Marco didn’t see another option, so he took a deep breath and slowly started to explain his day. He watched as the employee sat there, unamused by anything he was saying, so he rushed to the point of it all. After clearing his day to her, he waited for her to respond. The employee got up from her chair and walked towards the door, but not before showing her face to Marco, disgusted at his actions. He was left there to ponder his actions, waiting for something to happen. Something told him he wasn’t going back to work anytime soon.
After a good 10 minutes of waiting the door opens to the employee and a tall, slender, and extravagant looking woman showed up behind her. The colorful lady spoke first, “Well, are you the lost soul that saw my wares and decided to scrounge an outfit together from last season’s wares?” Marco just shook his head, getting the basic gist of what was said. She spoke up again, “Well, I applaud your moxie, you cute little marshmallow! But rules are rules, and I’m going to have to phone the authorities for this incident. Unless...” she paused for a second, scanning him from head to toe, almost as if her eyes were scanning his soul like the checkout lasers. “I may have the perfect option for both of us. You will be my next model for my new fashion line. You must wear all the outfits I have for the whole season. If it’s a hit with the crowds, then you may go. If not, I will hold you to another season to try again. That way you have clothing, and I have a figure perfect for my vision.” Not seeing much of an option, Marco reluctantly agreed and decided to go along with this woman’s crazy idea, not wanting to go to jail.
After getting applauded by both of the people there, he was escorted further back into the store where there was a pedestal and several wall and full-body mirrors. Getting a little nervous after being stripped of his clothes again, he covered his crotch and began a very awkward walk to stand on the pedestal as instructed. Almost like magic, all of these workers appeared out of thin air and began fondling him in all his private areas. There were tape measures, chalk markers, fabrics and pins galore all unfurled around him. He felt restrained to a mannequin pose, put could tell how or where it was coming from the mass of things moving in front of him. Before he could even pull back or contest, the fabric, people, and things all disappeared back to where they came from. Marco looked into the reflection and saw himself in boy shorts, thin stockings, booties, a crop top, and one glove on his left hand. He looked extremely feminine, just with the shorts accentuating his now very mediocre bulge. The woman came back around and broke him out of his stupor, shouting “YES! Marvelous darling, absolutely MARVELOUS!!!” He jumped a little, someone able to maintain his balance. “There is your new outfit dear, flaunt me with pride, or we will keep you here longer.” He got off the pedestal and started to walk out, blushing through the fur on his face. He got interrupted by the woman once again, “One more thing, after your day, report back to me, and I will tell you what to do next. Don’t come back, and I will send professionals after you. Now go and flirt, you promiscuous devil you.” The door closed behind him as he ended up back in the regular store, which took him a minute to process fully. Not too long later, he started getting cat-calls from people, whispers and even a few gossipers talking about him. He hurried out of the store, head down trying not to make eye contact, as he rushed out of the store and tried sneaking back into his office.
Once he settled back in after successfully avoid much eye contact, he looked himself over in the mirror. He did look very cute, he could be mistaken for a female version of this form had it not been for his bulge. He took a minute to caress his new body, feeling his new clothes on his body, and slowly began to come to terms with who he was. Just as he sat back down at his desk to do work, he got a knock on the door. He walked over to answer it when...