Both rather sexy, bold, and unique.

The look is something out of an action movie. The mannequin is wearing black calf length boots, not actual combat boots, but 4” heel wet look gogo boots with a combat boot look. Above these the clothes consist of fishnet stockings and a zip up front scoop neck, sleeveless, bodycon, black, wet look, faux leather dress. That’s it. Someone has unzipped the dress, sure the stockings are sort of leggings, but no bra, no shorts under it. It seems so short. So revealing. So, well, naughty.

The voice belongs to someone who you also can’t help but feel a little tingle looking at her. It must be all these thoughts of dressing up like a girl. Of turning into a girl. That’s it. I’m not attracted to her. She has short stylish strawberry blonde hair, freckles, round hipster glasses, a graphic tee of a band you don’t recognize, and sweat pants. She is tall, nearly 6’, even in sneakers, her chest is rather flat, and hiding under those sweat pants, you are sure lurks a monster. The bulge isn’t exactly obvious, but when she shifts her weight you know it is there. She is smiling brightly. She has a small bundle of clothes draped over her left arm.

You look at the mannequin, then back at her, then back, “I, um, think I wanna buy this dress.”

Her smile widens, “Bold choice. Sadly I we don’t have it in your size.”

“I know. I need… Um… What size would I need for someone like five and a half feet tall and like a hundred pounds?”

“Is she a skeleton? Five and a half? Hold your hand to yourself, show me how tall.” You put your hand at your chin. She chuckles silently. “And she is really skinny? Like athletic skinny, anorexic, or just I don’t know, like normal skinny, like me? How big is her chest?”

Your mind races. You weren’t expecting to be quizzed about the non existent person you are buying for. “I don’t know exactly. She works out all the time, but like, doesn’t look strong, even though I know she is, and her chest is umm, like, a D cup I guess.”

“Sounds hot. So like big breasts. This style, to be honest, is more for someone like me, that wants to look big, but isn’t. Unless she doesn’t mind flaunting everything. Or is that what you are hoping for. But if you want I’d go with a size small to start. I’d suggest you bring her in and try it on, but you can also just get it and exchange it if it doesn’t fit. Want me to go get it?”

“Sure.” You answer, your eyes flit down as she shifts her body again and you can’t help but stare at the creature lurking in her pants.

She catches you staring. “You’re right you know.” She says, then leans closer and whispers, “I have a cock. A really big one.” She stands straight. “Are you staring because you are interested, afraid, or just an asshole?”