Looking out at the beautiful spring weather, I try to convince myself, that it'd be okay to close up shop early. I mean no one's gonna wanna go shopping on a day like this. Looking around at all the gorgeous clothes in my shop, I'm still somewhat amazed. Who would have thought that I could do this all by myself? Hearing the bell ring, I silently curse the shopper with bad timing. Hopefully she'll be a quick sell.

Turning my attention to my new client, I am pleasantly surprised. She has great tastes in clothes. Sporting a comfy, yet clingy red sweater with 3/4 sleeves, and a plunging neckline, she seems to be ignoring my existence. So much for that, I'm not going to sit around here and wait for hours. Walking over, I notice shapely legs covered in black stockings, enhanced by 4" stiletto pumps. A short black flouncy skirt, and Damn, even the seams on the stockings are perfectly straight. Looking up, I'm glad that she hasn't noticed me starring at her legs.

"No, I'm just looking" is muttered back to me in a rich English accent. Hmm, there's something about that voice that sounds familiar. Trying again, I say, "Well if there's something specific that you are looking for, perhaps I can help. You see, I've made all the clothes here, and know every design." Turning to look at me, I'm a little horrified to find that she is a he. Oh no, I hope I didn't embarrass him.

"Really you made all of these yourself? I'm really just looking. Not quite sure that I'm looking for anything in particular." "Oh, no problem then, just let me know if I can do anything for you." I know who you look like, thank goodness I didn't say what I was thinking. He just might have walked out the door if I'd said, "Just let me know if there's anything I can do to you." Taking my place behind the safety of the counter, I almost start to hope that he will leave. At least that way I won't totally embarrass myself. Trying not to stare, I start fumbling with the jewelry on the counter top. His make-up along with his clothes are perfect. Deep ruby red lips, light sparkly blush atop high cheekbones, and those eyes. Wish I could apply eyeliner with that much skill. After what seems like an eternity, I hear someone clearing their throat.

Focusing on the object of my private thoughts, I see him holding up several outfits and pointing to the locked dressing room doors. Hopping off the stool, and trying not to run, I hurry over to the door of the largest cubicle. After unlocking the door, I hold it open for him until he pulls the door shut. Looking around, I curse myself for not having installed security cameras in the dressing rooms too. Oh well. Better start straightening up so I can get outta here. Wonder if it's really him. Cocking my ear towards his room, I almost jump out of my skin when I hear him.

Running over to the door and grabbing my keys, I stop just before the key slides into the lock. Wait wait, he may just need a different size. Calm down, relax. Stay groovy, heehee.

"Yes?" I ask hopefully. "Well, you see, I um, got the wrong size." Damn! "And I can't get this thing off." Yes! "Do you need some help..." I ask, stopping myself short of asking to take his clothes off. "Yeah, actually I do."

Using both hands to unlock the door, why are they shaking like that? I slowly open the door. Sighing at the site that greets me, I wonder how he ever got into that shirt. Standing there squirming, his arms twisted together inside the shirt that is pulled up over his head. The naughty shirt revealing his smooth stomach.

"Okay, just stand still." I try to tell him calmly. Pulling the chair over and climbing up, I grab a hold of the shirt and start tugging. Catching sight of us in the mirror, I noticed how well my skirt fits him. Pulling my concentration away from his hips, I tug harder. My mind starts to wonder again, and the image of an excited child happily ripping open a Christmas gift flashes through. Concentrate. He is simply a customer just like anyone else. Finally the stubborn shirt does rip away and falls at my feet. He is also simply beautiful. Looking down his face is flushed and hypnotizingly blue eyes meet mine. I begin apologizing at the same time he does. We both laugh at ourselves.

"I'm sorry. It looked like the clothes ran big, so I got a smaller size than usual." "Oh that's okay. You see, I make all of the clothes a half size big. That way they always fit properly. Well, almost always." "It's my fault that ripped, I'll gladly pay for it." As hard as I can, I try not to break out into giggles. Seeing my face go through contortions, he starts looking uncomfortable. "Oh, um, would you like to try a different size?" "Yeah, guess I better had."

Get off this chair. Stop looking at him stupidly. I start trying to figure out how to gracefully step off a chair that is almost half my height. Interrupting my thought process he tries to help me by holding my hands. Forgetting that the ripped shirt is at my feet, it wraps around them as I try to step down. Half slipping and half falling, I finally land on the ground. Laughing out of frustration and embarrassment, I realize that his arms are now around my waist. Looking up I am relieved to see that he is laughing too. He looks down, his eyes filled with laughter. Smiling dumbly, I try to speak. But I have no idea what to say now.

Once again he saves me. Lowering his head he presses luscious lips to mine. Leaning closer to him I feel him shiver as my velvet blouse brushes his bare skin. My heart sinks watching him pull away from me. Leaning sideways he catches the door with a wonderfully unique hand. How can his hands be so strong and yet soft and vulnerable looking? Closing the door to the dressing room, he comes back to me, kissing me again and again. Stopping to breathe, he asks "Is there someplace you need to go?" "I can't imagine anyplace I'd rather be." As I pull him close to me again.

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