Helpful Kelli

Kelli knew full well that he couldn't leave the store dressed as he was. Not only was his outfit disheveled from his encounter with the thief, but he also knew that he might be accused of impersonating a police officer! One look at his fishnet stockings, his short-hemmed dress, and his knee-high boots and people would assume he was official, that he was a peace officer on the beat. While Kelli didn't know the nuances of laws in Girl World, back home that would be considered a crime!

And so he returned to the racks. The store held a surprising amount of clothing for a store of its size, while still not feeling crowded. It was as if each time Kelli turned around there was a rack he hadn't noticed, or a shelf with something he hadn't seen. He'd never been much of a shopper, but the idea that he could take anything he wanted made the experience delightful.

Still, the selection was limited. Pink and Purple was a uniform supply, of sorts. He couldn't for example, pick up a new cocktail dress, nor a bikini, even though both would come in handy during his vacation in Girl World, both would surely help his chances with the ladies. No, if Kelli was to get something from Pink and Purple, it would have an element of utilitarianism to it, just like the police outfit he was wearing.

The largest selection of outfits in the store were for nurses. Each one came with a tiny skirt, a low-cut top, and a stethoscope, standard stuff for hospital work. But while Kelli wanted to be a helper, he felt that being a nurse might be a bit limiting to what he could do.

The same for all the maid outfits. Almost as many as the nurse uniforms, Kelli was instantly taken by the ruffles. His smooth, dainty fingers ran over the material, causing a smile to form on his puffy lips. There was one particular outfit, black with pink lace, that caught his eye. He could picture himself in it, prancing around a house tidying up, showing off his panties, kneeling before the home's owner. While the idea of being a maid was appealing, Kelli found it a little cliche. He could be a manly man without having to resort to such old tropes.

That's when it hit him. Why did Kelli have to lean into one particular way to be a helper? What if there was a way to show the world what he had to offer, make it obvious what kind of man he was? He'd have to be creative, but Kelli was up to the challenge.

First, Kelli's fingers danced through the racks of maid's outfits until he found what he needed. It didn't take long. He had to remove it from the uniform that it was attached to, but Kelli was sure that the clerk wouldn't mind. Then Kelli scurried across the room to shelf of shoes. With his tiny feet not able to bend the same way, he'd need a tall heel. Luckily the store held the heel he needed in the size he needed. Then, finally, one last thing caught his eye on a nearby display.

His arms full, Kelli hurried to the changing room, quickly stripped out of his police uniform, and donned his new one.

Stepping out into the store, Kelli found a full-length mirror to admire his new look. It was simple, but it was clear. Kelli meant business. On his feet were a pair of black, open-toed stiletto shoes. The heel was high enough that his weight was almost entirely on the balls of his feet, just the way he liked it, and around the ankle was a thin strap, buckled tightly.

Over his breasts was a short, lacy, white apron. He had tied it around his waist, making sure to accentuate the contours of his body.

And the best part, the part that really showed what Kelli was all about, was around his neck. A black leather collar, buckled in the back, with the words "USE ME" in white letters on the front.

Yes, the outfit was a bit obvious, but Kelli didn't want to mess around. It solved so many problems. Anywhere Kelli went, people would see that he was there to help in any way he could. In fact, with the addition of the collar, Kelli was encouraging people to take advantage of his services. There was no need to be shy. Kelli was there to help!

"You look amazing," the store clerk said from across the room.

"Thanks!" Kelli said, blushing, "Do you think people will get what I'm going for?"

"Oh, honey," the clerk said, "I think they'll get what you're giving, and give you some back."

"That's great!" Kelli said, approaching the clerk, "I had to take the apron from one of the maid's outfits, and..."

"No need to explain," the clerk cut him off, "You were a hero today. As far as I'm concerned, that outfit was made for you. Take it an go enjoy!"

Kelli thanked the clerk and made his way to the front door. Before he got there, something caught his eye. A black dot, just off to his left.

He stopped to look at it. It was swirling vortex of.. nothing. While he could see it, it was as if it wasn't there. Bigger and bigger it grew, sucking in racks of clothing, flooring, the ceiling, getting closer and closer to him. He knew he should run, but his legs were stuck firm. What was happening?!

And then he was falling. Deep into the void, surrounding him, filling him, until he was indistinguishable from the void itself. Who was he? Where was he? Only one last thought stayed with him before he was lost, and it was that where ever he ended up, he hoped he could be helpful.