, but her expression became bewilderment when
she saw Sandy. They were both indicated to sit down, and
they did, Sandy pressed his naked thighs tightly together
as the skirt of his dress rode up just a little higher as
he sat. The salesgirl told her manager, Mrs. Broadworth by
the placard on her desk, about Sandy's need for a dress and
about the other customer inexplicably stealing his pants.
"Thank you Amy." Mrs. Broadworth said. "You may go back to
your work."
Amy left the room, leaving only the security woman, Sandy
and Mrs. Broadworth. "So, what is your name?"
"Sandy,"
"Well Sandy, we are going to have to wait for mall security
to see if they can recover your pants. In the meantime why
don't you tell me all about what happened, what brings you
here today?"
Sandy swallowed, hoping that he could find some way to
carry this lie off. He then proceed to spill the same line
he had used on Amy the salesgirl, his girlfriend wanted to
be with a guy in a dress so he was going to fulfill that
fantasy for her.
Mrs. Broadworth looked at him questioningly. He had to
wonder did she know, could she tell he was really just a
pathetic transvestite out for thrills? What would she do if
she could, obviously the store wouldn't take kindly to a
man wasting their time looking at dresses that he couldn't
afford.
"Well Sandy, I will make you an offer, we do not want an
incident made of this and I see the dress you selected was
from our clearance rack. We will give you that dress you
are wearing, free of charge if you will not tell anyone
about the problem you had here today."
Sandy felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, on
the good side getting a free dress was never a bad thing,
on the other hand, he had a bad feeling, and the last thing
he wanted was to have to walk back through the mall, the
worlds largest mall for crying out loud, wearing this tiny
little scrap of a dress. Still if his pants weren't
recovered he would have to make that trip in his see
through assed panties, and he had no doubt that he would be
escorted by security before long, if that were the case.
Sandy nodded to Mrs. Broadworth, "Thank you."
Mrs. Broadworth looked up to the security woman, "Why don't
you go see Nancy has come back with Sandy's pants?" The
woman left the room.
***
Sandy hung his head as he heard the people around him gasp,
or laugh. Unfortunately security had not returned with his
pants and so here he was walking through the mall, crowds
all around him in the dress he had been given. He was able
to avoid much of the crowd by staying on the upper level of
the mall, however this was no ordinary mall, there were
always people around, everywhere. And most of them were
staring at him. Off to one side Sandy saw a flash of light,
and he cringed, another tourist, another camera. Another
humiliating picture of him floating around out there, being
shown at the family dinner table, being seen by who knows
how many people. "Oh look, here's that freak we saw at the
West Edmonton Mall." And he still had the bus ride home to
deal with, fortunately his roommate was at work this time
of day, he wasn't sure how he would explain things if the
situation were otherwise.
***
Shirley felt her breath quicken nervously as she pressed
the button, and watched the security tape slide out of the
machine. She quickly tucked it into the inside of her
jacket, she would catch flak from the boss for forgetting
to set the machine but it would be worth it. Her pulse was
already racing, and she was getting wet just thinking about
when she got home, and could sit and enjoy this video
properly.
***
Mrs. Broadworth smiled at the girl standing in her office.
She was glad that Amy had come to her with her idea. She
didn't think she could have kept a straight face otherwise,
when that stupid looking man in a dress had walked into her
office. And he had even played into their hands by choosing
an outfit from the clearance rack, as opposed to making her
send Amy to find him a dress from that area.
Amy's plan to take the sissy down a peg or two had worked
out beautifully, he would be sure to think twice before
trying to pull a fast one on another store. They had
certainly seen today who the weaker sex really was.
THE END
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