No - you get hit on by a jock from your old high school

Standing outside the shop was so embarrassing: in the harsh mall lighting, I felt much less sexy than I had in the store but even so, I got cat-called by so many guys. I don’t think any of them even realised I was actually male - and why would they? With my effeminate hair and face and girly clothes, I looked like any other one of the shop’s female members of staff. Like Jamie said, I was a “trap”. To be honest, I felt sick.

After about an hour of standing there, just as I was beginning to get a bit comfortable, I saw a guy from the past - this jock, Mo, from my old high school. And he saw me too. I wasn’t sure if he knew it was me or if he just saw some hot girl, but he made a beeline for me.

“Hey baby girl,” he opened. Mo was Arab, and he had been known for his big arms when we went to school. They’d only got bigger since then. He lent on the wall next to me, keeping me boxed in but also showing off his biceps in a tight t-shirt. I had to admit: they were impressive.

“Hi sir, can I interest you in visiting the boutique today? Maybe for a girlfriend?” I said, putting on my best girly voice

“Nah, lemme ask you a question, girl: what do you recommend?”

“Recommend?”

“Yeah, what - in there -“ he said, jerking his head to the shop, “do you have your eye on?”

“Well... I almost bought a thong from the new range earlier today but it was a bit slutty...” I wasn’t lying

“Yeah?” He said, winking. “Bet, I’m finna buy that for my new girl.” He walked into the shop, as confident as an alpha.

Oh - he has a girlfriend? Maybe he wasn’t flirting with me at all... how self-obsessed was I, to think a sexy man like Mo would be interested in me?

Thoughts like these occupied my mind until Mo came out the shop again, holding a paper bag.

“Here you go, baby.” He winked. “Said I’d get something for my new girl, didn’t I? Daddy always delivers. Got my phone number in there too. Text me when you get home.”

The rest off the time went by in a blur. When Jamie let me know my shift was over, he told me, “Good job today, girl. Let me know if you need a job - seriously, we need someone to replace Sarah.” When you blushed and stuttered, he cut you off. “Think it over. My number’s on the boutique’s website.”