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CHAPTER SEVEN
THE FIRST DAY
After overhearing the conversation yesterday, I was more nervous than
ever. Since the conversation, Beth hadn't even eluded to it.
That morning, however, Beth seemed worried too. It was clear she knew
that the placement at Amy's dress shop could lead to some big freelancing
contracts down the line with her magazine. And a permanent job for me. I
also think she thought her reputation was on the line.
Beth was sitting on the sofa, fiddling with the hem of her charcoal shift
dress.
"Now remember the conditions Rich. One: That you know the basics of dress
and skirt fashion. I think we can tick that one off. Two: That you are
suitably attired for the job. Yes...you look smart enough."
I was wearing a black suit, with a pink shirt that Beth chose and smart
black shoes.
"And three: that you follow Amy's orders in working hours at all times.
Honestly babe. Please don't blow this for Amy. If she asks you to do
something, anything, just do it. It's such an important time for her
business. And remember, I'll be modelling the dresses there soon. Your
doing well means I'll also get some paid work out if it."
"Sure thing babe. If asked, I'll do whatever it takes. I promise."
Beth jumped off the sofa towards me and gave me a big hug and kiss.
"You're the best Rich. I know I can count on you! And good luck today!"
Beth was taking the car, so I decided to walk in to work. Our place was
only ten minutes walk from the town centre, where Amy's shop is.
As I walked in, I kept replaying Beth and Amy's words in my head.
"It might be sort of fun to get to the bottom of it all."
"It could be SUCH fun finding out."
Finding out what? Who I REALLY am? Why I was so turned on by the panties
and dresses? Why I can't get or maintain a proper erection with Beth. Or
why I became erect when Beth mentioned it would be good to see Josh, her
well hung, good looking first love, again.
I certainly didn't have the answers to any of those questions. So what
chance did Beth, or for that matter, Amy, have?
When I walked into the shop, although I'd never met her before, Amy
immediately put me at ease. Any fears I had that she would be a crazy,
unreasonable, over-bearing boss evaporated.
Not that she was weak. As she shook my hand I noticed she had a steely
stare. The stare of a woman who knows what she wants out of life. AND she
was beautiful. Almost like a brunette version of Beth. About the same
height, similar features, brown eyes, and similar build. They modelled
dresses together for the same companies, so the almost identical statures
made sense.
Looking at her outfit and appearance, I wasn't surprised that Amy also
used to model dresses. Today she was dressed in a knee length purple
dress, with a box pleated skirt and a hint of pink underskirt showing at
the hem. I recognised the dress as part of her collection, and she wore
it well. Dainty and feminine were the keywords for this dress.
Quite simply, Amy was hot. And she knew about my problems. Oh God.
"It's SO good to finally meet you Rich. It'll be great to have another
hand about the shop. Beth told me you'd been studying hard. I really
appreciate the effort you've made to prepare for the role. I know it
can't have been easy, but it will really help you get started."
Not a hint of sarcasm or humour. Just genuine gratitude and impeccable
manners. Amy was clearly a lady.
I still couldn't clear my head of what Amy heard from Beth yesterday
though.
"That's okay Amy. It's really good to be here. I'm looking forward to
getting stuck in. I know this is an exciting time for your business, and
I won't let you down."
Amy smiled back. Her whole face lit up. My god. Like Beth, she was
stunning.
"That's so good to hear. Thank you. Why don't we get started straight
away? I'll look after customers today. You can observe. And while we're
waiting for people to arrive, there are several dresses out the back that
I'd like you to put on the mannequins. I need to set up some displays for
a show tomorrow night, and I'd like to see what you come up with. Beth
told me you help with her outfits, and you clearly know what you're doing
because she always looks well put together. There are plenty of
accessories out back to help you. Why don't you get started?"
"Yes Amy," I replied smartly with absolutely no fuss. I was rewarded with
a nod and a smile.
I got to the task immediately. An hour later Amy came by to check on my
work.
"Oh my god! Rich, you're doing a GREAT job. I would never have thought to
pair that skirt with that top and belt. Yet it REALLY works. And that
dress with the scarf and necklace...it totally makes sense. Beth clearly
HAS trained you well."
"Thanks Amy," I replied with a smirk. Maybe this dress shop lark wouldn't
be too bad after all.
"Seriously Rich. This is good work. I think you're ready to observe me
with some customers now".
I spent the whole of the rest of the day watching Amy. How she greeted
her female clientele, how she acted with them, what questions she asked.
The thing is, the stuff Beth taught me about making sure you know how a
girl wants to FEEL in a dress...it made sense hearing the questions Amy
asked of customers.
She was asking women how they FELT when wearing a certain dress, and
REALLY asked them to get into the mindset of the occasion (wedding, hot
date, summer party...how do the girls WANT to feel?) before recommending
outfits. It seemed to be an important part of Amy's business's unique
selling point. And it clearly worked. She was shifting a lot if dresses
without being pushy at all. Every customer left receiving a hug, whether
they bought something or not.
The thing is, it also worried me. Women were clearly buying into Amy too.
The way she looked. For example, Amy ALWAYS wore one of the dresses from
her collection to work. And the way Amy acted. It all seemed to really
tap into the emotional state of the women she was helping. And they
responded.
How could I replicate that?
I shared my feelings with Amy at the end of the day.
"I'm sort of glad you feel that way," said Amy. "Firstly, you recognise
that this isn't just another sales job. Secondly, you've picked up on one
of the key strategies for the business. We place a premium on personal
service and empathy. And thirdly, you've also noticed that it really
helps to DEMONSTRATE what the clothes look like at every opportunity."
"But Amy. I can learn the first two points you've just made. But I'm a
guy. I can't wear these clothes."
"No-one's FORCING you to wear dresses and skirts to work, silly!" laughed
Amy.
No one's FORCING me? Hopefully she wasn't even thinking of ASKING me. Let
alone 'forcing'.
Amy continued. "It would help for you to look a bit more...appropriate,
though. I wasn't going to give you this until the end of the week, but I
think you're almost ready to go live with customers. I have some uniforms
your size that you should wear to work from tomorrow. Let me go and get
them." She went into the back room.
Oh no. My heart was in my mouth.
Amy returned to the shop floor carrying two hangers, each with an outfit
on.
"Listen Rich. I originally designed these uniforms for shop assistants
who didn't want to come into work in a skirt or dress every day. But
they're totally unisex. They're not officially part of the collection,
but it will help in your interaction with clientele if you could wear
them. I designed them both, so if nothing else they'll be a good talking
point with the customers. And you'll be...well...less threatening."
By 'less threatening', I'm almost certain she meant 'more gay', and
therefore a more palatable employee at a dress shop.
I looked at the uniforms in horror. One was a pair of knee high black
culottes with a lilac pullover and black scarf. The other was a black
pair of slacks, zip at the back, with a very pale pink, almost white,
shirt/blouse and thin red belt.
Both outfits looked, well, slightly feminine, at best.
"They're unisex, although they say they're a size 10 inside. Looking at
you, I'm pretty sure you're about a 'ten'."
Okay Amy. Thanks for reminding me that I'm not exactly Mr Universe.
"I also have some shoes in the back that would fit you. Don't worry. They
don't have a heel and they look unisex too. You're a size 5, right?"
Great. Now Amy also knows I have small feet. "Yes," I said meekly.
Amy brought the shoes out. They were quite plain, but 'no heel' actually
meant a one and a half inch heel. Fantastic.
"Here you go. And thanks again for today. You were amazing. It already
feels like I'm working with a partner, not just an employee."
Actually, despite the uniforms, that put a smile on my face. "Thanks Amy.
I feel that way too. See you tomorrow."
Finally, as I was walking out the door with the outfits, Amy said with a
wink, "Oh, Rich. If you're going to wear the culottes tomorrow, you
should shave your legs. See you tomorrow!"
I walked out.
Shave my legs? Was she serious? She WAS winking. I'm really not sure. I
used to shave my legs for the university swim team. But for an outfit?
I was home in ten minutes. Beth had beaten me home.
"What have you got there sweet-pea?" asked Beth.
"Outfits for tomorrow. Amy wants me to 'look the part'."
"Oh, they're so cute! You're going to look just delightful." Beth's smile
was a little too wide.
"Did you know Amy was going to do this?"
"I might have had an inkling...yes. Amy checked with me first. But I
wanted it to be a surprise. AND I didn't think you'd get them until later
in the week. Oh, those culottes are soooooo sweet. Maybe I can borrow
them some time. What size are they?"
By the way she asked I'm sure Beth already knew. "They're a ten."
"That's only a size bigger than my size. Perhaps I CAN borrow them!
Seriously though Rich, you're going to look fab."
"But I'm really not sure I can wear them."
"Don't be silly. Remember, you promised me you'd do whatever Amy asked of
you. Plus, it's obviously going to help the dress shop."
I knew Amy and Beth had won on that one. They're right. It probably WOULD
help the dress shop. But at what cost? My self respect?
If only it were just that.
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CHAPTER EIGHT
THE SECOND DAY
I woke up the next day feeling even more nervous than the first. Beth and
I showered together. But instead of exploring each other's bodies, she
took great joy in shaving my legs.
"There. Nice and smooth, just like mine," Beth said with a smile. "Just
like when we got together and you were still swimming. It means you can
wear the culottes, if you like."
"I think I should wear the trousers instead. I mean, I'll feel less
nervous."
Beth looked at me with an unusual, but sympathetic expression. She was
always so supportive.
I dried off and put my outfit on. The trousers with the pink/white
shirt/blouse and red belt.
"Let's have a look at you," Beth shouted from her walk-in wardrobe.
I walked in to the room. Beth was just buttoning up a black shirtdress.
She hadn't done her make-up yet, but already looked amazing. She looked
me up and down, and seemed a bit puzzled.
"There something wrong. The trousers aren't hanging right...I know! What
underwear do you have on?"
"Just boxer shorts. They're all I own," I replied.
"But they're showing through the material! We can't have that. Hang on a
minute. I have just the thing."
Beth walked across to her underwear drawer. She pulled out a pair of
black, plain panties with a small bow on the front.
"Here. Wear these. They won't leave a VPL - visible panty line. Those
trousers will only work with undergarments that leave no VPL. These have
extra thin material so they're designed for that purpose."
"But they're panties!!"
"Don't be silly. You want this to work for Amy, don't you? Remember, you
agreed to do whatever she asks of you to help. And besides, if it wasn't
for the little bow, they could just as well be men's pants."
We both knew that wasn't true from the female cut of the panties. And the
material. But at least they weren't lacy or too girly.
"Ok".
Beth responded with an encouraging hug. "You're the best Rich. I'm really
proud of you for going to such lengths for my friend's career! Thanks
babe!"
I changed into the panties, put the slacks back on, and showed Beth.
"That's much better Rich. No VPL now. You look ready. And cute!" Beth
looked delighted.
Yup. Ready to be a straight male, dressed as a gay male. Working in a
dress shop. And cute.
Beth finished accessorising her shirtdress, put on her make-up and heels,
and gave me a twirl.
"What do you think honey?"
"You look beautiful Beth. Amazing."
"Thanks Rich. I have another meeting with the executives, so I want to
look good. Good luck with your day babe."
She left the house, leaving me to wonder how many of the executives are
male. And whether any of them are like 'Josh'.
A few hours later, I was almost half way through my shift. The thing is,
despite my nerves, Amy was totally right about my uniform.
Yesterday, when I was observing Amy help her clientele, I was very much
in the background. Today, customers were actually engaging with me.
Yesterday, in a man's business suit, I was an alien to the women in the
shop. Today, wearing Amy's uniform, I had entered their world. I was not
only unthreatening, but also worthy of an opinion, and was someone they
could be at ease around. They were even comfortable enough to change
between dresses in front of me. And ask me questions, like:
"What do you think? This skirt or that one for my second date?"
"Do you think knee length or tea length for my sister's engagement
party?"
"Should I wear a bra underneath this dress?"
I gave my opinion, and it was respected. More often than not, they would
follow my advice, as Amy silently nodded and smiled at me.
Other questions I struggled with. Mostly they were questions about how
the women would FEEL in a dress, or giving advice on which dress would
help them FEEL a certain way. For instance:
"Would this petticoat support the shape of the dress, and make me feel
more romantic for my date?"
"Which of these two dresses would make me feel more confident and
assertive during my interview?"
I found it really hard to answer these questions. But even some simple
questions stumped me:
"Which dress of these three would be easiest to dance in?"
And:
"Would I feel better in three inch, or four inch, heels with this wedding
gown?"
As empathy and feelings were such key differentiators of the personal
service Amy's business offered, I knew it was important to learn the best
I could. Whenever I struggled, Amy was really supportive and just jumped
in to help.
But despite the way I looked the job had its compensations. Women could
pop into the dress shop and browse whenever they wished. But, as the
dresses were so expensive, most of the women bought outfits after
receiving a pre-booked personal service session.
And most of the women who either entered the shop or had personal service
were HOT. Firstly, the dresses only ranged from UK sizes 4 - 12, although
they were also labelled sizes 0 - 8, ready for possible expansion into
the US market. The dresses were made to look good on women with great
bodies.
Secondly, because of the shop's exclusive location and the high price of
the outfits, the clientele were almost all girlfriends or wives of very
successful men, famous women, or beautiful and high-powered business
women in their own right.
So, I got to watch gorgeous women try on beautiful dresses, strip down to
their underwear (which, like I said, they now had no problem with doing
in front of me), and value my opinion.
But there were also embarrassing moments. And they were even more
embarrassing because the women in the shop were so stunning, including
Amy.
For example, the time Amy had me hold two dresses up against myself in
turn, to demonstrate how the skirt length of each one differed, one
'hitting the knee just right', and the other 'just above the knee'.
Apparently the difference is critical.
Or the moment Amy Advised her client that with her body shape she would
look best in wrap dresses and tulip skirts. She then used my body shape
as a contrast, saying because of my narrow hips I would look best in
empire line dresses, baby dolls, and A-line skirts. Although Amy also
added I would be able to pull off most skirt and dress styles, at which
the client and Amy both laughed.
Not stopping there, the client followed her laughter by looking at me and
saying, "You're SO lucky. You could wear ANY dress in here with your
shape. And most of the skirts. I wish I had your narrow hips."
I didn't know what to say to that. For one, the combination if Amy and
the client's words, and the panties I was wearing underneath my trousers,
gave me an erection. And in these trousers, clearly designed for a woman,
that ran the risk of what might be called, 'putting on a show'. I had to
excuse myself and bring myself to orgasm in the bathroom. It took all of
about ten seconds. After a few minutes I fitted nicely again into the
panties and trousers and returned to the shop floor.
Late in the day I had another close escape. While being fitted for a
wedding dress, one beautiful young client, with flowing brunette hair and
a stunning face and body, enquired about bridesmaid dresses. Amy has a
huge range, all in stock at the store.
Amy said to the client, "There are several bridesmaid dresses that would
go with the wedding gown you're wearing. What age and shape are your
bridesmaids?"
The client responded, "The bridesmaids are my three younger sisters and
cousin. All ages 14 - 18. And shapes...let me see." She thought for a
second before pointing at me, and saying, "A bit like her. Sorry, him.
Like most younger girls really - smallish hips and quite small framed."
Thanks. So I am the shape of a teenage girl. And briefly mistaken for one
too, by the sound of the woman's Freudian slip.
Amy replied, "Well that gives us something to work with. Would you like
us to show you some dresses now?"
"Yes," the woman said, chuckling. "But only on the hangers. We can hardly
have your assistant wear them!"
Amy and her client both looked at me and laughed. I just looked at the
floor, blushing like a choirgirl.
Then, immediately after finishing laughing Amy made matters worse by
saying, "Well. You say that. But perhaps we could. If he's the right
shape? You wouldn't mind, would you Rich?"
Before I could say anything, the client said, "We couldn't do that to
him! Just on the hangers is fine. Maybe next time though."
They both looked at me and smiled sweetly.
Phew. That was close. Yet, for the second time that day, I had to go to
the bathroom and relieve myself. Why was the thought of wearing the
dresses in front of these beautiful women turning me on?
At the end of the day I was rewarded with another 'well done' and genuine
smile from Amy.
I walked home with mixed feelings. Happy that I was doing a good job for
Amy, but worried about what I was learning about myself, and more
confused than ever.
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CHAPTER NINE
HOME TIME, AND CALL NUMBER TWO
I felt so conspicuous walking home in my outfit. Luckily London is such a
cosmopolitan city. No one batted an eyelid at a man in one and a half
inch heels (let's face it, that's hardly much) and ladies black trousers.
I wore a grey man's pullover on top of the pink shirt.
I opened the front door to silence. As I moved into the house, I heard a
faint voice. It was Beth on the phone in the bedroom upstairs.
I couldn't help myself. I picked up the receiver downstairs to hear the
conversation.
Amy was talking.
"...Doing well. Takings were up today. Obviously that's just one day, but
he's quick to learn, if a bit, well, funny sometimes."
"What do you mean," said Beth. "He's not messing around is he? If you
like I can speak to him."
"No. Not at all. He's done everything I've asked of him. He's even been
giving style advice in the consultations."
"Really?" Beth chuckled.
"Yes. Like you said, about the outfit advice he gives you. He's got a
natural eye, and he doesn't even know it. It's just...from time to time
he gets this 'rabbit in headlights' look. It's always when we have to
empathise with the customers. You know...about how they'll feel in a
particular dress and stuff."
"But that'll come with time surely?"
"I think so. I mean, the uniform really helped. Of course, you realise
all the clients think he's gay!"
I knew it.
Beth laughed again. "Well, at least I won't have to worry about him being
stolen from me by some hot young rich woman!"
"Sure. In fact, definitely not. But he did look sweet in his uniform. Can
you make sure he wears the culottes tomorrow? I think he'll look just
'darling', and I suspect the clients will respond even more to him."
"Why? What do you mean?" asked Beth.
"Beth, have you seen them? From a distance they almost look like a skirt.
And you know when you get more office compliments from other women when
wearing a skirt or dress?"
"Yes, of course. Who doesn't love a compliment," said Beth.
"Well. I suspect the clients will identify with him even more if he wears
the culottes. I mean, in a way, the more feminine he looks and dresses,
the more clients will identify with him. And feel comfortable around him.
AND bond with him. I mean, imagine if we had a REAL man around the shop?
All the girls would act completely differently. And I suspect business
would suffer, conversations would be stifled etc"
"Yes," said Beth. "I suppose so. Just don't go too far. He is my
boyfriend after all. And I adore him."
"I promise I won't. But while we're on the subject, today I also got some
more clues about how he was with you during dress training."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know you said he's had erection troubles with you. And
premature ejaculation. Well, and please don't take this the wrong
way...twice today I'm sure he was...well...aroused, by something that
happened in the store."
Oh shit. Amy noticed.
"Tell me more."
Amy obliged. "The first occasion was when I explained to a customer that
someone with his shape, that is, thin hips and small frame, could pull
off almost any dress type, but was particularly suited to baby-doll
dresses, empire lines and A-line skirts. You know? To create a more
feminine shape, create hips etc. Well he looked really embarrassed. But,
I also notice a bulge in his trousers that appeared very suddenly. He
left the room, and when he came back 5 minutes later the bulge was gone."
"Oh! I see what you mean. I'm so sorry Amy. Do you want me to talk to
him?"
"No. Please don't. Like you said you felt when you were training him. It
was sort of...cute. And I also felt kind of powerful. I know this is
nasty, but it's as if I can sort of use it to manage him better. Besides,
the customer didn't notice."
"What was the second occasion?" asked Beth.
"Well, that's even more telling. I offered his services as a dress dummy
to a client who wanted a demonstration of some bridesmaid dresses and..."
"Sorry Amy, hang on. You did what?" I'd have thought Beth would be angry,
but she was shrieking with laughter down the phone.
Amy was laughing too. "I told a customer who was in for a wedding dress
fitting that Rich could model dresses for her. She said he had the same
shape and was the same size as her teen sisters and cousin, the actual
bridesmaids. To be honest Beth, when I first suggested it I was joking.
But within a split second I thought, why not? There are at least four
bridesmaid dress sales at over ?3000. Which is obviously a lot of money.
And he DOES have the right shape. AND, well, I also suspected he would
kind of like it."
"But surely Rich refused outright."
"You'd have thought so. I mean, a real man would have run a mile. But I
just got a red face and his 'rabbit in headlights' face again. AND
another bulge in his trousers."
"You mean he was turned on by the thought?," asked Beth.
"Well, I think so, yes. That must have been it. But he also looked
terrified. Almost humiliated."
"But you can't have your assistant getting turned on all the time in the
shop. Are you sure this is going to work out?"
"Are you kidding? He's a better staff member than I could have dreamed
of. And neither of the customers noticed the bulge. I honestly think
after you asked him to comply with my every demand, he would have worn
those dresses if asked."
"Really?" Both Amy and Beth were laughing now.
"Yes. I honestly do. So don't you see? If he 'likes' it, then maybe
that's a cue to make him MORE feminine, not less. Which I also suspect
will be good for takings. Hence the culottes tomorrow please!"
"Oh you are a devil!" said Beth.
"Besides, it should be fun," said Amy. "A bit like when we used to dress
up my younger brother in my dresses when we were kids. Like he was my
little sissy."
"I remember. That was fun. Only this is my boyfriend we're talking about.
He's sweet, and generous, and kind and loving. Let's not force this too
much, or make him do anything he doesn't want. I mean, I love him, and I
want him to find out for himself why he has these feelings. You know,
like lead him down a road of self discovery or something..."
"But you agree it might be fun?" Amy insisted.
"Well...ok...yes, it could be fun. And if I could help him to..."
I put the phone down again, mortified. Once again, there was no way I
could tell Beth about my betrayal of trust in listening to her call. I
just waited downstairs for Beth to finish talking.
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