Long time love

His work done Flattop decided to take a look around the rest of the mall. No sense in staying in one place. He passed dozens of people who might sate his hunger and was about to approach a mother taking the few precious moments out of her busy day to relax in one of the mall's massage chairs when he caught a whiff of irony in the air.

Heather was twenty-six and worked at victoria secret, and frankly, she was a little bitter. She wanted to be in Paris or Milan designing her own fashion line, not selling clothes to boring people. She met one cool person in the entire mall and that was her bestie, Vivian. Vivian was twenty-five and had worked at the Mall for six years now. She hoped every day that today would be the day some man would come into Taylor's tuxes and tell her she didn't have to work anymore because he would support her and buy her all the fanciest clothes and jewelry.

Heather and Vivian, Viv to her friends, spent most of their days insulting customers behind their backs but the ones they were insulting the most were the LGBT customers. Viv waited by the counter while Heather 'helped' one such customer. "I'm afraid we don't carry bras in your size, sir." She made sure to loudly emphasize 'sir', enjoying the crestfallen look on the woman's face.

"I'm a girl." She tried to hide the heartbreak in her voice but it came across loud and clear.

"Please. Your cheap wig, your sock boobies, and your five o'clock shadow say otherwise." It was true the customer was born a beautiful baby boy but she had realized something nature makes mistakes. The young woman, losing her will to fight fled from the store and the cruel Heather. "I swear, these freaks are getting bolder and bolder."

"He's probably running off to the ladies room to jack off. They get off on the humiliation. I had one come into my store today. Total dyke, short hair, flannel, the works. She wanted a suit for prom. She even brought her girlfriend with her."

"I tell ya it feels like we're the last two sane people in this mall."

"Sanity is relative," Flattop spoke as he eyed a mannequin wearing the latest negligee on the market.

Heather mumbled under her breath, "Great, another one." Before forcing a smile and approaching Flattop. "How may I help you today sir?"

"I was thinking I could help you." Flattop eyed the woman coldly.

Heather chuckled, "How can you help me?"

"It's okay, most people don't believe me at first. Would you like me to prove it?"

"Okay, go ahead."

"You have known Vivian for a mere three years yet you are great friends."

"True...how did you know that?"

"Like most friends you wish you had known each other earlier in your lives perhaps? To share the joys and trials of growing up with?"

"I...guess." It was true, Vivian had some wild stories from her childhood she wished she could have witnessed first hand. Like the time she got drunk and went skinny dipping with her friends. She looked amazing in the moonlight. "Wait..." She felt her memories change. Now Vivian and Heather had met in the first grade and became fast friends.

"I take it you believe me now?"

"I do!"

Flattop smiled, his trap was set. "Now, what is it I can help you with today?"

"I want to be a famous fashion designer!" Heather was a passionate but lousy artist, she could barely draw a straight line despite years and years of practice. But with the help of her new childhood friend she didn't give up on her dream. Or as she believed. Vivian constantly helped Heather by posing for her when she needed. The boyfriend she once had found after giving up her artistic pursuits no longer existed in her mind. There was only Viv. Heather no longer worked at the mall she hated but still visited her friend Vivian.

"I had ...I had a boyfriend though."

"I'm afraid nothing in this world is free."

"Can I-"

"Ah, ah, ah, isn't it your bestie's turn?" Heather relented, she didn't want Vivian to miss out on such a great opportunity. Flattop approached Viv at the counter as she messaged some hunk on her Instagram, "Vivian, a word?" Vivian looked at the strange man and rolled her eyes.

"What?" She grumbled momentarily wondering why she was in victoria secret

"I would like to give you a treat like I gave your friend. She wished to be a famous fashion designer and-"

"Heather is a famous designer though. She's already got thousands of orders for her clothes." Heather was ecstatic. As the memories of finishing design school at the top of her class and already had people begging for her to design clothes for them before she even graduated.

"She has me to thank. Now she has graciously asked I give you what you wish as well."

"Is this guy for real?"

"He is! Trust me." Vivian examined her friend's face. In all the years she had known Heather she had never known her to be a liar. She was very honest and spoke her mind, it was one of the reasons she liked her.

"Okay, I'll bite. I don't want to work. I don't want to be poor though! I want to be rich. I know how genies work."

"Well, you've outwitted me there." Flattop didn't bother to hide his sarcastic tone. "As I told your friend to get something you must give up something." Vivian was about to ask what he meant but she already felt her memories shift. Heather was sad and alone during senior prom. She never had a boyfriend because she spent all her free time practicing her art. Heather decided there was no point if she didn't at least get to experience prom. But the day drew closer and closer with no boys asking her to prom. Her years of rejecting them at every turn had turned them sour on her.

Vivian being the great friend she was offered to take her to prom. Heather refused at first, exclaiming "I'm not a lesbian!" Vivian explained it would be strictly as friends. She didn't want her to give up nor did she want her to lose out on a once in a lifetime experience. Eventually, Heather relented. They went to this very mall to purchase their dresses. "You're so beautiful," Heather told Viv when she found the perfect dress. A dark blue gown that sparkled in the light like a twinkling star.

"You're a bit of a hotty yourself." Vivian winked back with a giggle. Heather's dress was seafoam green and reminded her of the ocean waves as it swished with each step.

The night finally came and the girls entered the gymnasium hand in hand. They enjoyed the music and punch while watching everyone else dance. Heather was happy to be here but she still felt she was missing out. Sensing this Vivian stood and asked her friend to dance. "Dork," Heather chuckled but took her friend's gloved hand. Their first dance was a slow love song that both of them felt completely awkward dancing too. Every few moments one girl would catch the other blushing.

Was it the lights? The romantic atmosphere? The gentle music? Neither girl may ever know why but Heather kissed Vivian for the first time on the dancefloor. But it wouldn't be the last time.

"No!" Present day Vivian shouted. "Heather can't be my first kiss! She can't! I'm not a...we're not.."

"You wanted to be rich so you didn't have to work."

"What are you talking about!" Heather grabbed Flattop by his collar suddenly seeing the wedding band on her finger. "No!"

Their memories continued to change, from the one kiss came many others and eventually turned into their first night together. They passionately made love one month after their first kiss. A very important date on their calendar. One night of passionate exploration turned into another, and another, and several more to follow. When Heather went to college they got their own apartment together off campus.

Vivian recalled keeping their tiny apartment clean and researching new ways to please her lover while Heather was in class. One year later they were wed as wife and wife. The girls were very happy that their family was completely supportive of their lesbian relationship. Heather carried Vivian across the threshold of their honeymoon suite. "Oh babe, you're so strong!" Vivian giggled play fanning herself.

Heather lay Viv down on the bed with a kiss before she stood back up and unzipping the pants of her tux revealing a large rainbow strap-on. "I thought there was one thing we hadn't tried yet and what a better time to try now that we're married." Viv knew what she was talking about, she was scared but willing to do anything for the love of her life.

Heather stroked her faux cock with her wet hand while Viv lowered her panties and knelt on all fours on the soft bed. "Come and take your bride's virginity." Vivian teased shaking her bare butt. Needing no other invitation Heather lifted the hem of her bridal gown and pierced Vivian's tight hole slowly at first until she became used to it. After so many years of lovemaking, Heather knew exactly the right buttons to push to keep Vivian on edge. Vivian cried out in pleasure as Heather played her body like a fiddle. Heather stroked Viv's clit furiously and bit her neck.

Back in the present Vivian screamed out in pleasure the same she did on her wedding night as the memories flooded her mind. "I'm sorry, I forgot to warn you some memories can be quite powerful," Flattop smirked at Heather on the sat on the display counter gasping for breath and red in the face with her own orgasm.

The girls were too lost in their own pleasure to stop Flattop from leaving. A few minutes the same girl from earlier entered the store again excitedly. "Oh my god! you're you! I just love your work!"

"Y-You do?" Heather instantly recognized the blouse the girl now wore as one of her own design sold in this very mall.

"Can I get a picture with you? Please?"

"Sure." The girl handed her phone to Vivian who quickly snapped a picture of her new wife with the girl she had insulted not ten minutes ago.

"Oh my gosh is this your wife? Can I get one of you two together?" Heather wanted to say no but she couldn't refuse for some reason. Instead, she stood next to Vivian awkwardly, "Come on, you're in love. Show it!" Again something **** them to act, Vivian kissed Heather for the first time but also it was one of the thousands of kisses she had given her over the years. The flash of the phone filled their minds with many years of attending LGBT functions and support groups, Heather made a name for herself as a designer of clothes for Pride and is one of the world's most renown designer for transmen and transwomen. "Thanks! You don't know how much this means to me!" The girl hugged them both before quickly running out of the store.

Not too far from the store, she met Flattop leaning against a collum, "I did it. Are you okay?"

"Just...hungry. A deal is a deal." Her memories altered in a snap. Her wig was now her own hair and her body was truly her own. She was born the girl she wished she was.

"Thank you. Can I-"

"Don't push your luck kid." Flattop warned.