"Tell you what, you find something for him to match the pink top. "We have a few things that may be just what you're looking for," she said brightly. The salesgirl giggled and seemed to think for a moment. He'll only wear skirts for special things." My brother looked sharply at me when I said that. Only girls wear skirts and he isn't going to be a girl. "We have some really cute skirts I bet he'll be so embarrassed to wear!" the salesgirl gushed, getting into it. I beamed and thanked her, handing the two tops to Chris to carry. She said I could get him both for what I was figuring on paying for one, now. ![]() She brought my attention to the clearance sign on the rack I had taken the two tops from. I was relieved, glad she didn't freak out. She turned to me and said she'd be happy to help. The salesgirl muttered how she couldn't stand bullies when she was in school and thought this was a great way to get one back, all the while glaring at Chris. "So, our mother decided he should see how it feels and left it up to me to make sure he does," I looked smug. He shrugged a little, but looked even more scared as he saw the salesgirl was glaring at him. "Even girl's get unmercifully teased by him pulling their hair or making fun of what they are wearing. He calls them 'sissy' and 'pantywaist'." The salesgirl was nodding in understanding as I spoke. Especially boys who are smaller than him. "He doesn't usually use physical force on anyone, but he seems to dearly enjoy verbally teasing and insulting others. I placed a finger under his chin and forced him to lift his head. ![]() I motioned my brother to come over and stand next to me. "Why are you doing this to him? I mean, did he do something bad to deserve this or what?" The salesgirl's head swept back and forth between him and I, trying to figure out if this was a joke being played on her or something for real. My brother turned an even deeper shade of crimson and hung his head in shame. I want everyone to know that he's just a boy in girl's clothes. "He's going to be dressed like a sissy boy. She looked like she was trying to keep from laughing in shock or amusement. Her eyes kept darting back to my mortified brother. "You… You're going to make him look like… like a girl?" the salesgirl stammered, looking back at me. The salesgirl's eyes widened in confusion as she turned her head and followed my arm that now pointed at my younger brother standing slightly behind a nearby clothes rack. She was right, but not the way she imagined. Her eyes got a knowing look, thinking, I'm sure, I was going to say it was for a friend or relative. "Oh, it's not for me," I said, shaking my head. I wanted to coax her into doing it so I could drop my surprise on her, see if she really wanted to make a sale or not. I knew she was going to say something like that. "They are both very contemporary styles, ma'am, and either would look fantastic on you!" the salesgirl enthused. The neckline was scooped, though not deeply. It, too, had the popular three-quarter sleeves, but these ended in a one-inch ruffle. This one was a very cute hot pink knit top in a cotton-lycra blend. "Or, this one?" I held the second one out for her to see clearly. I already had one similar to it in white, except this one had the longer, more pointed style of collar. It was a lavender stretch shirt, princess seamed with three-quarter sleeves ending in cute turned back cuffs. ![]() Maybe you can help me decide?" The salesgirl nodded and turned her eyes to the shirt I I held out first. "Actually, yes, you can," I answered, still smiling. ![]() I turned and smiled at her, then held up the two tops I had been debating over, one in each hand. The salesgirl's voice startled me a little. One-Handed Reading: Sissy Shopping Story (TG)
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