Ding Dong Again
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Chapter 1: Realization
It was a slow day at the store. A typical Tuesday. Rachel, my assistant
had already left to get ready for her hot date. I was glad that she had
left early; her perky babbling was driving me over the edge. The silence
after eight hours of her constant chatter was a welcome relief.
While the clock on my iPhone said 6 PM. The part of my mind that
controls sexual desires exclaimed, "Veronica! just one more hour to go!"
Usually, Dress Barn stores around the country closed at 9. But, ours in
the Grand Prairie Mall in Grand Prairie, TX closed sharply at 7 PM.
Bless the McCorkle family, the owners of all the Dress Barn stores in
the Greater Dallas area in instituting an early closing time.
Those two precious hours would let me pick up Ethan's favorite Chateau
La Tour Carnet Medoc Passion from the wine store, head home, spread red
rose petals on the cool bathroom tile floor, light up lavender scented
candles, get in the warm jacuzzi and hide my new bikini waxed pubes
beneath the bubbles, and wait for my chiseled husband and his le parfait
eight inches.
Goosebumps sprouted all over my body thinking about what lay ahead that
evening.
Ding! Went the store doorbell. An Indian Guy stepped in. He was alone.
Alone in the Eden of Femininity that didn't sell a single stitch of
men's clothing. My inner voice whispered, "What was he here for?"
He didn't make eye contact. Instead started pussyfooting through the
store. My curious eyes were glued on him. He nervously glanced at
various racks of neatly hung dresses. He briefly stopped at the summer
dress racks and felt the texture of the fabric. He peeked at the price
tag of few of them. Later, he moved on to the area where lace dresses
were displayed. Again, caressed the material.
He surely was a sucker for soft fabrics. That's understandable. After
all, women's clothes are made with far nicer fabrics than men's clothes.
On the morning, after the first night with Ethan, I wore the blue
pinstriped shirt that he had dropped on the floor before getting into
bed. The shirt was so bulky and rough! I hated it. The only reason I
kept it on was to inhale his body odor that emanated from his shirt.
The picture of me in his pinstriped shirt, with my shapely butt
providing the much-needed definition to the otherwise boring straight
shirt was too much for Ethan to handle. He had to peel the shirt off me,
jump into bed, and make love to me! To this day, he still makes love to
me with the same passion he had that morning.
Getting back to our pussyfooter, his nervousness had ebbed an inch and
began spending more time looking at dresses. He was intrigued by a
Floral Lace Sheath Dress that was faded pink with intricate flowers in
navy blue embroidered on them. The dress was so full of life in contrast
to the dull shirt he was wearing.
Ding! Went the store bell again! The ding startled my engrossed
customer. It was a shame that he put the lovely sheath dress that he was
admiring back on the rack. The faded rose color would have accentuated
his dark skin to perfection.
The new entrant was a middle-aged woman who was notorious for returning
dresses. I never understood why people couldn't make up their minds
before they paid for their purchases. That's what dressings were for; to
make that decision! The McCorkle's had gone a step further in helping
their customers decide, they had ingeniously installed mirrors in
strategic locations within the dressing rooms to let customers check out
the fit of the dress in every conceivable angle.
As the serial returner was keeping me busy, the engrossed one was trying
to pretend as if he was lost in a forest of delightfully hung dresses.
On one hand, he was trying to put together an Oscar performance to give
the pretense that he was lost and on the other hand he just couldn't
avert his gaze off the Three Ring Floral Yellow dress in the front of
the store.
Although it was comical to see him torn between his fear and desire, I
had to give it to the engrossed one. He had a good eye for clothes. The
yellow dress with green stemmed pink azaleas was one of the best pieces
sold at our store.
As the middle-aged woman stepped out of the store $59.99 richer, I knew
I had to make my move before the Indian Guy's fear slew his desire.
"Can I help you with anything?"
He demurely murmured, "I am fine."
With just thirty minutes left before the store closed, I knew I had to
go for it instead of just letting it play out.
"Would you like to try the yellow dress? We have the best dressing rooms
in the whole mall."
My aggressive play had caused the nervousness that was blatantly etched
on his face to recede a bit. The change of expression on his face gave
me hope that I might close a good sale before I got into the warm
jacuzzi that evening.
It had only been about six months since I took the store manager job at
the Dress Barn. I had never worked at a clothing store before. The
relentless salesperson in me had convinced Martha McCorkle that my
experience as the assistant store manager at Staples along with my sense
of fashion made me the best candidate for the job.
In my six months working at the store, never once had a man walk through
the doors looking for a dress. Outside the store, I have encountered
transgendered people a few times in my 35 years of existence. I am cool
with transgendered people. Moreover, a sale is a sale! My primary
objective as a store manager was to maximize profits for the McCorkle's.
Knowing my time to make a sale was running out, I went for a killer
play. "Honey! The Yellow Three Ring Floral dress will make your long
legs look sexy!" And started walking back to the register.
"Excuse me," I heard the demure voice from the back. "Can I try this
on?"
"Sure! Honey! Follow me!"
After a while, I said, "Honey! Step out. I want to see how it fits."
She hesitated. But still stepped out. She wasn't tall for a guy, but her
5'6" height was perfect for a girl. Size 8 fit her perfectly, but if
she
dropped a few pounds she could squeeze into a size 6. My mental weighing
machine put her at 150 lbs. Her face wasn't overtly angular either,
instead, it was round with big eyes, a narrow nose, and a less prominent
jawline. If she grew her straight jet black hair out and applied makeup
she had the potential to look beautiful.
Checking out the feminized man, I got turned on! My nipples started
straining beneath my Dream Angel Demi Bra and my Victoria Secret Stretch
Cotton Lace Waist Cheeky Panties slowly but steadily started to get
wet.
I always felt attracted to manly types like Ethan. But unimaginably,
here I was, turned on by checking out at an unmanly type standing before
me in a Yellow Three Ring Floral dress adorned with green stemmed pink
azaleas.
On her way out of the store, I enquired, "Honey, what is your name?"
"Rahul. But I prefer Rhea."
"Rhea honey, shave them legs! Hairless legs will look better beneath
your dress."
Chapter 2: Rachel the minx
Two days had passed since Rhea had walked through the doors. Her visit
had triggered something within me. Hands down, I am a strong woman, but,
Rhea's visit had pushed my assertiveness up a notch. If not for my
encounter with her last Tuesday, never in a million years, would I have
convinced Ethan to go down on me and let me have an unbelievable orgasm
in the jacuzzi.
Ding! Went the store bell. It was her! She was wearing shorts that were
two sizes too big. But the baggy shorts couldn't hide her freshly shaved
legs. Devoid of hair they looked model worthy. She seemed more relaxed
this time around. She even had a faint smile.
Her smile instantly disappeared from her face when Rachel jumped out of
a rack of maxi skirts and announced
"Welcome to Dress Barn! How may I help you?"
Rachel, my bubbly assistant was the heir apparent of Elle Woods from the
movie legally blonde. Like her role model, she had strawberry blonde
hair that smelled of strawberries, perfectly made-up face and attired in
various shades of pink. There were times when she dabbled in other
colors, but, pink suited her.
Seeing the startled expression on poor Rhea's face, I stepped in to ease
the situation. Rachel quickly made the connection. After all, I had
been
unashamedly babbling about Rhea to her the past couple of days. During
our conversations, Rachel opened up about her brother Jonathan who
transitioned to become her sister Joanna a couple of years ago. The
conversation with her enlightened me about transgenderism and cross-
dressing in particular.
"Rhea what are..." Rachel interjected me. "I love your long legs. We
have skirts that will make them look sexier."
Rachel dragged Rhea to the skirt section. Rhea, as always meekly
followed little Elle Woods' plump butt. Rachel was on the pudgy side,
but still attractive in her own way. Rachel had a knack to cling on to
people. Her effortless talking attracted people to her. I loved her
magnetic personality. It especially helped us in reaching our monthly
sales targets.
Rachel selected four different skirts for Rhea to try on. They varied
from pencil skirts to maxi skirts. All of them had a flowery pattern on
them. Flowers suited Rhea. She also picked four plain tops to go with
the skirts. The plain tops she picked out offset the intricately
patterned skirts.
With the shop door bolted tight, it was time for a fashion show. Rhea
strutted out in an Embroidered Mesh Floral Skirt and a white top. Rachel
advised adding more hip to her walk. She tried but found it hard to
shake the man out of her walk. It blatantly underlined the fact that
demure Rahul had a long way to go before he blossomed into sassy Rhea.
In the second round, she came out in a Pearl Sleeveless top and a Floral
Denim Pencil Skirt. The Crisscross Slingback Heel she wore went
perfectly with her skirt. She sashayed in two more outfits. The skirt
parade turned out to be a lot of fun. But, Rachel was unsatiated, she
rummaged in the back of the store and came back with a houndstooth
checkered print dress. She felt Rhea's short but lush hair would go well
with a professional look. Once, Rhea changed into the form-fitting
dress. Rachel brushed Rhea's short hair into a chick feminine style,
colored her lips burgundy and sprayed a flowery perfume on her.
Rhea's hidden beauty slowly started to peak out. However, Rachel, the
perfectionist found something amiss.
"She needs pantyhose," she declared.
Our store deals exclusively with outerwear, with me choosing Tall Crop
Slim Legged Pants from my burgeoning closet in the morning, the only
hosiery in the vicinity of the store was the Sheer Black Control Top
Pantyhose Rachel was wearing.
Without no hesitation on her part, Rachel, let her striped skirt slide
down and dug into the hem of her pantyhose and expertly peeled them off
her skin to reveal the Beige Satin Low Cut Panties. The beige color of
the panties seemed to blend into her pale skin and disappear.
"It is just us girls here," she reassured the dumbfound femme guy.
Without warning, she went behind Rhea and unzipped her back. The
Houndstooth Checkered Print Dress swiftly dropped to the ground. The
smoothness of Rhea's clean shaven body ensured that the unzipping and
drop were in one motion.
My girl, Rhea had gone above an beyond in following my offhand
suggestion of shaving her legs. She had not only shaved her legs, she
had gone several steps further and gotten rid of every strand of hair
below her eyebrows. Well, technically not all of it. Her dense man bush
was still partially visible through her semi-transparent nylon panties.
I made a quick mental note that I had to make her go bare down there
too, especially, after experiencing the perks of having a shaved pussy
first hand.
Rachel showed Rhea how to bunch up the pantyhose and slowly drag it up
her legs until it sat at her waist; inches below her belly button.
Rhea's slight height advantage over Rachel compensated for the obvious
absence of curves to provide a snug fit. The control top pushed her
tummy in nicely to flatten out the slightly protruding belly.
Putting on a fresh pair of pantyhose is a sensual experience by itself.
Pulling the sheer material over freshly shaved smooth legs certainly
amplifies that sensuality. On top of that, if the pantyhose was soiled
by a strong and feminine woman? It would send million electric shocks
all over your body while it caresses your silky smooth legs, won't it?
That sensory electrocution triggered an instant hard-on for Rhea beneath
the cotton crotch of the pantyhose and her microfiber pink panties.
Rachel being the quick thinking sympathetic person, dropped to her
knees, peeled the cotton crotch of the pantyhose and liberated the
petite penis that was yearning to spring out of its silken casing.
With no hesitation on her part, she engulfed it all into her mouth, the
femme guy's engorged clit fit into her mouth, easily. Rachel sucked on
the diminutive member using all the skills she had developed as a
pleasure giver over the years. Rhea didn't last long. She erupted with a
soft moan. Rachel swallowed the salty goo.
The sight of the blossoming Rhea and the show that the minx, Rachel put
on drenched the bikini panties that I was wearing underneath my slim
fitting pants.
Rachel, the consummate professional, put her skirt back on, freshened up
her lipstick and got right back to work as if nothing had happened.
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