Two Million Request Fest: What's Hot to Wear

Dee Mentia

How about a teen who took a wrong turn in a Mall store like Macy's and ended up getting high-jacked by two sales ladies who throw him into a "haunted" dressing room that changes him into a professional woman .. or a hot teen whose mother is taking her clothes shopping

"Blast!" Alex muttered "this place is a fucking warren."

He'd intended to make a quick trip to the mall to pick up some smart shirts. He was off to college soon and hoping to pick up a part time job to help pay for all the partying he planned on doing. He figured a more corporate wardrobe would help his chances. Even if it was only a call centre a proper shirt would surely impress more than his usual assortment of faded band shirts. Besides he'll be dating college girls soon (he hoped) a sophisticated new look might be just what he needed.

All of which dubious logic had brought him here, to Evelyn's, the big old style department store that occupied the western end of his local mall. The slogan over the door proudly proclaimed "If we don't have it you don't need it" and after an hour of wandering its labyrinthine depths it seemed like they really did have everything.

Homeware, hardware, womenswear, every kind of wares he could think of and a few things he'd never even heard of but frustratingly no sign of the menswear department. He growled in frustration as he pushed past a rack of silk ball gowns to find himself surrounded by women’s underwear.

It was hopeless, he might as well just give up and head home. He could always order a shirt from Amazon and save himself any further aggravation.

“Excuse me young man,” a woman’s voice derailed his train of thought “You seem a little lost, can I help you with something?”

He turned to see a tall rather busty woman watching him with a mix of amusement and disapproval . She looked to be in her forties, wearing a colourful blouse and pencil skirt that accentuated the curve of her hips.

“I, um, I was looking for men’s shirts” he stammered “I guess I must’ve got turned around.”

He squirmed self-consciously, keeping his eyes on the woman’s face. She already probably thought he was a pervert hanging around in the lingerie aisle, he didn’t want her to think he was ogling her body too. 

“Oh, have you found a client for us Trixi?” a second woman stepped out from behind a rack of bras. 

This one looked about the same age as Trixi and had the same crisp English accent but she was slimmer and a little shorter than her companion. She wore tight fitting jeans and heeled ankle boots along with a halter top under a short waisted jacket. 

“I think so Johanna,” Trixi replied, her lips quirking into a smile, “This young man was just telling me he needs a new look.”

“Well, I don’t know about a whole new look,” Alex interrupted thinking of his limited funds “Just a new shirt really.”

“Oh hush” Johanna told him gently “You just let us pick you something nice and you won’t regret it I promise.”

Between them the two women soon had him corralled into a changing room and pulling on an expensive blue suit. He protested that he couldn’t possibly afford it but Trixi and Johanna insisted he at least try it. Still grumbling he finished dressing.

“Wow!” he gasped, seeing his reflection in the mirror “I look great.”

He couldn’t believe how different he looked just from wearing a suit. His shoulders seemed broader, he felt taller, he even looked older, almost like he was looking at his own big brother in the mirror.

As he posed for himself two pairs of hands grabbed him from behind yanking him out into the open.

“Hmm, not bad,” Johanna mused looking him over with a critical eye “but I think we can do better, don't you Trixi?"

"Oh yes, much better Jo," the taller woman agreed "I'm liking the corporate chic but it's all a little conventional isn't?"

Trixi produced a bundle of clothes and pushed them into Alex’s arms forcing him to clutch them to his chest as they maneuverer him back into the changing room.

“Look, I appreciate the help and all but I think I’m good from here…" he trailed off as he got a proper look at what he was holding "hey, is this a skirt?"

"Oh don't be so parochial darling" Trixi laughed at his reaction, "this is the twenty-first century. Men can wear dresses, women can wear trousers."

"It's called progress dear." Johanna agreed. "Just try it for size, what could it hurt?"

Reluctantly Alex nodded. There was something about these women, an attitude, not threatening exactly but an air about them that made him wary of flat out refusing them. 

He nodded his acceptance and the changing room curtain swished shut again.

He pulled on the clothing he'd been given, surprised by how well it fit him. The jacket and gloves felt almost normal but the skirt and stockings felt very odd indeed. 

"I look ridiculous." He grumbled tugging at the hem of his skirt.

"Couldn't agree more dear," Trixi said, drawing back the curtains. "I mean, boxer shorts with that outfit. It just won't do."

Then with a single swift movement she reached under his skirt, grabbed hold of his shorts and yanked them off.

"Eee!" He squealed "What do you think you are doing?"

His protests cut off as he heard the sound of his own voice.

"My voice!" He gasped "What the hell? I sound like a fucking girl."

Whirling to face the mirror he sees that more than his voice has changed. Where he'd normally see a tall somewhat gangly teenager there stood a gorgeous blonde woman. She looked about thirty with a slim figure. Her striking blue eyes were wide and her full lips formed an O of shock.

"What, what did you do to me?" He stammered grabbing at the new mounds on his chest "Oh go I can feel them. I have tits, you gave me tits!"

His hands moved lower over his narrow waist and wider hips to clutch at the flat empty spot where his cock should be. 

He was a girl! No, a girl, a woman, a fully mature adult woman. 

"I'm a chick and I'm old!" He said on the edge of hysteria as Johanna tugged at the seams of his skirt.

"Oh hush Alexis," Trixie clucked "Those nasty under pants were giving you VPL. Besides, This is perfect for you. Nothing says a strong confident woman like a power suit. You're a shoe in for that promotion with this outfit."

Alexis blinked recovering from her moment of disorientation. She hadn't felt like herself for a moment there but now the moment had passed and she could see the other woman was right, she looked every inch the corporate ballbreaker. If she showed up for her interview like this those stuffed shirts on The seventeenth floor would know she meant business.

"You're right," she agreed "I just wish I didn't look quite so frumpy. I was hoping for something a little more fun, you know, sexy."

"Mm, sexy we can most definitely do." Johanna said producing a new much smaller bundle.

Alexis can’t help giggling as she unfolded the scraps of black and yellow fabric. 

“Ooh, a sexy cheerleader costume?” she laughed “I’m not sure what kind of interview you think I’m going for but I’ll humour you just because you haven’t steered me wrong so far.”

Alexis quickly stripped off the conservative business suit, not bothering to return to the changing room this time, after all they were all girls here.  

The pleated skirt fit snuggly over her hips not quite covering the lower half of her ass. Next came the halter top. It wrapped tightly around her chest showing  off her perky tits to fine effect. 

She loved. Obviously it was completely unsustainable for an interview but it looked great on her. Even better, she looked amazing. Her body slim and toned, her skin tanned and flawless, her hair glossy and raven black.

"What?" she asked confusion fogging her mind "I'm a brunette? No, this isn't right..."

"Oh hush dear you're too modest" Trixi appeared at her shoulder clucking and tugging her uniform into place "This is the perfect look for you."

"Trust us, we're never wrong about these things." Johanna agreed "Wear this to your try-outs Lexi and you'll make head cheerleader in no time."

Lexi giggled at how silly she was being. Of course these two nice English ladies were right. She felt ready to knock the competition dead. And after she'd established herself as Queen Bee of the squad then she'd have her pick of the senior boys. Silly really, how a simple change of outfit could make her feel like a whole new woman.

She gave the two shop assistants an appreciative kiss on the cheek and hurried out of the store where her Mom was waiting. Lexi couldn't wait for everyone to see her hot new look.