Shopping Solo

It was frustrating for Jim that Terri couldn’t join him shopping for clothes, but he knew he couldn’t **** her. It was, after all, after hours. Terri’s work day was done, and besides, she had a kids to take care of.

And so Jim found himself in a store in the mall, absolutely no idea what to buy. The one thing he had going for him was that unlike any other man shopping for a woman, Jim knew Dave’s new body down to the last millimetre. He had spent so many hours working and reworking the design of the first body for The Printer that he could recite every measurement possible.

Of course that didn’t really help him that much, since women’s clothes didn’t come with measurements in millimetres. What Jim needed was someone or something to translate what he knew into the language of women’s fashion.

“Can I help you?” Jim turned around to see the source of the voice. A young woman with energetic eyes and a name tag that said Tammy was smiling up at him.

“Yes,” Jim said, relieved, “absolutely yes." Jim paused, thinking on how to present his case.

"Let me guess," the Tammy the clerk said, "you want to buy something for someone, but don't know their size."

"How did you..."

"I recognize the look on your face," she said with a good natured laugh, "I see it all the time. Why don't you start with how tall she is."

"That's easy," Jim smiled, "she's one-hundred and sixty-eight centimeters."

Tammy's eyes blinked, "Okay," she said slowly, pulling her phone out of her pocket. Jim watched as she quickly Googled a conversion, "Five foot six-ish, then."

"Uh, yeah, that's what I meant."

"Okay, what's her body type like? Is she rail thin? A little thick?"

"She's pretty thin," Jim said, resisting the temptation to explain in metric how thin, "at the waist, but she has good hips and, um, you know."

"Breasts?" Tammy asked, laughing, "I guess you don't know her cup size."

"No idea," Jim said good naturedly, pretending that he had to guess, "but I'd say she's out to, maybe here?" Jim held his hands out in front of his chest, indicating a size.

"Oh, so she's a little chesty then," Tammy said, sounding impressed, "So we have a bit of an idea of what she looks like. What were you hoping to buy?"

"A bunch of stuff, actually," Jim's eyes scanned the store again, "She's kind of in a bind and doesn't have any clothes to change into. She'll need underwear, something to sleep in, and daytime clothes."

"Shopping spree!" Tammy was excited, "Okay. How about this, you wait here, and I'll run around and pick what you need. It'll probably be faster that way. What kind of budget do you have?"

"Can we keep it under a thousand?" Jim asked, knowing that expense claims over a thousand were significantly more difficult to get approved at work.

"No problem. You wait by the counter, and I'll do my magic."

So he waited while Tammy zoomed around the store gathering item after item. Maybe Jim had put too high of a price for the budget. He honestly didn't know how much to expect. A single guy, Jim had never bought women's clothing before. He suspected that it was expensive, but how expensive was lost on him.

Watching Tammy, he noticed that she was going through the panties and bras, loading up a pile. For a moment he imagined Dave wearing the black lace set on the mannequin standing near Tammy. His breasts would look so supple, his ass would be so round. And Jim had always had a thing for women in stockings. Maybe Jim could get Dave to do another dance for him. Maybe he could get him to do a little more than a dance.

Wait. Jim shook his head. What was he thinking?! Dave was his boss, but more than that, he was his friend! Jim couldn't **** him to act that way! Well, he technically could **** him, but he shouldn't! What was wrong with Jim?

Tammy moved on, looking at sun dresses, skirts, leggings. "She'll need some shoes too," Jim said, "One or two pairs. She's tweny-three point five centimeters." Tammy looked at him askew, Jim pulled out his phone and Googled, "I mean size seven!"

She returned to her work, crossing over to the small display for footwear in the back. By the looks of it, there wasn't much selection, but at least there was something. Jim was just happy that he'd be able to get everything he needed in one store.

"Let's see how I did," Tammy said when she returned to the counter and started scanning the pile of clothes, "I tried to keep a tally in my head. I bet I'm close."

The register beeped with every new article that she scanned. Beep after beep, the pile got smaller as she loaded everything into bags. Jim couldn't help but feel a little excited as he saw what Tammy had picked. Low cut tops, skirts and dresses that would show lots of leg, crop tops. And the underwear! It was just so sexy! Dave would kill him, but it would be what Jim bought or the bikini. If he had a problem with that, tough. He was, after all, doing Dave a big favour, so maybe a little gratitude could be shown by wearing what Jim picked up.

It took a few minutes of Jim imagining his friend in everything that crossed the scanner, but finally the countertop was clean.

"Look at that," she said with a grin, "Nine-hundred and forty bucks. Don't tell, but I gave you five percent off because you seemed like a nice guy."

Jim took out his corporate credit card and put it down in front of Tammy then he hesitated.

"Could you add one more thing?" he said sheepishly, "that mannequin, the one in the black lace..."

"Say no more," Tammy practically skipped over to the display, picked out a few items, then returned and scanned them too, "I put in the garter belt. It goes so well with that set. New total of nine-ninety-six fifty."

Jim's card was processed, and in no time he was walking out of the mall, multiple bags in arms, and happy as a clam. Why shouldn't he feel good? He was, after all, doing a good deed!