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(apologies to readers: Reviewer Annabelle noticed that I posted the
"wrong" Chapter 17 last time, and she was correct. My response to her was
off-base too, thereby compounding the error.
To straighten things out, I am posting the correct Chapters 17 and 18
together here, to provide them in proper order, but past readers will
recognize that the Chapter 18 below is merely a repeat of what was posted
last time by mistake -- whew!!)
Chapter 17 -- Jimmy's Big Idea for "Booster Day"
At his next opportunity to talk with Ms. Butler away from the other
staff, Jimmy came to her desk and burst out "Ms. Butler, I have an idea
for you -- for us here in Acquisitions to participate in Booster Day. It
would not cost a cent and I am sure it will work, if you allow it." Once
again, Jimmy was in that "abject petitioner" role for no reason that Ms.
Butler could imagine, but very much behaving as her "indentured servant".
She really, really enjoyed this behavior each time it appeared, and
understood it was a deeply ingrained aspect of Jimmy's personality.
"Oh Jimmy, I am so lucky to be your supervisor and to benefit from your
fertile imagination -- you do have the best ideas. For instance, your
suggestion that you track my periods is a good one, and I would benefit
if you shopped in advance for my tampons and napkins. We'll have to get
that underway soon because my period may be here this weekend. Why don't
we discuss it when you are over at my apartment Thursday to do my
cleaning."
"Yes ma'am, that would be great. I think I can download an app for my
phone that will allow me to track and predict "my" menstrual schedule
when it will actually be yours." Jimmy was elated by the prospect of
melding his "health status" with his supervisor's. Both of them sharing
in this most female of experiences.
"Okay, we will put a pin it for another day. Now, what is your idea for
Booster Day?"
"Well, you asked us to come with an idea for a booth at Booster Day to
offer something other than books, and that would both benefit the library
fund-wise but also be a new and welcome buying opportunity. You stressed
that we needed something people really needed and wanted but hadn't been
tried before. You wanted our booth to be a true success, to reflect well
on your group." Jimmy had parroted her words almost exactly, which
secretly thrilled her.
"I remember all that Jimmy, very well, but honestly I am discouraged -- no
one came forward with an innovation, and my only thought was to sell some
on my nice outfits that no longer fit me because of weight loss. Not much
of a plan I am afraid, because the rest of the staff dress pretty much
without imagination, so they could not participate, except for you of
course. It just would not be repeatable year-to-year."
"Please hear me out then, if you would," Jimmy said. "My idea is just
like your idea, actually, aimed at women and their clothing options, but
with a pretty much permanent supply of donated items of high quality -- in
fact, very appealing in my opinion."
Ms. Butler was fascinated. She could not conceive of what Jimmy was
referring to, but she could tell he was fearful to let it out, much as it
excited him. So, take it in small steps.
"Jimmy, I can understand that it might be embarrassing or even
humiliating for you, as a boy, to be the advocate of a women's clothing
booth. If it would suit you, I can claim the idea as my own and then ask
you to handle the details because you are outstanding at organization and
follow-up. How does that sound?"
"Oh, Ms. Butler, that would be great." Jimmy enthused. This solved one
problem with his idea -- that the Acquisitions staff, or the library staff
more widely, would view him as some sort of freak to have come up with
the original idea. He knew he had to raise the other problem at some
point, but thought he should start that one with Ms. Oberdorfer later.
"Well tell me -- what is the "grand plan", "the scheme", "the play" you
have in mind? I am bursting to know."
"Uh, you know about my side job, right? You let me take it," he started.
When she nodded silently, he continued "It is with a high-quality
consignment shop for women's things -- for accessories, you know?"
"I remember you told me once about your shop, but I've forgotten -- is it
handbags and jewelry, that sort of thing? It sounds nice and I might be
up for a visit some day when you're working." In fact, she remembered
clearly Jimmy's halting explanation that he assisted women choosing bras
and other lingerie. Also, his resistance to her visiting the shop.
Oh no, th-th-that is not necessary, not at all," Jimmy stammered. He
definitely did not want a her visiting the shop and seeing him in his
shift and slippers. "It is more about what women wear under their street
clothes, you know, things, things like, uh. . ." he ground to an
embarrassed halt.
With a straight face and doing her best to sound merely helpful, not
gleeful, at his embarrassment, she offered "things like underwear or
'intimates' if you prefer, that sort of thing? Simply the basics that
every man and woman needs. Is that it?"
"Yes, oh yes, just that sort of thing. It is just what everyone needs to
wear to be well dressed. Our shop offers a useful, even valuable service,
recycling items, an option for women who want to help conserve the
world's resources while they go about their daily lives."
"Jimmy, i think that is a worthy, even honorable thing, and you are
contributing to that laudable goal. I even think this 'conservation'
theme offers the perfect approach our booth at Booster Day should take --
we are offering a useful, even laudable service that I think many of the
Booster Day participants would be eager to embrace. It is a winner idea!"
she finished.
Wow, Jimmy thought, that went just great, and he had avoiding mentioning
the actual names of the "unmentionables" he feared he would have to to
get the point across. For her part, Ms. Butler understood that the words
"bras" and "panties" should never cross their lips if it could be helped.
Seemingly channeling Jimmy's thoughts, she simply prompted "I assume that
your shop has an 'overstock' of unmentionables and needs to reduce
inventory."
"Yes that's it, and my boss there would donate them for free if I ask
her. I don't think she will worry that it will cut into the shop's
profits. I have waited to ask her, though, to get your permission first."
"Just right Jimmy, you understand how to operate in a bureaucracy very
well. I applaud that, and I approve "the venture" -- let's call it that.
Chapter 18 -- "Really, how would Ginnie Know?"
It was a hectic Saturday morning at the shop. Jimmie was kept busy in
front with customers, leaving his back-room chores to be done later, or
maybe Sunday when it was always quiet. On opening, he had been mulling
the name of shop -- "Favorite Things", and thought if was perfect, if a
little vague. Best of all in his view, it didn't sound like a consignment
shop or, worse, a thrift store. It had been preceded by two earlier names
--"Emporium of Favorite Things" followed by "Favorite Things of Mine". The
web outlet was called "My fashion Choice".
But soon a steady stream of customers captured his attention. He greeted
return customers and new ones alike. He enjoyed this part of the job
most, and guiding each woman to the selections that would best fulfill
her needs. Jimmie had grown entirely comfortable with discussion of bra
size and construction, as well as color and styling. He himself favored
the European brands but never let on. In short, he was comfortable and
unselfconscious about the work.
A new customer arrived and Jimmie greeted her, then asked what she would
like to see. He soon had her examining the selection of A-cup
unstructured bras in nude. She chose two bras and then stated "If you
stock them, I'd like to see training bras for my daughter -- she's just
starting to develop. She would need something in the 34-inch range."
"What is a training bra ma'am?" Jimmie responded innocently.
The woman stared hard, unbelievingly at Jimmie, and then sputtered "I
don't believe this -- you're a guy!" With that, she dropped the two bras
she'd chosen on a nearby counter and stormed out of the shop.
Fortunately, the shop was so busy that no customers noticed the outburst,
but Yvette had, and she quickly herded Jimmie to the back rooms. The
mystified Jimmie looked beseechingly to Yvette for an explanation, but
Yvette only said "Wait for Ms. Oberdorfer to get free and she'll explain,
but you did nothing -- nothing -- wrong. We will get you back on the sales
floor as soon as we can. We do need your help. Thanks." With that, she
was gone.
In bits and pieces, Yvette relayed to Ms. Oberdorfer the unfortunate
incident, concluding "Really, how would Ginnie know about training bras?
I feel for her, of course, but we need her back up front handling
customers, and I think I have a quick solution."
At about 1:30 the rush of customers slowed to a trickle, and Ms.
Oberdorfer could break free and explain just what had happened to Jimmie.
"Both boys and girls go through puberty, and you know that, of course,
but girls can be very self-conscious about breast development because it
shows in public. There's all sorts of issues about when it happens,
sooner for some girls and "much too late" for others, and also concerns
about size. Anyhow, a lot of youngsters start with something called a
'training bra', which actually is more like a cut-down tee-shirt that
covers the area and gets the girls used to the idea that something, or
"some things', are going to appear there.
"Today's situation arose only because any girl would know about training
bras, and that customer felt she'd been hoodwinked when she realized you
were assisting her. There is absolutely no blame on your part.
"But look Ginny, we need you back out there this afternoon to handle the
rush. Like they say about pilots and horsemen, 'you've got to get back up
there' so you don't lose your nerve. You are a valuable employee now, so
please get back out there."
"I would like to, of course, because you need the help and I love the
work. But I do not want to repeat that episode, to have it happen again
in any form." Jimmie was upset about the prospect of a repeat
confrontation, and even more upset that he might not be able to continue
as a sales associate. He enjoyed his back-room tasks, but even more
helping women with their underwear needs.
"I have a good, temporary solution to get you back out there today, and
we can work on a better solution after we give it some thought. I'm
thinking we just need to convey a little less of the androgynous look and
little more in the female direction. Nothing major, just something that
tips the balance toward feminine a bit -- something like a hairband for
instance. I know we have some in the back that would match the blue of
your shift."
Jimmie thought about it for just a minute, and then agreed. But when the
hairband was tried, he said "It just doesn't fit with my hair style." Ms.
Oberdorfer nodded her agreement.
"For today, I could wear a barrette," Jimmie offered. Ms. Oberdorfer
secretly exulted at this suggestion, but managed to simply nod again.
They quickly located a small, simple yellow barrette in the shape of a
butterfly, and Ms. Oberdorfer helped Jimmie place it properly. Then,
crossing her fingers, she suggested another, bolder move.
"Jimmie, I've just had the best idea of all. When I went looking for the
barrette, I saw a simple white camisole that I think you should wear.
It's a bit large so, if we cross the shoulder straps around your neck,
the straps will be prominent and announce you are a girl. the cami itself
will show through the armholes of your shift. Win, win, don't you think?
And just to finish out today."
Well. Jimmie was torn. He remembered the lovely camisole he had come
across early in his introduction to wearing shop cast-offs -- nice chinos
and a knit top -- and how he deep down resented that the camisole was
inappropriate for him. That still chafed. Here was sensible reason and
occasion to wear a camisole.
"That's a good idea. I do not want another customer to ever again react
to me like that woman did today."
And so it came to pass that Jimmie spent the rest of Saturday afternoon
helping many grateful customers choose bras and other intimates, wearing
a camisole for the first time -- and the playful yellow barrette he soon
forgot about entirely. It was a good end to a day that had hit a bit of a
rough spot. But Ms. Oberdorfer had come to the rescue, like she did
regularly. Boy, he liked the store and his job a lot.
But it was actually Yvette who came up with the camisole idea. Her very
first thought was prompted by the "unfortunate incident" itself. She
immediately recalled a recent acquisition, not yet sorted, that held a
woman's underwear but, also, a number of training bras, cami's, and
girlish panties presumably out-grown by the woman's daughter. She
suggested to Ms. Oberdorfer that they could convince the traumatized
Ginny to wear, and display at the arm holes of her shift, one of those
training bras. Ms. Oberdorfer had wisely thought they could lead off now
with the hairband idea, and maybe the cami, but leave the training bra
for Jimmie's future. Ho, ho!!
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