Deja Vu AscendancyChapter 103 I Have a Tough Morning Shopping
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Wednesday, April 20, 2005 (Continued)
I parked on the street roughly where Julia wanted. All the girls got out and I followed very reluctantly, still in disbelief that we were going shopping rather than to bed. With Donna walking impatiently behind us, and my least favorite wives holding an arm of mine each, Julia and Carol dragged me toward wherever it was we were going. No one had bothered to tell me. Why would they?
We entered a men's clothing store that I'd never been in before. It was in a small building on the very fringe of the shopping area of town, and had a sign saying "Discreet Men's Clothing", so it wasn't the sort of place I'd normally go in. I much preferred the large, chain stores. Inside it looked even less like the normal places I shopped. Almost nothing like them, except that there were clothes on display, but they sure weren't displayed the same way as in the usual places. Rather than nice big piles or racks of each size and color, where you can easily locate what you want, this had single items "discreetly" displayed in various nooks and cubbyholes, on manikins that were in corners so you couldn't see them properly, and almost nothing was well lit. Don't ask me why a store - which is surely trying to sell its stock - displays it as discreetly as possible. Given the logic of its layout, I presumed it must be run by a woman. [I was half-right.]
I started examining the first few items I came across. I don't know what I was examining them for, but that's what you do when you get dragged into a store by someone else. Julia grabbed my arm and pulled me farther in, "We don't have time for that." We had more than an hour until the store would close, but getting back to Julia's quicker than that was very fine by me.
We were approached by the single other person in the store, presumably the owner or staff. That there were no other customers was hardly surprising, as the whole store barely had fifty pieces of clothing for sale. I wasn't impressed by the look of him either, as he was wearing clothes I wouldn't be seen dead in. "Hi. How can I help you?"
Julia answered, "My boyfriend needs two outfits that'll have girls creaming their panties when he walks past." It went downhill from there. "I want tight, soft pants that really mold his ass and package to show them off. Tight on the thighs too. A shirt that shows off his shoulders and chest, just like the one you're wearing..."
No wonder Julia had whispered in the car, it was horrifying! I would've run for the door, but there was a wife firmly holding each of my arms. Suddenly that previously enjoyed sensation had a malevolent intent.
The assistant said, "Let's see what we've got to work with."
Both girls let go and stood back. They kept looking at me.
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I was prompted to strip again, and was offered another pair of pants. Nancy pointed out, "These are linen," which was really good to know.
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And so we entered the serious business of trying on outfit after outfit after outfit. I handled more pants than I have cumulatively owned in my entire life, with matching shirts, in a multitude of combinations.
Eventually, although "Eternally" would be a better description, we reached the point where we only had fifteen minutes left before the stores closed, and there'd been absolutely no indication of any progress being make at all. Not a single shirt, belt, or anything else had been chosen, except for the underwear I was wearing, which I hardly considered "progress". Instead there were piles of clothes all over the place. I even felt a little sorry for Nancy, although not as sorry as I felt for myself. Not even close. I gave it another five minutes, then tapped my watch at Julia. Julia looked at hers, and said, "Oh my, look at the time. Doesn't time fly when you're having fun."
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The decision made, I started changing into my original clothes. Julia said, "Hang on, we just need to accessorize. Can you put that," indicating one of the chosen outfits, "back on please."
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"What's accessorize and how long does it take?"
Julia answered, "We need to choose belts, shoes and socks. We've only got time to look at the belts here now, but we'll look at the shoes and socks on Saturday. Yours existing ones will have to do until then, unfortunately. We also have to do something about that watch. Taking it off would be a good start."
I couldn't really argue about the watch. Even I knew it was pretty bad, which probably means it was a great deal worse than that. There was no need to worry about the other things though. I told Julia, "I've got a belt. It's in my pants over there. And I've got plenty of socks at home."
That hope was crushed. You'd have thought that the function of a belt - holding up pants - would've been perfectly well performed by the belt I already had. I'd never had any of my pants fall down accidentally, so I knew it worked fine. But apparently I was wrong. I had to try on each outfit again, and everyone else collectively chose the right belt for each. Yes, you read that right, TWO belts were required. Now I had THREE, which was clearly ridiculous. Fortunately the decisions didn't take long.
I should describe the final outfits. The first outfit was embarrassingly tight and revealing, molding itself to the shape of my muscles and other parts. The second outfit was VERY embarrassingly tight, molding and revealing.
The first pair of pants were "charcoal" and made of a material similar to - or perhaps the same as, for all I knew - the "linen" ones I mentioned earlier. It CLUNG everywhere that Julia wanted it to. Apparently my ass looked "irresistible" in it, which was good to know. I'm not being sarcastic because it truly was good to know: now I knew to stand with my back to walls as much as possible. The shirt was some sort of dark blue. They didn't call it that, of course, as that would've been understandable. It was thin, tight and "heavily tailored". I'd always thought tailors were the people who made clothes. Which, I guess, meant my shirt was either made by a fat tailor, which I doubted was the meaning, or was "heavily made", which was especially confusing as it was made of a very light material. On the other hand, it made as much sense as everything else here. The shirt didn't even have buttons all the way up; only about two-thirds of the way. It tightly hugged my waist, torso and chest, until it opened at the top to display a lot more of my chest than I'd ever unbutton a normal shirt to. It had very short, and tight sleeves, only about two inches long. It barely had a collar at all, even more abbreviated than the sleeves. I would have been embarrassed about displaying so much chest, but I knew most people wouldn't noticed, being too busy laughing at my clearly visible tackle.
And that was the LEAST embarrassing of the two outfits. The second outfit was a pair of tight, dark pants. TIGHT! Stretchy material that had very little stretch left. And a tight, white, muscle T-shirt. Not really a T-shirt, as there were large parts of it missing. It wasn't even close to being long enough to reach the top of my pants, let alone tuck in, and instead of sleeves there were just huge armholes. The girls - including Nancy - thought I looked like a "real hunk". I thought I looked like a narcissistic, homosexual thug.
I'd undressed YET again, and was making another desperate attempt to put on my original clothes, when Julia said, "Put this outfit on please," indicating the first, least overly embarrassing one, "I want to show Mom and Dad when we get home."
I reached to comply as by now I was operating in 'obey automatically' mode, my spirit having been totally crushed. I suddenly realized something. "Julia, you said these outfits are to last me to the weekend. You want me to wear them to school, don't you? One tomorrow and the other on Friday."
Nancy's ears picked up at that, "School?" I ignored him.
Julia answered me, "Yes, that's right."
I said, "I trust your judgment on these clothes. I WILL wear them to school even though I normally wouldn't be seen dead in these types of clothes. I'm doing this entirely on TRUST. You've got NO IDEA how much trust is required! But I have lunch with the OSU faculty tomorrow. Your dad's co-workers. How's he going to feel about taking me around with my tackle 'lifted and proudly outlined'? And the rest of the outfit is hardly conservative either."
Julia said, "I'm sorry, Mark. This has been tough on you, hasn't it?"
"We were well past 'tough' five minutes after we arrived. It's been going steadily and steeply downhill ever since."
"At least you've still got your sense of humor. I DO have a fair idea of how much trust in me you'll need to wear those outfits to school. I know they're completely unlike the normal you, and you must feel uncomfortable in them. Carol, Donna, Rocky; what sort of impact will Mark make walking around school the next couple of days?"
Everyone raved over the impact I was going to make. Nancy even said, "Where were the boys like you when I was at school?"
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Everyone reassured me some more, "You'll be a huge hit, Mark" and similar attempts to make me feel good. I didn't "feel good". I MIGHT'VE felt SLIGHTLY less bad, but it was hard to tell.
Nancy said, "I'm positive you'll be a hit at school, but if you're still uncomfortable in them on Saturday, bring them back and I'll let you swap them for more conservative clothes." That was pretty good of him. He did have some clothes here which were about halfway between these and decent clothes, and given how extreme these were, that was taking me a LONG way back toward comfort. That'd just leave the task of convincing Julia to allow a swap, something I realized that Nancy might've been aware of when he'd made his offer.
Donna said, "I REALLY hope you don't take them back. I want you to come have lunch with my Ducklings dressed in one of those. They'll freak."
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I just said, "We'll see how the next two days go."
Julia added, "We'll be buying some more clothes on Saturday, Donna, so there'll be lots of choices. Maybe Mark will let you pick what he wears to your lunch."
"That'd be SO choice!"
Wearing things to lunch reminded me about my original question, "Julia, what about OSU tomorrow?"
Julia suggested, "Why not ask Dad tonight? He'll give you a straight answer."
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Nancy started packing up our purchases. He asked me if I wanted my old clothes put in the bag to carry, and I said, "Sure. Let me get my stuff out of my pockets first." I recovered my wallet, keys and hanky, leaving the old, comfortable underwear behind. I put my reclaimed items in my jacket pockets.
Nancy had collected up the tags as he bagged each item, and he removed the tags from what I was wearing. He asked Julia, "How many pairs of underwear do you want?"
"I'll probably get one or two dozen on Saturday, but let's just get three for now, the pair he's wearing and two more." Nancy and Julia went to get them, conferring about color, as if that mattered.
I was concerned. I mentioned, "Julia, 'one or two DOZEN' is excessive. I've got plenty of pairs of underwear at home that are perfectly fine. I don't need another TWENTY pairs!"
Julia answered me loudly and completely without shame, "I'll sort through them next time I'm at your place and we'll see then."
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