Clothing for Me

She quickly walks to a hang-up reck, and picks something out, before heading back and walking back to me. She Smiles at me, before saying, "Well, I know how you're a real human being, and not just a mannequin; So you can dress yourself, silly . . . Bets over, go on!" I smile at her amused, though also exasperated look.

I smile, and as Christopher, the store owner nodded, I looked the clothing over as it was being handed over to me. It was a strapless black mini dress, with a decent amount of cleavage to be seen throwing a boob window in the center.

I quickly got dressed, and soon I was handed a pair of high heels. As I finished, the two amateur photographers arrived. The male partner of the duo walked in and noticed me dressed by the window. I felt blood rush to my face when I saw them arrive, and more so when I saw her looking at me, giving me a large grin, before turning her attention to Christopher.

"Well . .", she asked as a way of a question, though without actually asking anything directly. By now I was facing them, and I saw him smile back, before replying, “Well, your model did quite well for herself... not only did she fool my customers, but my staff also.

She smiled his way, and then back to me, before saying . .”Glad to hear it. I look forward to future partnerships and getting to use your products in our shoots. Now, if you excuse me, I really must get her back to her job. I’ve been told it’s her first day. Thanks again!” She says, before gesturing for me to follow.

I made my way off the stand, down and around before exiting the Shoppe. I smiled as I walked by her, and she playfully poked me as I walked past. Once outside, I was directed to sit in the back of the truck, and we left soon after we settled in.

He comments as we get underway, “I heard you won the bet. Congratulations on that, love. Hopefully, your day at work will go as well.” I feel my blush deepen at his comment, and I speak up, amused, “Thanks... I hope so. . . with it being my first day there and all."

“You’ll do fine, I’m sure.” She says to me, and soon we fall into small talk, including about my time at the Shoppe and what they were up to over the weekend. Soon, I arrive at work, and they pass me my purse before I get out. I hear my new heels loudly hit the pavement. I wave them goodbye before I walked inside. As my heels loudly hit the pavement, *clip Clap*, I enter the medical building, check-in and soon I’m directed in to see my new manager.