Bridal Bazaar

DJ’s heels echoed off the tiled floor of the mall. The long walk from where he had escaped the driver’s lecherous advances to the bridal shop in front of him was filled with men, and women, staring at him constantly. Most of the men had lust in their eyes, although a few had made out the shape of his cage. Oddly enough none had approached him.

‘Yeah, I stopped that. I totally get that readers might want to see you get reamed in the mall bathroom, but I just don’t feel like it right now. Maybe after though…’ PK’s voice sounded thoughtful at the end as it trailed off.

“Please don’t PK, if you are gonna make me do this, I kinda..I kinda want Jason to be my first?” The fact that it was a question and not a statement was only one of a hundred things wrong with what DJ had just said, at least to DJ. Yet, he knew it was true. If he was supposed to be an anal queen, he wanted Jason to be his King. Jason didn’t deserve anyone’s sloppy seconds.

‘Interesting. No promises.’ DJ shook his head sadly as he realized that the voice in his mind likely wouldn’t let him go that long without something being shoved inside of him.

Shaking that interaction off, DJ stepped into the Bridal Bazaar and looked around. Formal dresses of every kind filled the store. DJ felt out of place just being in the store as a man, but his current style of dress gave him an even worse fish out of water sensation. Crossing the threshold had set off the typical retail beep that allowed retail workers to know someone had entered the store.

With prom only one day away, the lady who stepped out of the back had clearly not been expecting anyone. Especially someone dressed like the obvious hooker in front of her. “Excuse me miss. Ana’s is down the other way.” Turning her back on the obviously lost stripper, the young blonde’s sneer and haughty tone made DJ’s skin crawl.

‘Nah, fuck that, we are gonna make this bitch shop with us.’ DJ could hear the anger in PK’s voice at the judgey nature of the woman.

Feeling the entity take control of his voice, he spoke out. “I’m not lost. I came to buy a prom dress. Some of us aren’t too old or sad to actually enjoy life.” The barb obviously found its place among the women’s emotions as she turned around and glared at DJ. Finally getting a good look at the woman, he could see she was of college age, around Kenzie’s age he thought. Her heavily applied makeup covered up early aging signs of a life lived too hard and too fast. The clothes on her body showed that she had once been fit, but was slowly losing the body that youth had granted her.

‘Gotcha now bitch. That’s Becky Cuntingham, I mean Cunningham. She was the head cheerleader that fucked over Kenzie senior year for the position. She is why Kenzie didn’t get that scholarship and go to college.’ DJ seethed in remembrance at the situation. There had been nothing that could be done after the teen had produced evidence of his sister being promiscuous with multiple boys. The school had stepped in and removed his sister, ruining her reputation for any sort of scholastic advancement. The worst part of it all was that Becky was even more of a hoe. The reason she had the pictures was because the orgy had been her idea. But without proof, it was just her word against Kenzie’s and Kenzie had been proven to be unreliable to the school by then.

“Oh wow, Becky? Holy shit, I didn’t recognize you! You l0ok way older than Kenzie does!” DJ didn’t care if he had to out himself as a sissy here. He was going to rub every ounce of salt he could into this cunt’s wounds. “Like, seriously it is hard to believe you two were in the same class.”

The look of anger that slid onto Becky’s face was dark and heavy. The sneer on her face from earlier had morphed into full on hate for the bimbo bitch in front of her. “Do I know you, miss?” The acid in her tone was unmistakable.

DJ stepped farther into the store and looked around as he decided to simply skip over her question. “So, I need a prom dress. Something hot.”

“I don’t think we have anything that will fit you. All of our clothes are designed for natural women.” The shot back about the obviously fake chest didn’t bother DJ one bit, but he knew it would have hurt a woman who had actual implants.

“Is that so? Awesome. Well, let me just get my phone out and call your corporate office, it will be really fun to tell them that you are discriminating against cancer survivors.” Reaching into the tiny purse he had with him, his long nailed digits pulled out a phone in a pink case.

The look of righteous anger drained from Becky’s face and was replaced by pure fear. “Cancer… Oh my god.” DJ could tell by her look that his last blow had been a knockout punch in the sparring match of insults. “No, no, Miss, please. Let me show you something I think might work.”

Hurrying deeper into the store, Becky tried to lead DJ towards the prom section.

‘Go with her. I have an idea at the end that you will love, but we have to pick a dress first.’ DJ nodded silently at the voice in his head and clicked his heels along to catch up with the woman in front of him.

Becky’s voice drew him into a corner of the store where she was sorting through dresses on the rack and looking back at him to judge his size. “You’re what, like a Medium? Maybe a small waist, but those certainly aren’t going to fit in a small.” Searching through she looked back and forth between DJ and the dresses as she discarded one after another.

Finally she saw something she thought would work. “This black dress should be perfect. I think the length is something you’d like and the sparkle will certainly grab everyone’s attention.”

Setting that to the side, she continued to look for more options. Seeing another that would fit, she pulled out a pale blue number. “This one is a little less dramatic, but will certainly show off your fantastic figure. Plus the color is just amazing.” DJ could tell that Becky had switched on her full customer service face and tone, but the undercurrent of fear was still detectable if he looked for it.

“Let’s see…” Continuing to pull out dresses she finally pulled out something that would actually go past DJ’s knees. The bright orange dress looked like it would show off his breast and had a thigh slit to match. “This would look amazing with your skin tone and hair coloring. What do you think, do any of these interest you?”

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