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The public bathroom was a small room covered from top to bottom
with small tan tiles. James quickly entered one of the small stalls, and slid her
shirt over her head. Again struggling with the clasp to the bra, she suddenly
remembered a trick that one of her old girlfriends had used. She wrapped the
bra about her bare stomach, and deftly fastened the hooks. Smirking, she
rotated the item around herself and then pulled it up over her breasts. Slipping
her arms back into her shirt, she noted how she no longer felt the chill up her
spine when she dressed.
"Must have been the fabric running across....Oh great...." James
thought, realizing that the chill was a sexual response. Like it or not, she was
going to have to get used to the fact that she had more erogenous zones than
she was familiar with. She fervently hoped that this newness would wear off
soon, since constant sensation would be a nightmare and a half.
Adjusting her shirt by tucking it back into the waistband of her
sweatpants, James opened the stall door. She was alone in the bathroom, and
took the opportunity to look at herself in the small mirror as she pulled on her
one armed bomber jacket. Leaving the jacket open as she always did
combined with the bra, gave an interesting look to her figure. It was a tad
embarrassing actually, to note that the sides of the jacket acted similar to a
frame around her breasts. Zipping it up halfway just accentuated the problem,
and it was too hot to wear it fully closed. Shrugging, James just took it off.
"Last thing I want to do is drag attention to my chest." James
mumbled, looking to see if that solved the problem. It didn't. The polo shirt
that she had chosen this morning wasn't designed for her current form. The t-
shirt under it did minimize the shape of the bra under the thin fabric, but no
matter what she did, her overall shape would be fairly obvious.
Admitting defeat, James redonned the jacket. She figured that at least
that way people would be looking at the missing arm first and her breasts
second. Unless they're staring at my ass, James thought. God, how could
women deal with the stares? She'd already had the same look from one or two
passing men earlier in the day that she had had from Randall this morning. It
wasn't pleasant.
"You did it too, you jackass." James chastised herself. "They just
seemed to ignore it. Learn to ignore."
Of course, the walk along the pebbled concrete to the fountain alone
was nerve wracking. Nobody hooted or hollered, but James felt like everyone
was staring at her. If anything they should have been staring less, since she
was now closer to looking "normal", but the feeling was still there. She half
wanted to scream, wondering what every passing glance that a man or a
woman gave her meant. She was actually starting to get afraid.
Seeing her mother chatting with Julie and Elaine near the small
fountain was a welcome relief. She quickened her step, rapidly closing the
distance. Anne looked up as she noted James' approach, and raised a
welcoming hand.
"Well, you look better." Anne said, looking at James with that same
appraising eye. James said nothing, following his mother as she led the small
group towards the other large department store in the mall.
Macy's had been there for as long as James remembered complete with
the glass doors, bisected in the middle with wooden slats. The interior was
similar to Mervyn's, but with a lot more glass cases. The salespeople here
tended towards slightly more formal clothing as well, all accented with golden
tinted nametags.
Elaine and Julie raced ahead, towards a section fringed with off-white
skinned mannequins. They seemed to be having a grand time as they were
momentarily lost from sight. James looked at her mother with a questioning
look, but made no comment as the two young teens raced back. James noticed
with some trepidation that her sister was holding a jacket on a coat hanger.
"Julie found this! Isn't it great?" Elaine grinned, holding the white
leather jacket out to James. She took it with a skeptical eye, noting the fringe
on the sleeves, and the fact that it seemed to be four or five sizes too small. It
was, without a doubt, a very nice jacket for a girl. However, that was exactly
the last thing that James wanted to wear, and after a moments contemplation,
returned it to her sister.
"Thanks, Julie.... but, uh.... no." James smiled apologetically at the
girls. "I don't think I'm ready for something like that."
"But it's sooooo nice!" Julie pouted, as she took the jacket back from
Elaine. "At least try it on!"
"I have to agree with Maggie, here girls," Anne commented, looking at
the price tag. "I don't think this is really her style."
"C'mon Missus Brandistock!" James winced at Julie's mention of his
mother's married name. "I bet it'll look great!"
"That may be, but I am not forking over two hundred dollars for a
jacket that I doubt Maggie will wear. Did you girls get any other ideas that
might be a little more reasonable?"
At that, Julie walked away with the jacket, presumably to return it to
it's rightful rack. Elaine grinned at James, and pointed towards a section that
made her skin crawl just looking at it. "Juniors".
"I'm a little tall for that, sis." James grimaced, looking towards his
mother for a veto. Anne merely shook her head softly, before addressing
Elaine.
"Elaine, honey, I told you that we weren't shopping for you." Anne said
gently.
"We weren't!" Elaine nearly shouted, as Julie returned, sans jacket.
"Yeah, we just thought that Maggie could use some stuff that looked
good!" Julie aided Elaine's defense. They did make the perfect picture of
innocence, and for a moment, James thought perhaps they were being truthful.
Then she remembered who she was dealing with.
"And it wouldn't hurt if you could borrow it occasionally, right?"
James stated, looking directly into her sister's eyes.
"Well, uh...." Elaine stumbled over her response, and James knew that
she had hit right on the mark.
"What kind of jacket do you want, Maggie?" Anne ended the awkward
silence that had developed, by bringing the attention back to James.
"Well, it's Idaho, so a winter jacket." James said, thinking about the
cold weather that she had encountered on her first time around. It had been
her first time in snow, and the memory of those white flakes drifting down
made her ache for something warm. "I was kinda hoping for down...."
"Oh, wow, I had one of those back when I was in college...." Anne
smiled at the memory. "I don't think you want purple though, right?"
"Naaah. How about one kinda like that green one I used to have as a
kid?" James thought about the little green and yellow jacket that her mother
had sewn for her back in the third grade. She had been the envy of all of the
other little boys in class, because Anne had let her sew all sorts of cool
patches on it. The memory was pleasant, of a time back before her life had
gone to hell in a hand basket.
"Can we check clearance?" Anne led the small group back towards a
rack in the back of the department. "I remember having one of those on the
camping trips I used to take up to Yosemite. We'd sit around a campfire in
between climbs, somebody would always drag out a guitar...." Anne pawed
through the rack as she spoke, eyes searching for the right item.
"How bout this?" Elaine pulled a sky blue jacket with tan trim out
from the side of the rack she was looking through.
"That's nice." Anne commented, looking at the item.
"Oh, it's great! Maggie, if you don't want it, can I have it?" Julie
grinned, running her hands over the thick fabric.
James actually didn't know what to think. It was a lot lighter in color
than she was used to, and she kept imagining how it would look if it ever got
dirty. The image wasn't exactly pretty.
"I think you might want to try that one on." Anne said to James, as she
continued to look through the rack.
Shrugging, James removed her leather jacket and handed it to Elaine,
trading it for the thick winter item. She slid first one, then the other arm into
it, and zipped the bulky coat up rapidly. What immediately struck James was
the feeling of warmth that took hold inside the jacket. It had to be down, since
she could feel the movement of the feathers as she shifted slightly, feeling
how her arms moved. It was definitely comfortable, but the California heat
was rapidly making the simple try-on session intolerable. It would be a good
item for this winter however. Maybe they had it in a darker color.
After another five minutes of searching through the rack, James
realized that if she wanted to get this jacket, she would have to get THIS
jacket. The thought wasn't terrible, since it was definitely something she
would enjoy wearing, if she could just get past the pastel color scheme.
"It looks great, Maggie." Elaine grinned again. "See mom, I told you I
wasn't shopping for me!"
"Yeah, he doesn't even look a little bit like a guy." Julie blurted out,
looking at James. "Uh...."
James groaned at Julie's little gaffe. She didn't think anybody in the
store had heard Julie, but she really didn't feel like being stared at as a freak
for the rest of the trip. Fortunately, Julie seemed a bit embarrassed by her slip,
and immediately busied herself looking though another rack.
"What do you think honey? Get it?" Anne said, looking at James
softly. She seemed to be thinking about something, perhaps a memory.
"Yeah, sure. I think I'm going to pack it until Idaho though. That thing
is warm..." James rapidly removed the jacket, before retrieving her own and
putting it back on.
"Good, the last thing I need is you freezing to death." Anne smiled,
taking the coat from her. "Okay, three more things here and we're done."
"Totally done?" James smiled at the thought.
"No, done with Macy's."
"Oh. What?"
"Shoes, formals, and makeup."
"WHOA! Hang on there Mom, you didn't say anything about THAT."
"What? Shoes?" Anne asked, an amused expression on her face.
"NO.... makeup...." James dropped his voice to a near whisper.
"Maggie, it's nothing to be embarrassed by." Anne said, shooting a
glare at Elaine that kept her from making whatever comment she was about
to.
"Mom, I uh..... This isn't optional, is it?" James asked the final
question, already knowing what her mother would say.
"Nope."
"Then please don't make me look like Tammy Faye Baker, okay?"
All three of the other women in the little shopping party chuckled at
the last comment, seemingly sharing a private joke. James hoped that she had
said the right thing.
"No, don't worry honey. I don't even expect to get you very much. Just
some subtle stuff for your formals. In fact, let's just get it over with right
now."
James found herself being led to the makeup counter. Her eyes roamed
over the huge racks, noting how almost everything seemed to be some shade
of pink. Well, no, not everything was pink, she corrected, looking at the dark
blue dress worn by the extremely attractive woman manning the counter.
James' eyes roamed over the figure who greeted them, noting the raven hair
and the exquisite green eyes that drew her attention right from the start.
"Hi. How can I help you today?" The woman behind the counter
addressed Anne, and as she did so, James couldn't help but notice how her
smile seemed far more genuine than that of the old lady at Mervyn's.
"Well, Maggie here is going off to college, and would like to see how
she'd look with something subtle."
"Ok, Maggie? Hi, I'm Joyce. Why don't you have a seat and we'll see
what works." Joyce pointed to a small chair that sat in front of a large mirror.
She led the way, and James' gaze drifted to her ass. She momentarily noted
how it looked in the dark blue skirt, before reminding herself that there was
exactly nothing that she could do about it.
"So what are we thinking here? I love your eyes, by the way." The
woman moved in front of James as she sat in the chair.
"Uhm, thanks." James said, looking back into the woman's sparkling
green. If James had been a man again, she would never in a million years
would have had the courage to even say one word to this enchanting woman.
"They're new." James tried for a humourous comment, which in fact did bring
a small smile to Joyce's face.
"MOOOOM, can we go up and look at the formals?" Elaine's voice
was distant to James, as she felt her attention being drawn to the woman who
was scrutinizing her face.
"Sure, but be back soon. What do you think, something light?" Anne
looked back to the girls, who scurried away rapidly, before turning her
attention back to the cosmetics salesgirl.
"Yeah, maybe, I think that we should definitely accent her eyes
though." Joyce nodded softly, before turning to rummage through a small
rack. She came up with a small round case, and a tool that looked a bit like an
oversized cotton swab. "Close your eyes."
James did so, and waited as she felt a light pressure on her eyelids. It
tickled, and she forced back a giggle. The movement of Joyce's hands was
indeed pleasureable, stroking the tool back and forth across the sensitive skin
of her lids. After another moment of her touches, James could feel something
on her eyelids. If anything it felt like being slightly sweaty. It wasn't
unpleasant, but would take a little getting used to.
"Okay, open." Joyce's voice was calm, and when James opened her
eyelids she saw no major changes in the mirror. A moment went past, and
then she noticed the slight peach color on her eyelids. It wasn't a major
change, but it brought even more attention to her eyes.
"I think that's going to work." Joyce said, admiring her handiwork.
"Are we going with that one?"
"Definitely." Anne's response was quick, and Joyce placed the small
round container on the table.
"I don't think we need to go with too dark a rouge, since she's already
got great cheekbones. How bout this one? Close please."
James snapped her eyes shut as Joyce approached her face with an
applicator that looked like an oversized paint brush. The touch on her face
was gentle, and James thought about how if she had still been a man she
would have probably have had to pay a huge amount of money for the kind of
attention that Joyce was showing him to just sell a couple pieces of makeup.
All too quickly, the gentle caresses of the brush were over, and James opened
her eyes to see herself again.
The rest of the session was similar. Joyce would select an item for its
subtlety, and then spend a few exquisite moments touching James' face,
applying it. James wanted to ask if she always went this far on a first date, but
choked back the thought. Her mother was standing right there, and making
lesbian comments would not make the time they were spending together any
more pleasant.
"Wow. I think that's going to work perfect. What do you think
Maggie?"
James thought she looked like a model. The minor changes that the
application process had made brought out a beauty that James did not know
that she possessed. Upon further reflection, her first thought was actually, hey,
I'd fuck her.
It was actually rather uncomfortable that that was the exact thought
that she had been having with regards to Joyce as her mother again handed the
credit card over for the items they were purchasing. James had thought that
she had gotten over that whole teenage obsession with sex, but apparently her
body wasn't going to let her get away without going through it again.
"So, shoes or formals?"
"Can we get some lunch, I'm actually getting pretty hungry." James
said as they walked towards the escalators.
"After we finish up here, ok? Let's do formals, since shoes are easy."
Formals, as James should have realized from her mother's statement,
were not easy. She lost track of the amount of times she trudged back and
forth to the dressing room, after one of the little shopping group had insisted
that she "try just one more." Dress was a dress was a dress. It got to the point
where James almost didn't see herself in the mirror anymore, just a figure that
her mother and sister were playing dressup with. Considering some of the
items that her sister and her friend suggested, that might have been a good
thing. Julie and Elaine seemed partial to fashions that were appropriate to a
catwalk. Either that, or dancing on a pole, which James did not plan on
attempting anytime soon. It brought her considerable relief when Anne vetoed
several of them without even a preliminary try-on.
After the ordeal of fabric and uncomfortable zippers, James found it a
welcome relief when the final purchases were made. She wasn't even sure
exactly which items her mother had finally chosen, since exhaustion was
rapidly becoming the largest factor in her life. No matter how much James
hated shoe shopping, she found herself actually looking forward to it, for the
simple fact that she would allowed to sit down was extremely appealing.
A quick trip down the stairs, and there they were at the shoe
department. James allowed her mother to once again take charge of the
proceedings, heading towards a large chair that seemed especially welcoming.
She mechanically slipped her feet into each pair of sneakers that were
presented, answering all questions with a non-committal grunt. It was when
the shoes changed to ones that she was not familiar with that she began to
speak up.
"Wait, mom. I don't need heels on my shoes."
"Maggie, you need at least one pair of pumps for your formals." Anne
corrected her wayward daughter's comment with a shrug.
"Mom, I'm five eleven. I don't think I need heels." James said again,
trying to get away from this particular style of shoe.
"Yes, you do." Anne said, fitting the dark shoes to each of James' feet
in turn.
James finally relented, as she had all day. There were more important
things to fight about, after all. It wasn't like she was actually going to have to
wear these things when she got up to Moscow, anyway. She remembered how
she had been able to count on one hand the number of times she had worn one
of the suits his mother had bought for him the last time around. Surely this
time it wouldn't be any different. Heck, she hadn't even had to wear a suit
once during rush week the last time.
Two purses and another pair of shoes later, James relished the quarter
pound hamburger that she had coerced Anne into purchasing. After the
amount of work that she had done this morning, the simple chance to sit down
and eat was incredibly refreshing.
"So, I think we only have one more stop." Anne announced, in
between bites of her own burger.
"Great, then home, right?"
"This has been so much fun, Missus Brandistock." Julie piped up, as
she slurped at a large soda.
"Do I get to do this when I go off to college?" Elaine asked, her eyes
wide with the thought.
"One at a time here girls." Anne held up her hand to silence the
chattering. "Yes, Maggie. Thank you, Julie. Of course, Elaine."
James waited a few minutes more, while she finished chomping on the
large sandwich. Only one thing bothered her, and that was the amount of
grease that dripped onto her fingers as she ate. She'd eaten here numerous
times, and yet the grease had never bothered her half as much as it did today.
"So, what's the stop?" James asked as she crumpled the greasy paper
wrapper and tossed it onto the tray in front of her.
"Vee Ess." Anne said, clearing her own tray away.
"Excuse me? No. No. No. I think I heard you wrong there. You did not
just tell me that you're taking me to a fricking lingerie store." James knew she
was overreacting, but after the rest of the day, this was the last straw.
"James, you need underwear for your formals."
"I HAVE underwear. Okay? I don't need anything else." James had no
idea why her mother wanted to take her into a store that sold underwear for
the exclusive purpose of turning men on. Heck, when she was a guy, just
walking past the display windows had often been enough to inspire a semi.
Did her mother really think...
"Honey, we need to get you something that isn't going to show a panty
line. Plus you need a bra for that strapless dress we got you."
"Fine, but Vee Ess? Come on mom, we both know what kind of stuff
they sell there."
"Have you ever been in there, Maggie?"
"I don't have to, mom. I can see the display windows just fine."
"Then you have no idea what they really sell in there."
After a long argument, James finally relented. When they actually
started trying on items, she realized that her mother had been telling her the
truth. Victoria's Secret might have a great deal of risqu? items, but there was
another side that men tended to forget about. Functional underwear was quite
common once she got past the front few racks. James actually found that she
did have a preference in underwear: avoiding butt-floss. The few items that
she allowed her mother to coerce her into buying were fairly conservative, and
actually would look fairly good if she ever found the occasion to wear them.
Not that that was likely. James had no intention of ever letting the stuff touch
her, but she was humoring her mother.
Finally, they had finished. Anne and the two younger girls led James
back to the car, her arms loaded with small bags. As they approached the
vehicle, she immediately called out, "SHOTGUN!"
Anne drove them all home, stopping briefly to drop off Julie. As the
car pulled into the driveway, James noted Randall, unloading his truck again.
She momentarily wondered if Randall actually ever got any work done, since
all she ever seemed to see him do was load and unload the truck. With that
thought, James began to remove the bags from the back of the car. She
finished collecting the last of them, and began to walk up the driveway, when
Randall called out to her.
"Went panty shopping, James?" the sarcastic comment struck James
hard. She looked down at the bags in her hands, and noted sadly that the
Victoria's Secret bag was on the outside. Randall just couldn't let that one go,
could he?
"RANDALL!" Anne's voice was sharp, and it took James a moment to
realize that she had indeed addressed Randall, and not her. James looked
back, to see her mother staring at Randall with a murderous look in her eye.
"What, honey?" Randall asked, dropping the tool he had been holding
into the truck bed. He wiped his hands on his blue jeans, and spread them
apart in a appeasing gesture. "Just a joke."
James shrugged, and continued up towards the house. He had seen this
conflict a few times before. Anne and Randall would fight over something he
said, they'd go to their room, and the next morning, Anne would be in a good
mood again. As an adult, James had figured out exactly what had most likely
gone on in that room.
"NO, it?s NOT just a joke. You have no idea how hard this was for
Maggie. She worked harder at being a member of this family today than I
have ever seen her do. You do NOT get to make fun of her because she
bought underwear." The tone in Anne's voice was strange. James had heard
that anger before, but it had always been directed towards herself. The fact
that Randall was bearing the brunt of it was unusual, to say the least. James
was half tempted to stay and listen to the rest of the conversation, but felt a
hasty retreat would be the wiser course. As she opened the door and headed
into the main room she could hear Randall stammering out some lame
apology, and Anne's angry retort. She closed the front door behind her, since
Elaine had already preceded her into the house, and went to the stairs that led
up to her room.
James dropped the shopping bags in a corner of her room, and lay
back on the bed. She was tired, but a normal kind of tired. It had been a very
long day, an all she wanted to do now was rest. Her right hand dropped to the
basket near the foot of her bed, and fished in it for a moment, before coming
up with an old issue of Mad Magazine. If she ever needed to laugh, now was
the time.
To be continued......
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