A feeling of dread washed over Roy as they pulled into the mall parking lot. He knew that he was taking yet another step down the road to womanhood by participating in the timeless ritual of finding the perfect prom dress. Roy couldn't think of where to start looking first, so Stacy took the lead and led him into the nearest department store.
When they reached the Junior's department, Roy had a hard time taking in the fact that he was going to have to leave with one of these dresses. It didn't comfort him in the least to see that there were plenty of other girls ("other" girls?) who were here for the same reason. Roy's head almost started spinning as Stacy bombarded him with questions.
"Do you have a favorite color?" "Short or long?" "Strapless okay?" "How about a halter top?" "Do you like this bodice? What do you think of this fabric?"
After going through the selection for a while, Roy noticed Stacy had collected multiples of a couple dress designs.
"Why are you grabbing duplicates?"
"Oh, well that's just because we don't know your exact size yet. You're going to have to try these on."
Roy felt his heart drop for a moment as he figured out that this wasn't going to be a quick and easy process. His only moment of excitement came when he walked into the dressing area and started noticing several girls cute girls around his age were in there with him. This was forbidden territory for sure, but all they noticed was another girl walking into a dressing room rather than a guy who was technically a girl due to the Role Swapper.
Trying on each dress was a chore in and of itself. It wasn't so bad getting undressed and maneuvering the dress into position. It was having to hold it in place while walking out of the dressing room only to have Stacy zip him into it so he can model it in front of the three panel mirror. He then would have to get unzipped and once again walk gingerly back to the dressing room to change dresses. This was a tedious unnecessary process to Roy, but he was stuck, plain and simple.
After settling on which dress he liked the most, Roy was stunned when Stacy took it up to the cashier only to ask her to put it on hold for them.
"What are you doing?"
"Putting the dress on hold for you."
"Why can't we just buy it and leave?"
"That's easy! You can't just settle on the first dress you find. We're going to go to another store and see if you can't do better!"
Roy screamed on the inside. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
After several hours of trying on prom dresses, he found himself finally purchasing a dress. Stacy applauded him on a hard day's work and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"You're going to look great Roy."
Roy could feel himself blush momentarily as he was once again getting a larger amount of affection from Stacy than he was used to getting. The cashier finished ringing up the sale and handed Roy his prom dress inside a protective bag. He was still stunned that he had his very own prom dress now.
The dress was something he would have loved to have seen on any other girl. It was burgundy with a beaded, lace up bodice. Its skirt was actually rather short, but even though he had wanted to wear something a little longer, Roy ended up deciding to go with this one after he tripped over another dress's hem earlier. He couldn't help but wonder how good Stacy would've looked in the dress instead of himself.
With a prom dress in hand, Roy and Stacy took a moment to eat at the food court before doing anything else. Roy suggested they do something fun like catch a movie, but Stacy shot down his idea.
"We're not done here at the mall yet."
"Huh? But we just finished buying my prom dress."
"You're absolutely correct. Now we need to get your shoes, a purse to match the dress, some pantyhose to complete the outfit, and we need to make your hair appointment for Friday."
"Fuck!"